[Hellion]

Tucking her tail closer to her leg, Owlpaw watched the passing warriors. Timing was important. Using the reeds to her advantage the dark-silver tabby eased her way out of the foliage and away from camp. Techincally she was breaking a rule, clearly disregarding Silverstar's rule that apprentices shouldn't be out on their own but cuiosity got the better of her. Rumor was it the there had been a twoleg item on the bank of the river. Wondering what it was she headed in the general direction.

The river itself was hard to miss and it took her only a few minutes to find her paws dampened by the softened earth near the bank of it. Carefully walking along it, her maw opened to scent the air around her. Doubting she'd catch a whiff of twoleg, she hoped that any strange scent would cross her nose and help guide her in the right direction. Deciding to walk against the current, she carefully marked her starting point with every intention of walking until she got to the border before crossing the river and walking back on the opposite side. She did this all in the high hope she'd find the strange twoleg object.

Thus she got lost in the adventure.

Owlpaw of RainClan

"Beauty may be dangerous but intelligence is lethal"

Words - Tags - Note: anyone can join! the object can be a simple lost jacket or something. Just needed to get her a post or two because she has been idle too long. maybe a warrior could join and it count as a territory thread! her training is lacking.

[Fawn]

Hope when you take that jump

He'd mellowed out a lot over the past forty-some odd moons; he'd grown responsible and rational and understood patience better than ever. He was a credit to his Clan, and honored his parents and his late mentor with his Code-abiding behavior - exceeeeept when he wasn't.

Russethawk knew all too well the importance of fun and excitement. He loved being a warrior, but he knew how boring and repetitive it could be without something unique to break up the doldrums. That's why when one ruddy ear had caught rumor of a twoleg thing having washed up in the river, Russethawk leapt at the opportunity presenting itself at his paws.

He was all smiles and nonchalance as he ushered Reedpaw and Whisperpaw out of camp. Without an apprentice this season, Russethawk couldn't stop himself from taking on an uncle role for his old friend's two kits. She was long gone, but her memories remained. Her friendship was something Russethawk cherished deeply.

"So we're not going fishing?" Asked Whisperpaw, his soft uncertain murmur hard to hear above the river's rush.

Russethawk grinned. "After."

"After?" Reedpaw bounced alongside of him, and Russethawk threw a wink at his young charge.

"After. You kits ever heard of Two-Legs?"

They shook their heads. Russethawk' s eyes gleamed, revelling in his role of storyteller. "They're these huge hairless creatures, they walk on two legs like birds, but they don't have wings or beaks. They make strange noises and they stomp through the forest like a bunch of confused badgers!"

Whisperpaw's pelt prickled in horror. "They're not real! A-Are they?"

"Of course they're real, and I can prove it." Ruddy tail thick and waving, Russethawk led his procession of curious apprentices upriver - but not before picking up another set of paws.

"Hey! You're not supposed to be out by yourself," Russethawk only lightly scolded her. Morningstorm was something of a... neglectful mentor, so seeing Owlpaw out here trying to brush up on her skills didn't surprise him. Russethawk beckoned her over with a fluffy, waving tail. "I was just about to show Reedpaw and Whisperpaw a two-leg thing! Want to come along? It'll spare you a lecture if you bump into a patrol."

Russethawk waited, hoping she would accept his offer. After the Gathering, it wasn't safe to be out by oneself. Russethawk was all for a little rule-breaking now and then, but not when it jeopardized someone's safety. He couldn't just leave her here.

You don't fear the fall

RainClan || 69 Moons || Tom

Russethawk

Hellion || 400 Words || Notes

[Hellion]

She flinched when she heard Russethawk's voice. Turning to face the warrior a visible sign of relief spread across her face. When he mentioned that he was taking Reedpaw and Whisperpaw to the two-leg thing she was thankful to have run into him. He seemed to know where he was going and would save her a bunch of time. She didn't want to waste what little bit of free time she had searching for it.

"Thanks for letting me come with you," She told him as her formal agreement, before joining in walking with Reedpaw and Whisperpaw. She was nearly fully-grown and felt a little awkward walking beside them. She only hoped they wouldn't point out how old she was. Even her siblings had earned their warrior names before she did. Not that she could fault them for it. It just had been hard for her after Crowblaze's death. It was far easier to say no to offers of training. No one pestered her to join them, she felt more independent that way. Which only proved to bite her in her tail.

Getting caught up in her thoughts she hadn't realized how close they were to the two-leg object until the sharp smell hit her nose. Wrinkling it in disgust she turned to Russethawk. "Do they really smell like that?" She questioned, unsure if she wanted to inspect it further or not.

Owlpaw of RainClan

"Beauty may be dangerous but intelligence is lethal"

Words - Fawn - Notes