It's cold out. Freezing, actually. The morning sun sits gently across the horizon, reflecting off frozen dew and piles of snow. White-tipped paws take steps, leaving light imprints of pads and toes as they walk next to the river, headed towards the oaks. Those trees, with no leaves to shelter the ground below, interested the pearl diver. The shapes they took were different from pines, more chaotic and spread out. They had to reach so far and wide. It reminded her of herself in a way. Often times there was this urge. One to reach out and explore, to go far and wide. It's something they had done for moons before settling at the shipyard. Yet their life was also so short before that. Why had that shipyard called to them? Was it the lapping of the waves on the pier, or was it the mix of cats that had called it home. And why, why had they decided to follow this group to the river. To the small island that they now called home. Crow had no idea. At any point they could leave, he figured Pikestar wouldn't stop him. Nobody would.
Thoughts pause as do paws, the scent of oak and grass hovering near their nose. The scent of Thunderclan, mixing with wet cat and fish. The border. Interesting how the scents liked to mix and mingle near borders. It was... nice, in a way. Silently, the warrior gazes across to the other side. What was it like over in ThunderClan? They knew the clan had some problems, yeah? But they had been so nice a few moons ago, letting the water-dwelling warriors of RiverClan rest on their rocks. It was nice. Maybe that's where their paws should lead them, to a nice warm spot, away from others. With the decision made, they start to walk again, following the river downstream and observing the oaks. Snow falls off the branches every so often, with faint chirps and the skittering of small prey filling the silence of leaf-bare.
Hums come from Crow's throat as they walk, making themselves known to any others who may be out and about. The last thing they want is to scare someone, or seem hostile. If thats how someone else saw them, though... that was their problem. Soon enough, the rocks are clear across their vision, the river splashing up on the stepping stones and leaving them shimmering. A smile crosses their face, and they look around to make sure no one else is around. There can't be anyone to see them cross into another's territory. Of course, their scent would linger on the rocks, but... Ah, who cares. Their paws rest on the edge of the water, but they don't move to jump. Instead, they stand there, tail brushing the snowy ground beneath. They take a breath, then speak. "You're silent. You won't let anyone know I've been over here, will you?" They're asking the air, but they know there's someone here. Who was it - that was the answer they did not have.
// @Galerunner
Thoughts pause as do paws, the scent of oak and grass hovering near their nose. The scent of Thunderclan, mixing with wet cat and fish. The border. Interesting how the scents liked to mix and mingle near borders. It was... nice, in a way. Silently, the warrior gazes across to the other side. What was it like over in ThunderClan? They knew the clan had some problems, yeah? But they had been so nice a few moons ago, letting the water-dwelling warriors of RiverClan rest on their rocks. It was nice. Maybe that's where their paws should lead them, to a nice warm spot, away from others. With the decision made, they start to walk again, following the river downstream and observing the oaks. Snow falls off the branches every so often, with faint chirps and the skittering of small prey filling the silence of leaf-bare.
Hums come from Crow's throat as they walk, making themselves known to any others who may be out and about. The last thing they want is to scare someone, or seem hostile. If thats how someone else saw them, though... that was their problem. Soon enough, the rocks are clear across their vision, the river splashing up on the stepping stones and leaving them shimmering. A smile crosses their face, and they look around to make sure no one else is around. There can't be anyone to see them cross into another's territory. Of course, their scent would linger on the rocks, but... Ah, who cares. Their paws rest on the edge of the water, but they don't move to jump. Instead, they stand there, tail brushing the snowy ground beneath. They take a breath, then speak. "You're silent. You won't let anyone know I've been over here, will you?" They're asking the air, but they know there's someone here. Who was it - that was the answer they did not have.
// @Galerunner
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CROWVORTEX they/he/she, riverclan warrior 40 moons old.
lh black-blue chimera with vitiligo and bronze eyes. few scars litter his body, hidden by fur.
mentoring nobody
littermate to unknown npcs
NPC x NPC / parent to none / single
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by doc ↛ m0dernd0c on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
