Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Jan 28, 2021 5:44:36 GMT -5
This is a response to this thread.
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if i could begin to be
half of what you think of me
i could do about anything
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if i could begin to be
half of what you think of me
i could do about anything
RIVERPAW
6 moons // rainclan // apprentice
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The cat that wandered its waterside now followed the lull of the river. He was not supposed to be outside camp. His paws were somewhat unsteady, but determinedly he plodded on, bleary blue eyes seeking for a lower point in the bank where he could dip his paws and wet his throat. He groaned slightly, feverish and confused. Where was camp? He had only just left it... Rustpaw had been worried... he'd vomited onto a small patch of moss laid out, surrounded by other sick cats, including his mentor. Frogchaser had laid quietly in his nest, hadn't so much as said a word or raised his head as Riverpaw crept past. A headache pounded in between his ears, almost as piercing as the pain in his stomach. He was so confused that he wasn't even sure how far he had walked. He shivered despite being unbearably warm, his gaze flitting around him, trying to familiarise himself with his surroundings. Finally, he located the river once more, and walked tiredly towards it.
Suddenly, a voice... no, was he really hearing a voice? He looked around briefly and decided that the fever was making him imagine things, blinking with disorientation. He took a few more tentative steps forward, hoping the cold water would chase the confusion away. Leaning down the bank, his small pink tongue stretched out to lap the water. Everything hapened so suddenly. The ground seemed to disappear beneath him as he was flung headfirst towards the surface of the water. His alarm was delayed, and when he plunged beneath the surface he felt an odd sense of calm overcome him. A fish brushed past his fur, igniting his dull terror. What if that was a pike, what if there were more? His head reeled, his paws churned desperately in the water, and finally, he broke the surface with a shocked howl. The current swept him along, so much fiercer than he had originally assumed. His webbed paws, which normally would have assisted in keeping him afloat, were clumsy and confused with fever. He took a desperate breath before being pushed under once more, water roaring in his ears.
Teeth clamped around his scruff and dragged his head up above the surface. Water spluttering from his mouth, Riverpaw paddled, frightened, not knowing who was there, who had grabbed him. His blue eyes bulged with panic and confusion as he became aware of an unfamiliar, un-RainClan scent. “Edge!” He heard the scream through his fur, and lashed out with claws unsheathed, finding with surprised that his paws met bank. With a massive heave, the stranger managed to hoist him up onto the bank. The sodden apprentice flopped onto safe ground with a slap, vomiting water onto the sandy, earthy ground. “Th-thank you.” He coughed hoarsely. He turned to see a black and white TreeClan tom join him precariously on the shelf, his own fur just as drenched as Riverpaw's. He only had the chance to meet his rescuer's gaze before, to Riverpaw's horror, the bank crumbled beneath those white paws. “NO!” He screeched, forcing himself unsteadily to his paws. He scrambled to the edge of the crumpled bank, the black and white tom swept swiftly downriver. Weakened and foolish, Riverpaw bunched his muscles to jump after him, but suddenly found himself pinned to the earth. “Riverpaw, what are you doing out here?” A voice demanded. Ridgefrost bristled down at the apprentice, his eyes furious. “The TreeClan cat! He's drowning!” The sick apprentice wailed. The black and white head had disappeared beneath the water downriver.
Without another word, Ridgefrost plunged into the water, his strong body much more able in the river than Riverpaw had been. Riverpaw watched with desperation as he ducked beneath the surface, searching for the TreeClan tom. He resurfaced alone, his eyes scanning the water. Once more, he vanished under. Riverpaw trembled. Please! Please, StarClan, please! Ridgefrost surfaced again, alone. The cold realisation was dawning on Riverpaw... that the stranger had been under for too long, and TreeClan cats did not know how to hold their breath like RainClan swimmers could. Ridgefrost wasn't even sure where the warrior was, he could not see anything in the murky water and the current had swept him away fast. He paddled back to the shore, struggling onto the bank, and padded solemnly over to Riverpaw. “No! Ridgefrost! You have to save him- you have to!” He begged weakly. Ridgefrost shook his head. “We have to get you back to camp.” He muttered, knowing that the TreeClan tom was beyond rescuing. And in his agonised heart, Riverpaw knew it too. Letting Riverpaw lean on his shoulder, both dripping cats made their way home.
The river purred quietly.
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he river that split through RainClan territory seemed to have a soul of its own. With fish flowing through its depths, it wound and twisted and curled through the territory, never stopping. Its sound was like a low feline purr. It leapt playfully over the salmon falls and licked past StarClan's claws, an intricate part of every Clan's life but none more so than RainClan. Their water, their fish, it all came from this one glorious source. The river whispered through their hearts, and only they had so close a relationship with the water. Only they had the courage to dive beneath its surface. But the river was neither friend nor foe to any cat. It cared for no-one. It was an impartial, threatening, comforting part of nature that witnessed the lives and deaths of countless creatures. The cat that wandered its waterside now followed the lull of the river. He was not supposed to be outside camp. His paws were somewhat unsteady, but determinedly he plodded on, bleary blue eyes seeking for a lower point in the bank where he could dip his paws and wet his throat. He groaned slightly, feverish and confused. Where was camp? He had only just left it... Rustpaw had been worried... he'd vomited onto a small patch of moss laid out, surrounded by other sick cats, including his mentor. Frogchaser had laid quietly in his nest, hadn't so much as said a word or raised his head as Riverpaw crept past. A headache pounded in between his ears, almost as piercing as the pain in his stomach. He was so confused that he wasn't even sure how far he had walked. He shivered despite being unbearably warm, his gaze flitting around him, trying to familiarise himself with his surroundings. Finally, he located the river once more, and walked tiredly towards it.
Suddenly, a voice... no, was he really hearing a voice? He looked around briefly and decided that the fever was making him imagine things, blinking with disorientation. He took a few more tentative steps forward, hoping the cold water would chase the confusion away. Leaning down the bank, his small pink tongue stretched out to lap the water. Everything hapened so suddenly. The ground seemed to disappear beneath him as he was flung headfirst towards the surface of the water. His alarm was delayed, and when he plunged beneath the surface he felt an odd sense of calm overcome him. A fish brushed past his fur, igniting his dull terror. What if that was a pike, what if there were more? His head reeled, his paws churned desperately in the water, and finally, he broke the surface with a shocked howl. The current swept him along, so much fiercer than he had originally assumed. His webbed paws, which normally would have assisted in keeping him afloat, were clumsy and confused with fever. He took a desperate breath before being pushed under once more, water roaring in his ears.
Teeth clamped around his scruff and dragged his head up above the surface. Water spluttering from his mouth, Riverpaw paddled, frightened, not knowing who was there, who had grabbed him. His blue eyes bulged with panic and confusion as he became aware of an unfamiliar, un-RainClan scent. “Edge!” He heard the scream through his fur, and lashed out with claws unsheathed, finding with surprised that his paws met bank. With a massive heave, the stranger managed to hoist him up onto the bank. The sodden apprentice flopped onto safe ground with a slap, vomiting water onto the sandy, earthy ground. “Th-thank you.” He coughed hoarsely. He turned to see a black and white TreeClan tom join him precariously on the shelf, his own fur just as drenched as Riverpaw's. He only had the chance to meet his rescuer's gaze before, to Riverpaw's horror, the bank crumbled beneath those white paws. “NO!” He screeched, forcing himself unsteadily to his paws. He scrambled to the edge of the crumpled bank, the black and white tom swept swiftly downriver. Weakened and foolish, Riverpaw bunched his muscles to jump after him, but suddenly found himself pinned to the earth. “Riverpaw, what are you doing out here?” A voice demanded. Ridgefrost bristled down at the apprentice, his eyes furious. “The TreeClan cat! He's drowning!” The sick apprentice wailed. The black and white head had disappeared beneath the water downriver.
Without another word, Ridgefrost plunged into the water, his strong body much more able in the river than Riverpaw had been. Riverpaw watched with desperation as he ducked beneath the surface, searching for the TreeClan tom. He resurfaced alone, his eyes scanning the water. Once more, he vanished under. Riverpaw trembled. Please! Please, StarClan, please! Ridgefrost surfaced again, alone. The cold realisation was dawning on Riverpaw... that the stranger had been under for too long, and TreeClan cats did not know how to hold their breath like RainClan swimmers could. Ridgefrost wasn't even sure where the warrior was, he could not see anything in the murky water and the current had swept him away fast. He paddled back to the shore, struggling onto the bank, and padded solemnly over to Riverpaw. “No! Ridgefrost! You have to save him- you have to!” He begged weakly. Ridgefrost shook his head. “We have to get you back to camp.” He muttered, knowing that the TreeClan tom was beyond rescuing. And in his agonised heart, Riverpaw knew it too. Letting Riverpaw lean on his shoulder, both dripping cats made their way home.
The river purred quietly.
[attr="class","rivtag"]tagged Hellion | [attr="class","rivnotes"]notes Sorry it's terrible!! |
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