Open Territory RiverClan did somebody say field trip 𓆟. ° .• — EXPLORING SUNSET MEADOW

[Adderfang]

The morning sun cast its warm rays over the meadows, burning away the dew that clung to its embrace of wildflowers. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming flora, and the bees hummed as they set to work.

Adderfang stood at the edge of the meadow, his amber eyes sweeping the area. Behind him, a group of eager young cats bounced on their paws. With Hazecloud tending to her new litter, he hoped to give her a few hours of peace. If he'd learned from Wave's kitting, it was that motherhood was stressful enough by itself. If there were a way to make it easier on the new mother, he'd make it happen.

The nursery was filled to the brim, not that he wasn't grateful for the new additions, though many were likely due for an apprenticeship soon. Hell, he wasn't sure if they had enough grown cats to even mentor them all.

"Alright," He began in a steady tone. "Go on and explore, but stay where I can see. And none of you are to go anywhere near the river, got it? If I have to fish any of you, it'll be the last time we ever come out here again." He couldn't stress that last part enough. The last thing they needed was another kit to fall in and drown… Especially after they couldn't recover even a hair of Leechpaw's after he fell in, and that was if the boy hadn't crawled out somewhere. Adder was leaning toward the latter, since they checked all the breaks where his body could've snagged, but the river was extensive and certainly not safe for a kit to play around.

With that, he led them past the outskirts and into a sea of flowers. The scarred tom found a comfortable spot amidst the grass and plopped down with a grunt. His sharp, watchful eyes tracking the youngsters as they looked around. Newleaf was in full flush, the meadow itself flourished with more colors than he'd ever seen—the perfect backdrop for some adventure.

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[MISTPAW]

Curiosity got the better of Mistpaw, and when Adderfang leads their young ones out of camp, Mistpaw is quick to take up the rear. Its not like they're doing anything important or anything, really... They've been stuck in camp for about a day now, and they swear they're going stir crazy looking at the same dens over and over, the same water, the same scenery. This is certainly a fresh of breath air.

The kittens are lead in to a flower patch and Mistpaw raises their nose to sniff. Florals invade their senses and it slowly begins to smell more and more like Jinglemoons den than anything. They wrinkle their nose, shooting a glance at Adderfang who had tucked himself in to a nice looking spot. Fog-colored eyes return back to the kits, frolicking. They look, "Happy," they murmur, finishing an inside thought with a quiet outside voice that they didn't mean to slip out. There were so many of them, between the kits that had followed from the Shipyard and the kits born on newly-made Riverclan territory... They grimace at the thought of having to share dens with them at some point in time... The apprentice den already felt crowded enough!

Mistpaw slowly sits themselves down in to the earth below, relishing the newleaf breeze and keeping a trained eye on the kittens, just incase one pair wasn't enough.

 

[Thunderkit]

——————————————————— See, I was born a restless child... ✦

Thunderkit, in spite of everything that had happened, still wore a smile upon her face, especially as Adderfang led the baby-parade out to the meadow. While she had... Well snuck out once already, she was glad it wasn't enough to keep her cooped up. Though the kitten's eyes flickered for a moment to the river with bristling fur. The life guard already warned them to keep away, and she didn't need to be told twice.

Instead, with other kittens and some apprentices skittering around too, she wouldn't wait to bound along in tow. Oh! But first. "Thank you, Adderfang!" A giggle slipped from her lips as with the quick gratitude, Thunderkit ran off into the flowers, calling after some of the other kittens and calling for her siblings to come along. Rainkit might enjoy it too and, well, Galekit.. He would probably have something dumb to say. She wouldn't stick around to hear it.

Instead, her gaze was caught by something small and bright with fluttering wings. Her tail swished as something lit up in her eyes, fluffy body lowering as she tried with all her might to sneak up on it. Of course, with all the grace of a kitten, she the butterfly just as soon as she was in proximity. With a mewed "Hey!!", she ran after it, leaping through the flowers, trying to catch up, all while a considerable amount of pollen began to cling to her fur.

She kept chasing the thing aimlessly until she noticed a cat, one of the apprentices, sat watching the kittens. Of course, she was curious why they weren't joining in, surely being a warrior apprentice couldn't make someone that boring. So as the cat, Mistpaw, she recalled, looked to Thunderkit as she slowed down for a moment, she called out a "Hiya!"

There was surely no harm in trying to befriend some of the apprentices, right? She and her siblings would be moving up to the apprentice den soon after all. Just the idea sent a rush of excitement through Thunderkit, she would be Thunderpaw someday soon. She would prove she's a strong cat, one who could actually protect her family.

——— You've got to go on,

further than you've ever known. ————

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  Thunderkit
  ✦—Thunderclan Kit | 5 moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A stocky, fluffy cinnamon sealpoint kitten with long curled ears and soft blue eyes.
  #DE966C

 

[Frostmoth]

Frostmoth moves quietly alongside Adderfang, his eyes sweeping the sunset meadow. He'd chosen to accompany the tomcat out of a sense of obligation. Beneath his pelt there simmers an awkward feeling; one he is almost certain only he possesses. It feels strange to be here, deputy of a clan wherein the guard with him is old enough to be his father and the youngest among them aren't even twelve moons younger than he is. He still does not quite think that he belongs amongst his own clanmates, though the gap between them bridges to be smaller and smaller with his efforts. Wherein he might have once avoided outings like this, Frostmoth now makes a concerted effort to come along and forge relationships with his fellow RiverClanners.

After all, should he survive long enough to succeed Pikestar- a thought that he would rather leave untouched most days- it would be a horrifying prospect to lord over a bunch of cats he is acquaintanced with at best.

The bicolor lingers closer to Adderfang than the younger cats. The silence is pregnant between them. Frostmoth's cool gaze watches as Thunderkit enthusiastically greets Mistpaw, and an amused feeling quirks at his mouth. Between the adorable interaction and Hazecloud's kits fresh in his mind, he finds himself pondering the prospect of budding families. Frostmoth glances at Adderfang, sniffles idly, and then poses the question: "Do you think you'll ever want some of your own?" The question is perhaps strange- Frostmoth is barely old enough to have been given his warrior name- but he still finds his curiosity to get the better of him.

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 17 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!

 

[Adderfang]

The toms long tail flicks idly in the grass as he watches over the meadow. His stoic eyes soften as Thunderkit—limitless energy as ever—bounds over to thank him. He doesn't have to bother with a reply before the little thing is off again, setting her sights on the more reserved Mistpaw. It is likely to be irritating for the older apprentice but should do them some good.

The Life Guard is vaguely aware of the lingering company. He does not try to strike conversation with the deputy, but neither does he have to, as Frostmoth takes it upon himself. Part of him wonders if it was fair of Pikestar to place such a heavy burden on a young cat. He thinks the deputy has all the potential, but whether he'll find it too difficult to bear worries Adderfang often.

Adderfang tilts his head to look at the younger tom. Some of his own? The question is confusing at first, but he quickly grasps the meaning. "Ah, you mean kits." It's not something he has to think on long. He's given the question plenty of thought in the past. "Already got three." He shrugs and turns back to look at Thunderkit again.

"If Wave wants more, I'm not opposed. Besides, mine will be grown before long." He sighs as a tight feeling settles in his chest. Soon, they would be off training with mentors and carving new paths for themselves. He tried not to think too far ahead, he wanted to enjoy the little time he had to watch them grow.

Adder always figured that one day Wavesong might want to have a few more. At least any future kits of theirs would have a few older siblings to look up to. That was something that he never got to experience. "And you? You're bout that age to be havin' some yourself." If Frostmoth was asking, then it was only fair that he answer too. Adderfang figured if he needed some advice on the topic he was qualified enough to give it.

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​