Camp RiverClan new mischief on the horizon // children

[Wavesong]

Happiness surged through her entire form as Wave bounded across the camp, her pale blue eyes sweeping the clearing. She was looking, no, no, no, no! Hunting for her children. There! Rosepaw, bright and sharp-eyed! And there-Rushingpaw, with that steady stride! And... Yes, yes! Crescentpaw, never far behind. A loud, rumbling purr broke from her chest as she skidded to a halt, nudging each of them with a mother's forceful affection. " Come, come with me, ye wee sweet ones! " she meowed, her accent thick with excitement. " Yer ma's so proud of ye, all o' ye! Ye scoundrels, growin' up strong and fierce! I tell ye, yer gonna make yer ma and pa prouder even still, no doubt! "

She led them just beyond the camp, to a gentle slope with a clear view of the sky, wide and open, just like this moment. Wave stopped, gave a slow nod. Yes. This was the spot. Drawing a deep breath, she turned back to them, eyes glittering, whiskers trembling with emotion. She rasped her tongue lovingly over each of their heads, then stepped back, gaze full of fire and love. " I've got fine news for ye, now listen close, don't hold yer breath too tight, mind ye. " she said, voice softening to a warm rasp. " Yer apprentices now, and not just any apprentices. Yer doing well, all of ye. Yer mentors'll be bursting with pride soon enough. "

She gave them a moment to glow in that praise, then, with a grin, tapped her paw lightly against her belly. " An'... well. Ye won't just be siblings to each other much longer. " Her grin widened into a beam. " Aye, that's right! There's wee ones on the way, new paws to chase, stories to tell, and plenty more trouble to stir up. "

Her gaze searched their faces, heart aching with love, wondering-

Would they be happy?

___________________ We sail the seas of life and believe, ☆ The tides will lead us home ___________________

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• WAVE she/her, RiverClanner, thirty-three moons.
  ☆ a black and white lh cat with light blue eyes
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
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[Crescentpaw]

Crescentpaw is never one to deny any of his mothers request, if she said jump he would always ask how high. Followed by if Rushingpaw would be jumping with him, not that it's ever requested of her. No, the albino child has only known love from both parents, shown in different ways of course. Wavesong's love is a crashing wave, a rushing tide, wholly consuming and hard to ignore. It's what beckons her to his mothers call alongside his other siblings. He's quiet in his following, tender hearted and of few words when not in the throes of theatrics. The apprentice finds his whiskers twitch in concern as he listens to how Wavesong speaks. Excited yes, that much was undeniable yet as they crest into that clear sky view he can't help but catastrophize a little about the worst. Not daring to say it but overthinking all the same, she spoke of pride and here she was worrying. Was something wrong? No, she wouldn't be so chipper would she?

"Ma" he speaks up, there is a rasp to it growing like Adderfangs but the general airiness of how Crescentpaw speaks still manages to make the town her own. "We're not that big, we still have growing to do" not in the sense of height, he's gathered last moon that he wasn't getting any taller. His head cranes as he looks at the skyline, searching for anything of note. Be it an interesting cloud or maybe even a rainbow if they could be so lucky, there was nothing of the sort and he manages to suppress his disappointment over that fact.

He's silent once more though, wanting to respect her mother and listen when Wavesong continues. Face scrunching in confusion as she taps her stomach while speaking. "What do you...oh-" cutting herself off as he stares at her stomach. Blinking in surprise and twitching his whiskers once more, oh. "We're gonna be big siblings?" He whispers and then stands a little taller, looking over shoulder to shoulder so he can stare at her siblings. "Do you know how many? Do you have names? Can I name them? Oh- wait wait" he cuts himself off mid gasp. "Should you be standing? Are you okay ma? Do you need to sit down?"

 

[Frostmoth]

Realization dawns on Frostmoth: this is similar to when Hazecloud and Lichentuft's own litter had been born. Now Wavesong and Adderfang would welcome a brood of their own, and so soon after the deputy had just so recently discussed such things with the lifeguard in the sunset meadow. Despite Adderfang's rough exterior, he clearly cared for his children. He was a good father. In some ways, it made Frostmoth yearn to be the same; to be what he had not himself had.

Frostmoth breaks out of his reverie and smiles brightly at Wavesong. "Congratulations, of course!" he cuts in after Crescentpaw's own smattering of questions. Truthfully, he had been wondering much of the same, and is hoping that Wavesong might divulge such information to one of her apprentice-aged kits.

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• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 20 moons
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  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
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[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

A laugh escapes his maw as he approaches the three,

"No wonder why Addy's so riled up these days! He's been a little more fiery than usual and now I know why."

Or maybe he's just been in a bad mood. I can never know with that tom. One day he's a grump, then the next? He's completely unbearable.

"Congratulations to you and~"

Then, with a beaming smile he turns to Crescentpaw.

"To you too Crescentpaw! You're gonna have little siblings to play with and look after."

It was always nice to see families expand and see siblings run around and get into trouble. He could watch them bicker over something as silly as a flower all day if he could. However, not only was that questionable, but... Eventually he'd find himself longing. After all, he couldn't remember the faces of his littermates at all. They existed. Somewhere. At least, he thought so. It had been far too many moons without them, that all he could remember was blurry figures. Their voices? Their names? The color of their pelts? It alluded him. What he could remember was sorrow. Happy memories? It was difficult to conjure a memory of such if it even happened at all.

Fortunately for Crescentpaw, he too had his own inquiries. He returns his attention to Wavesong.

"Did Jinglemoon tell you? Or do mothers already know? Now that I think about it... Has it been any better or worse with these kits than your first? I heard sometimes it can be... More challenging than other times."

Maybe... Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut. While he was not asking anything wrong per se... These questions were much better asked in private or at the very least started off with permission to inquire about such a subject. However, it didn't occur to him to ask. Though knowing Wavesong, she would tell him kindly not to bring up such things in the future.

 

[Wavesong]

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

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Wavesong's laughter burst forth bright and rolling as the tide, a tinkling sound that chased away even the most lingering of shadows. It echoed sweetly off the clearing's edge, curling around the anxious inquiries of her son and the well-meant curiosity of her friend like a familiar blanket. " Stars above, listen t' ye! Sounds like I just told ye I was carryin' th' moon itself instead o' just a few wee tikes. " she purred, eyes creasing with affection as she leaned down to press her nose against Crescentpaw's head.

" Aye, love, I'm standin' just fine... " she soothed gently, brushing her tail along his back. " If I drop right here, ye've permission t' scream loud enough t' bring Jinglemoon runnin'. But fer now, I've still got all me strength. Still me. " Her gaze softened as she added, " Though I'm real touched ye asked. Yer heart's always been too big fer yer paws. " She shifted, carefully, before settling onto her haunches with a content sigh, tail curling delicately around her paws. " We'll be addin' to the crew, aye. Not sure how many're swimmin' in there just yet, only StarClan knows that. But I asked Jingle t'check... Just t'make sure. It's real. "

Her tone softened with memory, a smile touching her maw. " With ye three… I knew fast. I told Adderfang he best get t' learnin lullabies. But this time… " she glanced at her belly with a thoughtful blink. " Took me longer t' be sure. Felt it in th' bones, sure, but grief and joy twist together funny, sometimes. Makes it hard t' tell what's real. " Her smile dimmed just slightly, like dusk brushing the sky, but it never faltered. " Yer first litter... yer first kits… " She looked at Crescentpaw then, no longer just her son, but a little anchor of history, of the past carried forward. " I had three. Only two lived. Ye an' yer brother came howlin' into the world, strong as the current. But yer sister… she didn't get t' stay... Breathed air long 'nough t'name her Coral... "

There was a beat of silence, respectful and gentle, before she drew herself back into the warmth of now, chasing away sorrow like wind catching the sails. " So, aye, . " she said at last, turning to the young leader with a grin that crackled with bright affection. " Some mothers do know. An' some wait fer their best friend t'press their nose to their belly and say, 'Aye, love, I feel a heartbeat.' An' then ye cry a little. An' then ye laugh more. An' then ye tell yer kits. " She winked. " That's how this ma knew. "

At Pikestar's question of whether it was harder this time, she gave a small shrug. " I don't know yet, lad. Might be better. Might be worse. Might be stars-bless-it-average. " Her laugh returned, warm and light. " I'll let ye know once I'm done yellin' at Adderfang t'stop hoverin'. "

She shifted to nudge Crescentpaw again, this time a little firmer, her eyes drifting to Rushingpaw and Rosepaw too. " As fer names… if ye've got one in yer heart, speak it. No promises I'll use it, mind, but I've got room in me ears t'listen. Yer gonna be a big sister. That means ye get a say, 'longside yer sister and brother, of course. "

Then, looking at the three paws, voice dipping into something softer, sacred. " Ye'll help raise them, won't ye? Show them what it means t'be part o' this clan. Part o' this family. " Her eyes flickered with fire and tide and a love that ran deeper than roots. " They'll be RiverClan's future. Our future. And I trust you. " she meowed before lifting her head and settling them on Pikestar and Frostmoth.

" I trust ye lot... t'see my family thrive... "



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[Twinkletuft]

Well I know you're afraid,
but if even just one of us has faith...​

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TWINKLE(TUFT), She/Her / 9 moons / Riverclan Apprentice
Fluffy rosetted silver tabby molly with tweed white hairs and soft blue eyes
Daughter of ASTRO and NEBULA, Sibling to COMET(TAIL), & ECLIPSE(SHADE)
Whimsical and oddly wise beyond her years if not a bit silly, has dexterous paws that are good for making things, goofy and bluntly honest
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It was not long until there was more rapid pawsteps across camp! Scurrying across the way from somewhere near the medicine cat den came Twinklepaw! She looked to be carrying quite a lot of flowers in her mouth? Well, that was certainly normal, flowers were used in Weavercraft after all! But wait, hang on, she was coming this way to the group that Wavesong had gathered!

Practically jumping on the spot in excitement as soon as she had caught up and arrived, Twinklepaw's eyes.. Well, twinkled with wonderment as she looked between those that had gathered and finally Wavesong. She let out an excited squeak as she put what looked to be a pile of flowers, sticks and reeds down on the ground. "Hehe, oh my gosh oh my gooooosh~!" Twinklepaw did a little dance, trying to find exactly what to say, but there was really no need to be so proper and crafted with the chaotic positivity that is pure joy. "Congratulations miss Wavesong!!" Twinklepaw smiled. "Uncle J told meeeee that you're expectiiiing~!" Just how long ago was not clear, but it seemed to be quite recent.

Twinklepaw twirled around, then looked down to the pile of stuff she had brought along. "Ooh, and these are for you! You and your family!" Twinklepaw rummaged through the pile and brought out a flower crown; it was a light brown and had a wavy sort of design with several tiny white flowers around the ring with a lavender-blue arrangement at the very front. "This one's for youuuu-" The second was a dark brown linear arrangement of sticks and reeds with two pointed edges towards the front, it was lined with little orange flowers. "This one's for mister Adderfang-" Next came three others around the size for an apprentice aged cat to wear; one woven with white petals through its center alongside some purple ones using lighter sticks. "Then for Crescennntpaw," The second was similar, woven instead with orange and red flowers using darker sticks. "One for Rushingpaw," The third used redder sticks, it was woven with, understandably, red rose petals, with some pink and yellow ones too! "Plus Rosepaw!"

Yet, there were.. More? The pile was still there, with pieces yet unexplained. "I-I also tried making some smaller ones for the bubbs!" Indeed, they were small. Quite small.. Kitten sized!? "I wasn't sure what to do with these but um," There were quite a few to choose from, about nine of them. "I wasn't sure how many kits were coming, and I can't know what they're gonna look like so I made a bunch!" Among these, the pieces and treasures used were black and orange flowers alongside a salmon scale, a few fish teeth plus some red petals, bundles of white flowers weaved into a ball, white and brown flowers linked with orange sticks, and a bunch of shells. "I uh, hope everyone likes these.."

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You can be certain that some day—
All of our dreams will come true!​

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[Adderfang]

Rest didn't come easy these last few days. All the sleep in the world wouldn't mend the kind of wear that pressed heavy behind his eyes. Sure, his wounds would heal faster if he stayed put—but at what cost? There was too much to be done for him to lie idle, tossing in his nest and shredding tufts of moss beneath his claws.

He knew full well he'd catch a scolding if Wavesong caught him up and about. He loved that she-cat—loved her more than he loved breathing—but if he stayed there any longer, he was gonna turn into kelp. If the wounds didn't kill him, restlessness just might. He'd been through worse. A few scratches weren't a trouble for him.

Adderfang poked his nose out of the warrior's den, lifting his head to scan the camp until his eyes landed on a familiar pelt. His ears perked. Despite the ache in his limbs, he rose and limped after her, muscles stiff with every step. He didn't join them, instead lingering just far enough away to catch the conversation.

He arrived just in time to overhear Pikestar—of course. And naturally, the tom had some smart words ready to slip past his teeth. That cursed nickname reared its head again—stars give him strength. Wavesong's condition wasn't the only thing that had him tilted lately. Amber eyes narrowed, locking on the back of Pikestar's head. If he were a more violent tom, he'd be tempted to cuff the silverfish upside the ears every time he opened his mouth.

A scowl pulled across Adderfang's face. Pikestar couldn't have known about Coral, their lost daughter. An old ache settles behind his ribcage. He dragged his gaze toward Crescentpaw, watching her with soft eyes. He couldn't bear to lose another kit.

The sound of his name makes him cringe, ears flicking back against his scalp. Busted.

With a grumble, he skulked forward with a limp. He moves toward them, head down like a kicked dog. His earlier irritation leaking back into his expression when his eyes brushed over Pikestar, but turning sheepish as he looked toward his mate.

"Legs were gettin' stiff, darlin'. I can't hardly bear to sit in there a moment longer." He whined a little before touching his nose gently to her forehead affectionately, hoping to ease any scolding he might get later.

His attention drifted toward his kits, a small smile curving his muzzle. "They'll be the best siblings a kit could ask for. Ain't that right?" Carefully, he eased down beside his kits with a proud tilt of his chin. Warmth flickered in his chest at the thought of more days spent like this—surrounded by his family. That was the future he would continue to fight for—not only for himself but for the future kits of Pineheart and Littlebrook, for Hazecloud and Smokewreath—for all of RiverClan. He felt as though there were no greater goal worth bleeding for.

He turned as Twinklepaw bounded over, as enthusiastic as ever, the apprentice beaming and extending congratulations with the force of a spring flood. Few could match that energy, save for maybe Peachtrot. Awkwardly, he accepts the gift—a flower crown—not sure how to extend his thanks. He didn't really enjoy wearing these decorations, but he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

"It'll be a while yet before they're born, Twinklepaw." The tom explained, voice churning with grit but the unkind sort. "But it's a mighty thoughtful gift. We'll be sure to—uh—tell 'em it came from you."

With a quiet grunt, the tom leaned down, fumbling to tug the flower crown over his large ears. The fit was a bit clumsy, but for once he didn't always mind lookin' the fool.

___________________ 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​