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"If you want, we can swim," Ashstorm suggested, hopping excitedly around Cherrywhisker as they neared the river. "But don't worry, you won't get wet. You can ride me and I'll keep you safe from the water!" ~Patchfeather~ 03:22, September 14, 2018 (UTC)
Ashstorm tossed his head at Cherrywhisker. "Stop sighing, it'll be fun. Just watch. I promise," he assured her as he stopped at the stream. He inhaled the air. The scent of river weeds and wet sand filled his nose. Pure magic. He waded into the water, scanning the bottom for something special.
Mothpaw slunk back into RockClan territory, she had sort of glow about her that suggested she'd done something wrong but nobody would notice would they? The creamy-white apprentice slipped back into camp, her green eyes lit up; more than they'd been lately.
Nightshade perked up when he spotted Mothpaw enter camp. He had actually not just been sitting around camp, lazily, he had been worrying over where she had disappeared to for so long. "Mothpaw!" he jumped to his paws and stomped over, with icy eyes. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you! You've been gone all day!"
The sun shone and caught something through the water - glittering and white. Ashstorm grinned like an idiot and dove under the water, swimming down to the bottom and snatching in his jaws. He pulled himself back to the surface, breaking it with his face and swam over to shore, where Cherrywhisker stood. He dropped the shiny shell at her paws. His heart fluttered a little. He had a crush on Cherrywhisker, but he was super shy and nervous about actually telling her, so instead, he liked to shower her with gifts. "I got you a shell. Isn't it pretty?" ~Patchfeather~ 02:58, September 15, 2018 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker lifted her paw so the water didn't splatter her but she couldn't help a soft smile. Her green eyes going to Ashstorm's. The she-cat placed her paw back in the dry dirt, her tail prodding at it. "It's..lovely." She said sincerely.
Ashstorm blushed under his smokey black pelt. "I'm glad you like it. I thought you would."
Nightshade jerked his head back, looking mildly shocked. Or was it in a mocking way? "Is that a tone I hear?" he cried. "I thought you got eaten by a fox! Or taken by a hawk!" He leaned closer to her, sniffing her pelt. "Do I smell CaveClan? I smell CaveClan. Were you in CaveClan territory?" ~Patchfeather~ 03:19, September 15, 2018 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker smiled, she let her tail touch his should briefly before she drew it back and pulled the damp shell towards her, wrinkling her nose at her paw touching something wet. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 03:24, September 15, 2018 (UTC)
"Would you like me to show you how to fish?" Ashstorm asked, pulling himself out of the water. "It would be so roman-ER I MEAN, it would be so, um, rambling awesome? ahaha..." Ashstorm inwardly cursed himself, then tried to fix it, giggling awkwardly. ~Patchfeather~ 03:38, September 15, 2018 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker smiled. "You can show me but I am not sticking my paw in the water." The warrior said, wrinkling her nose once more.
Ashstorm grinned and hopped onto a rock. Just soaking wet, not bothering to shake himself dry. He was kinda afraid of getting Cherrywhisker wet. "So, you need to be careful to not let your shadow touch the water, that'll scare the fishes away. Also, you need to be really quiet," he said, ending it in a loud whisper. "Then you wait," he said, then stared at the water."
Nightshade was surprised he didn't have a stroke. He spluttered. "You know you're not supposed to go there alone! Tensions between RockClan and CaveClan are at a rocket right now! Did you get hurt?" he looked her over for scratches. ~Patchfeather~ 03:51, September 15, 2018 (UTC)
"You're being absurd, Nightshade." The apprentice said to her father, her frost-blue eyes on his night black face. The creamy-white apprentice gave a hollow sigh and sat down. "No, I'm fine besides I could have easily kicked his rump." She stated.
Nightshade was too angry to think of something clever to say. "Well - just - don't do it again! Okay? You freaked me-owt." Nightshade realized something in this moment. He used to do this stuff to Creekfrost all the time when he was an apprentice. He would go out for entire days at a time and cause trouble, and worry the heck out of his father. When Nightpaw would return to camp, Creekfrost wouldn't stop whining and screaming at him. This is how Creekstar felt... He finally understood why his father had been so upset when he did that as an apprentice. He felt bad for doing it now.
"... then when you see one..." Ashstorm lashed out a paw. "YOU STRIKE!" he yowled and hooked out a bass, throwing it onto the stone and snapping its neck. ~Patchfeather~ 04:04, September 15, 2018 (UTC)
Mothpaw rolled her eyes. "It's not like you would understand much of anything anymore. Your attention has gone to Fennelpaw." The creamy-white cat snapped before she shrunk back and turned towards the Apprentices' den. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 04:14, September 15, 2018 (UTC)
"She's my sister," Nightshade called after her. So what if he payed some attention to Fennelpaw? Why did Mothpaw care so much? He spent his whole life without Fennelpaw and now she was back in it, of course he was going to give her attention.
"Then why not just give her all of your attention. She already has ninety percent of it." The apprentice snapped under breath, stomping towards her nest where she curled up alone.
Runningstrike stood at the border of RockClan's camp, the breeze ruffling his fur. He sniffed the air. ~Wolfblaze
Stoarscar padded up to Runningstrike with a mouse, eyes shining. "Want to share?"
Orchidbloom felt like making him work for it, almost. She was in one of those particularly stubborn and playful moods, seeing she was finally free from caring for so many orphaned kits. She didn't mind raising them, although she felt she went wrong somewhere with Hawthornpaw and Pumpkinpaw. She just...missed freedom. Running with Creekstar, having those fun nights with him...Orchidbloom spotted his familiar coal-black coat among the darkness of camp, and she crept away from him. He'd have to work for this date night.Silverstar 01:37, September 20, 2018 (UTC)
Creekstar flicked his tail, feeling mildly annoyed. He had checked the warriors den, and Risingsun's den, yet he couldn't find her there. Then he found her scent. It was fresh, really fresh, veering away from him. Is she avoiding me? he followed it. ~Patchfeather~ 01:43, September 20, 2018 (UTC)
Maybe I should hide in a tree. Then he'll never find me. She ventured into the leader's den, and decided she'd just lay there for a while. Maybe he'd just blow right past her. Orchidbloom hovered over his nest briefly before rolling in it to mask her scent with his, in case he was tracking her. Or I could just hide in the river...Silverstar 01:47, September 20, 2018 (UTC)
Orchidbloom rested on her side, glancing up at her mate innocently with round, sea-green eyes. Foxdung, he found me... "Um, no?" She stretched out so that her forepaws may reach his, playing with them a bit. "Can I help you, Fishstar?"Silverstar 16:36, September 20, 2018 (UTC)
Mothpaw was curled up in her nest, staring out at the setting sun. She hadn't seen anymorr of Nightshade; not really. The creamy-white apprentice sighed. It didn't matter she'd be a warrior soon, little did she know she'd have her own family, in a cruel way. Minkletoes I am not old. 01:00, September 21, 2018 (UTC)
Creekstar squinted at Orchidbloom, amused. "Yes you can help me as a matter of fact. I have nothing going on tonight and I'm so bored, so I thought it would be lovely to go for out for a lovely walk. That sound good, Treebloom?"
Grassclaw padded up to the border with RockClan and CaveClan. She was having a hard time finding her mother. It seemed as though her scent had already faded from the territory. She slumped down, tired and grief-stricken, not realizing she had crossed the border. Mother is dead... the word kept repeating in her head. Nothing felt real. ~Patchfeather~ 01:35, September 21, 2018 (UTC)
Smokemask was lounging in the darkness, toward the outskirts of the camp. He wouldn't head to the warrior den until the moon had neared its peak in the sky, so he merely watched the skittering of his mindless clan mates with partial interest. All of them were the same and none of them were worth his efforts. Stretching out with a moody aura, the tom closed his eyes. Lunastrae (talk) 01:47, September 21, 2018 (UTC)
"Oh, so I'm your last resort now?" Orchidbloom sat up, her tail tip gently tapping against the ground almost thoughtfully. "Hmm...I'll consider." She stared off, away from her mate as she continued to "think" on his offer. "...Maybe if you'll go for a swim with me. Maybe."
Cloudfrost finally stumbled back to camp, her vision and skin no longer a problem with the sun gone. Yes, it had taken her this long to patrol. Albinism and sunlight weren't exactly a good mix.Silverstar 02:33, September 21, 2018 (UTC)