Border ThunderClan the stars fill the river 𓆝 gingerflame

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This thread takes place at the border of the clan territory.

Guppysplash Guppysplash Guppysplash's icon

𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝⋆。˚ 𓇼
RiverClan
Warrior
Weaver
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Freshkill
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Nickname
gup
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Freedom feels... strange.

She thought she would be more excited, more willing to run through her territory without the watchful eyes of her father. But, some sad part of her hates to admit that she almost feels lost without the constant prying eyes of her father ensuring that she isn't hurting herself or moving beyond the delicate expectations put forth for her by generations of mollies in their family.

Molly hands always make better weavers, darling.


Her mother's words echoed in her skull. It was like a death sentence that she had been born into, something that was forced upon her without consent. Her brothers got glory, they got to live for the clan, to forge their own paths. Guppy had to sit delicately, be demure and presentable until her father sold her off to the highest bidder like some form of cattle or currency. Whaleshadow had been talking about a pretty girl in their clan, her father approved, as he always would with his sons. If she so much as glanced in the direction of another tom she was scolded, told to wait until they had "decided".

She wished she had been born a tom, or at the very least to a different family. She saw how the other mollies in her clan were able to love freely, make connections without looming eyes and disguised threats. Guppy felt like she was never enough, that she would never be enough for her parents. Her paw brushed along the riverbed, sighing deeply. In another life, she was someone else. Someone who actually had control of their life. But here? She was just a guppy in a large ocean.
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  • ooc: "mew!"
    @GINGERFLAME

  • GUPPYSPLASH — SHE/HER ・ 19 MOONS ・ WEAVER OF RIVERCLAN
    a small primarily black calico molly with green eyes and a scar across her lower lip. sheltered from the world by her family of primarily toms, she is now free to do as she wishes without her father constantly glancing over her shoulder like when she was an apprentice. she desires love and connection, a feeling of longing and a want to be seen runs through her.
 
It was going to be difficult when Leaf-bare finally reared its ugly head on Thunderclan. He may not have loved everyone within the clan, but he preferred not to be met with complaints about the lack of resources. I might have to force those elders to give up cushy nests if we don't find much during Leaf-fall. His journey lead him to the edges of Thunderclan territory, in hopes that he could find bedding materials or berries. A pouch made of beech leaves secured by strips of bark hung from his jaw. It only carried a pitiful amount of berries and a singular licorice root for the medicine cats to inspect. If the root did nothing and was safe may as well use it for kits to chew on instead of their fellow peers or caretakers.

When Riverclan's scent hit his nose, red eyes drifted to the beautiful molly beside the riverbed. Perhaps he looked a bit funny just standing there, pouch hanging from his open maw. Riverclan... While their clan was a mit of the mess was undeniably the most captivating of all the clans. Their pelts were sleek and glossy. The gracefulness they carried themselves, especially when they swam could make any clan envious. Although, it was a strange thing to consider when he's heard nothing but questionable things about the clan. Juniperstar looks at them with fondness though, so why shouldn't he? Especially with lovely looking molly who looked troubled across from him.

A small thud practically echoes in their silence. If her eyes met his own, he would swiftly turn away and retreat further to his side. His clan would have his head for this, namely Owlbark. After all, what kind of Thunderclanner would waste precious resources on a pretty cat who wasn't even in the same clan?! The cream tabbly looked like a fool carrying moss as he returned to the border and began making a nest, only to leave it in search of dried leaves and feathers. With a decent amount he returned, placing them nearby moss. Then, he would go to a nearby tree where branches laid. He carried a few.

Now came the magic. Whether or not Gupplysplash was watching him, red eyes focused on making the most comfortable nest with the materials he hastily gathered. Branches are skillfully woven together to serve as a base, dried leaves and a few feathers line the base, and finally moss and the remainder of feathers and leaves are throw atop. It's certainly not the best nest he's made, but for something short notice? It would feel as though one slept on a cloud. A cream paw is traces his masterpiece lovingly, before he turns his attention to the Riverclan molly. He's surprised to be met with green. She's been watching me. The thought makes him giddy. "I made this for you." he pushes the nest forward gently. "You've got something on your mind. I'm no Riverclanner, but I do know a nice comfy nest can make someone feel a little better. You can tell me about what's on your mind too, if that's alright with you. Or.... A pretty molly such as yourself could help me?"

It finally dawned on him that he had no way to deliver this to her unless he tried his paw at swimming, which he really didn't feel like taking a stab at it. Especially when carrying something. A sheepish smile is thrown her way. "I can't swim. I won't be able to give you this lovely nest if you don't meet me halfway. I'll try and bring it as far out as I can, unless you have a better idea? I didn't think this through..."
  • GINGERFLAME
    — forager of thunderclan
    🗡 20 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 14th — mentoring cardinalpaw
    🗡 speech is "#F2935C" — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
    🗡 short haired cream tabby with vibrant red eyes
    🗡 peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
    🗡 penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
 
𓆝 . ° ✦
The thud echoes, rousing Guppysplash from her thoughts. She spots a cream-coloured tom with flaming tabby markings and an intense gaze on what looks like a nest. She knows she isn't supposed to talk to those outside her clan but... something about his calls to her. She keeps her eyes on him, large emerald orbs watching him weave together a nest. She was impressed, honestly, she had never watched anyone beyond other weavers within Riverclan do this act, and he made it look almost effortless. It deflated her a bit, knowing that her role within her own clan was easily replicated by someone from another clan.

He finally seems satisfied with his creation, a paw tracing it like a mother cradling her babe. His eyes meet hers, and she feels a flush of blood to her face, eyes widening in surprise and ears twitching. His eyes are brilliant, a vibrant and deep red that is utterly stunning --- so clashing with her own and yet so alluring. His words catch her off guard as he retains his eye contact, pushing the next towards her. He had made this... for her? They're still divided by a river, and she feels the warmth in her face grow more intent as he continues speaking to her. Someone who wants to hear about her problems? A tom that wants to hear about her problems, no less. She blinks in surprise, before the tom fumbles a bit, realizing he has no way to get the nest to her with the river between them. She lets loose a small giggle, before finally speaking.

"Well, I can come get it. I-If you promise not to attack me." Her eyes have an aura of innocence to them as she looks at him, more than willing to climb into the river, however briefly, to retrieve his nest. She looks away, the eye contact making her head swim and her brain feel hazy. She had never felt like this before, certainly not towards any of the toms her father showed her. She's almost surprised by how alluring this cat is to her, the scent of Thunderclan clinging to his pelt. She continues sheepishly, "I-It sure looks comfy!" She blurts out, before getting embarrassed.

"I-I'm sure you don't actually want to hear about my problems, though..." she mumbles, making a passing glance towards him. His eyes look genuine, but her parents have told her most toms are trouble beyond the ones they choose. Still, it couldn't hurt to at least talk to him a little bit... right?
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  • ooc: "mew!" (#a2ccc4)
    @GINGERFLAME

  • GUPPYSPLASH — SHE/HER ・ 20 MOONS ・ WEAVER OF RIVERCLAN
    a small primarily black calico molly with green eyes and a scar across her lower lip. sheltered from the world by her family of primarily toms, she is now free to do as she wishes without her father constantly glancing over her shoulder like when she was an apprentice. she desires love and connection, a feeling of longing and a want to be seen runs through her.
 
Oh, if only he had long fur, he's sure she can see how flushed his face had become at her laughter. He can't even help himself from chuffing. It's stupid really. He shouldn't be this flustered around a stranger, and yet... He is drawn to her. The moment she spoke? Oh, his heart soared. She didn't respond with wariness. Not initially anyway. She wanted to come. She wanted to go to him. Why was it that someone within his clan had such a hard time even going near him? Brindlefeather was an outlier but he was friendly to everyone. Their interactions where brief, as the other warrior bounced from warrior to warrior. Here? This molly only looked at him. Really looked at him. When was the last time someone actually saw him?

However, he can only tilt his head with a brow raised at her inquiry. It made some sense, as they were from different clans, but it's not like he indicated that he would be a threat. Before he can even respond, she quickly adds how comfy the nest looks. The cream tom shakes his head. "I promise. I won't attack you, and y-yeah it's comfy. Unfortunately it's not as comfy as I like it to be, but this is the best I could do with what was around the area." It pains him truly that he can't make a better nest, something worthy enough for her. However, there was little use in crying over rotten prey. Especially when she was giving him an inch. If she didn't want to talk with him, she would've turned around and run off to Riverclan's camp. That would've been the sensible thing to do.

We both are interested, aren't we? The idea thrills him. He takes a step forward, a paw making a small splash as it's submerged. "I do! I want to listen to your problems. If you're comfortable with sharing. I'm not going to force you to share or anything like that. Or... If it makes you feel better we can play in the river?" WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU CAN'T EVEN SWIM! YOU'RE GONNA BE SUCH AN IDIOT FLAILING AROUND! Thankfully she can't see or hear the battle raging within his mind. All she can witness is a sheepish smile.
  • GINGERFLAME
    — forager of thunderclan
    🗡 21 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 14th — mentoring cardinalpaw
    🗡 speech is "#F2935C" — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
    🗡 short haired cream tabby with vibrant red eyes
    🗡 peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
    🗡 penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
 
𓆝 . ° ✦
She lifted a paw to her muzzle gracefully, a small giggle escaping her. "Please, I weave nests for my clan and that looks like a comfy nest." Her smile was genuine, lighting up her eyes as she spoke. She's surprised to see a tom so dexterous, so skilled at weaving. Her father had always used the words 'molly's work', a task exclusive to mollies. It seemed like a foreign concept to her to see a tom adept at it in this way, knowing what to do with ease and presenting it like a gift --- not a chore. Sometimes the work of a weaver felt so much like a chore, the nests, the reed walls... it made her paws and jaw ache just thinking about it. She wondered if this tom could also make flower crowns, the other beautiful items weavers were known for. She had a few, sure, but her brothers always called her ridiculous for having such things atop her head.

He insisted he would not attack her, and that he did want to hear about her problems. She felt like she was meeting some imaginary creature. Her father had drilled into her so long that any tomcat that he did not know was bad news. Not to mention that her father and brothers scoffed at her when she had the slightest amount of a poor day. She remembered the last one, when she had tried to talk about her aching paws after assisting in the apprentice den. Her father scoffed, clearly not interested in her words. Her brothers cut in with how hard it was to be a warrior, how hard it was to hunt, and he was suddenly all ears. She always felt like a ghost in her own family. She got even more flustered hearing that someone actually cared about something she had to say, his sheepish smile making her heart soar.

She doesn't mean for it to sound demeaning, but it probably does. She almost wishes she didn't say it, but it already slipped out. "Can you even swim?" She giggles again, looking at the tom. STUPID, STUPID GUPPY. WHY DID YOU DO THAT? WHY DID YOU SAY THAT? She wants to just shove her head in the river and avoid that beautiful red gaze, she looks flustered. "S-sorry that wasn't very nice. I-I can come over to you, I'm sure you don't want to get wet."
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  • ooc: "mew!" (#a2ccc4)
    @GINGERFLAME

  • GUPPYSPLASH — SHE/HER ・ 20 MOONS ・ WEAVER OF RIVERCLAN
    a small primarily black calico molly with green eyes and a scar across her lower lip. sheltered from the world by her family of primarily toms, she is now free to do as she wishes without her father constantly glancing over her shoulder like when she was an apprentice. she desires love and connection, a feeling of longing and a want to be seen runs through her.