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[birchstar]

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[style= font-size: 35pt; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: #464f61; text-align: center; line-height: 30px;]birchstar of riverclan[/style][style= width:350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px; text-transform:lowercase;]It was but your average day for Leaf-fall, and it wasn't Birchstar's first one either. He knew all too well by now the awful things that followed, such as snow and prey loss, which put him on edge. It seemed so easy to slip into the beat of it all, to follow the crowd and do as they did. Hunting and such. Stress. The same old story every cat was telling, of awful leafbares when the rivers were so heavily iced that one couldn't even see the water below. Birchstar wasn't looking forward to it either, since no fish could be caught if the rivers froze up. And plus, walking on ice was dangerous, for it could break and shatter beneath a cat and send them into the freezing cold blackness below. Like Cloudpaw. His thoughts drawled back to the fallen apprentice. The one he thought would give RiverClan back the glory of being victor.

His life was robbed too soon. Now, the ginger tom's attention was grabbed by a slight rustle in the reeds ahead. Careful where he placed his paws, the tom crouched low to the wet ground and crept closer. Scent proved that it was one of the wanderers that frequented the marshes of RiverClan; a water vole. With a smirk drawn over his lips, the warrior pounced, paws landing on the tiny creature and right away trapping it. Another moment and it dangled from his jaws, still warm. Deciding he would return later for it, he nestled it carefully into a bunch of reeds and went on his way. No matter what happened, things would recover, he decided, his catch having cheered him up a bit. After the leafbare had come and gone, the river would thaw and run again.

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[flamewhisker]

The hunters hunt, stamping their feet

He could honestly say, he wasn't looking forward to leaf bare. The feel of it was already in the air, sinking through his thin pelt to his skin. By the time the river started to freeze his bones would surely be covered in a layer of ice. It was his least favourite time of year, and not just because of that. the prey situation sucked pretty bad as well. He'd only been there for one leaf bare before. That was a tough one too. He'd barely been away from his humans for three moons, having joined the clan at the very end of green leaf. It meant his pelt was no where near thick enough to take the cold when it came, especially considering he was raised indoors and in a hot place. This cold weather stuff was awful.

Moving along the river, Russetflame growled to himself at the thought. Not to mention it was gonna be further evidence he sucked as a riverclan cat. Least this time he could swim, fish and not generally be hopeless whenever the river was concerned. After all, the dip when the ice broke last time around only led to a lot of bitching from everyone. Why was it, even now, he did the slightest thing wrong or stupidly and suddenly he was unfit. Hmph. They'd get over themselves either way. He wasn't useless like some of the clan-born guys, that was for sure. He'd point that out to any cat who questioned it.

A rustle not far ahead had the tom pausing, ears pricking up slightly, a flash of silver movement enough to make a sigh break from the tom's jaws. Great, of all the cats he had to find, it was Birchstar. He still wasn't sure what to make of the tom, that much he knew well and clear. While he took him into the clan, after Russetflame had given a few good demonstrations of his fighting skills and been useful in a fox fight on the edge of the territory, the leader made it out like he'd never done such a thing sometimes. Sometimes he was okay, others, well, all it did was make the tom wonder why the hell he'd gone for the water clan.

Despite not really wanting to face the tom right at that moment, he was in a sour enough move, the warrior knew it was pointless ignoring him, especially as the leader pushed through the reeds and appeared within sight. Straightening ever so slightly, the abyssinian tom flicked his tail, giving a slight dip of his head. "G'day Birchstar," he meowed, voice deep and slurring with his usual accent. "Prey runnin' or swimmin' your way?"

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[birchstar]

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[style= font-size: 35pt; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: #464f61; text-align: center; line-height: 30px;]birchstar of riverclan[/style][style= width:350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px; text-transform:lowercase;]birchstar sighed, his tail twitched irritably. after thinking about it for a moment, the leader came to the conclusion that there was no chance of riverclan winning the games this year. all the apprentices were weak. and seeing as how he couldn’t train one himself, it posed a problem. none of the mentors were tough enough on their prodigies. and none of them had proved themselves worthy of eaglestrike’s position if he were to perish. as he was thinking of how he was going to have a chat with all the mentors, birchstar was interrupted. a sigh from somewhere nearby caught his attention. tensing, the riverclan leader grunted and rose to his paws. with an angry stance, he shoved through the reeds with his powerful shoulders and came nose to nose with the russetflame.

giving a disdainful snort, the leader recoiled as though slapped. the ginger tom was a good enough warrior. he had proved his fighting skills and because of that, birchstar had accepted him. riverclan was in desperate need of a victor: they had been in second place the past 4 games. though he thought russetflame would be able to represent riverclan, it hadn’t turned out to be the case. at the time, russetflame was past apprentice age and the other clans wouldn’t allow it. so, birchstar was stuck with him to put it lamely. since then, the riverclan hadn’t much talked to the kittypet turned warrior. the way he talked was enough to make the leader strip the fur from his hide. “g’day birchstar,” the warrior meowed, but only after straightening up and looking a bit more presentable. the gray leader stared for a moment more before blinking his hello. he surely wasn’t about to exchange a greeting.

"Prey runnin' or swimmin' your way?" russetflame asked, trying to be polite. hadn’t he learned? birchstar wasn’t one for pleasantries. flexing his claws in the reed bed, the leader remained stony silent. it was a tense few seconds before he asked, “the fish are bountiful today. but you wouldn’t know would you? can’t even fish properly... out hunting, are you? catching bloody squirrels, i bet. fish have the best source of protein. if we’re gonna try make it through leafbare and make those wimpy apprentices even close to being victor material, we need fatty fish. not. squirrels. how long have you been out today? shouldn't you have done something a bit more your speed? like patch up the nursery?”

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[flamewhisker]

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[style=width:315px; text-align:justify;]Why did he think this was a good idea again? Right he didn’t. It was a no option type of affair. But judging by the silent stare he got in response, it was still the wrong choice. Blimey, how the hell did anyone think this tom would make a good leader. He got the impression they were meant to care instead of… This, from the one gathering he’d been to. Even then, he’d only got that impression from listening in one some of the WindClan apprentices chatter. Oh well, now he had to deal with it didn’t he? Locking his jaws together, Russetflame tensed up completely, amber gaze focused on the leader as he spoke.

“the fish are bountiful today. but you wouldn’t know would you? can’t even fish properly... out hunting, are you? catching bloody squirrels, i bet. fish have the best source of protein. if we’re gonna try make it through leafbare and make those wimpy apprentices even close to being victor material, we need fatty fish. not. squirrels. how long have you been out today? shouldn't you have done something a bit more your speed? like patch up the nursery?” Well wasn’t he… quick with the insults today? It took a lot for the tom to hold himself together and not start spitting them right back.

He wasn’t hopeless as they made him out to be. Not anymore. He’d earned his place in this bloody clan, whether the leader wanted to admit such a thing or not. “I’ve literally only just walked out of camp, after participating in the border patrol you put me on,” he forced out in as calm of a voice as he could manage, just managing to keep his ears from flattening against his skull. “So no, I haven’t a bloody clue how well, which is why I was askin’ to see if it was worth tryin’ or spendin’ my energy on hunting other prey, so the clan is actually fed so it ain’t hungry. Somethin’ I think is a bit higher priority than the best source of protein .”

Okay, that was a bit too sharp, but he didn’t regret saying it. It was the truth. If there weren’t a lot of fish going through, there was no hope of him catching anything. He wasn’t bad at it, but he wasn’t the best. With limited fish it would be a waste of his time as he’d scare off all of them if there were only a few. If he was going to hunt, he’d do it efficiently. Without wasting time. To make sure the clan wasn’t hungry. Okay, maybe fatty fish would bulk up fur and such, but it was one step at a time. They weren’t bulking up anyone if they were starved to death in the first place. Glancing toward the river, he studied the water’s surface, before glancing back to Birchstar and pointedly going to the edge.

He didn’t speak, just sat down, carefully positioning his shadow to be on the shore, gaze focused on the water. It didn’t take long for one of the unsuspecting fish to swim close enough. Lifting his paw carefully, he waited a moment before striking, his natural speed making the movement effective, claws hooking around the creature’s gills and bringing it back to the surface. Leaning down, he quickly finished the fish’s life, before lifting his head, moving away from the shore slightly before placing the fish at the leader’s paws, nose wrinkled slightly. “I can catch decent-sized fish perfectly well, by the way mate. Squirrels aren’t my thing, or even over this side of the lake. As you should know. Havin’ been ‘ere so much longer than I ’ave.”

Okay, he was pushing it now, but that was just a bit too far for his patience. He could take the kittypet jibes, but his abilities, he could prove.
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[rainblaze]

The slowly flowing river carried several colorful leaves that floated on its surface like sailboats. A long-furred she-cat watched their steady progress from the shore, her sky-hued gaze swirling much like the water. Her thoughts were on the swiftly changing seasons, the chill in the air that brought frost and snow to the clan's territory and stunted the growth of her precious herbs. She hoped that her efforts to stock the medicine cat's den would be enough to keep the clan healthy throughout leaf-bare. Her fiery tail swished behind her as she turned away from the water. Riverclan had survived countless leaf-bares before, and would survive this one as well.

Rainblaze let out a self-assured breath and then continued her stroll along the river's edge. So far she couldn't identify any useful plants growing nearby, only the usual clumps of grass and reeds. She had expected as much. Luckily there were no sick or injured cats in her den at the moment, she had no patients to worry about just yet. Rainblaze smiled quietly to herself as a breeze combed through her white and red pelt, she could afford a day to relax.

Muffled mews reached her ears and she strode toward the sound curiously. The medicine cat separated the reeds and stepped gracefully out of the plants. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Russetflame and her claws anchored themselves into the moist dirt at his words. Rainblaze bit back a hiss as she glared in his direction. "Watch your tongue, kitty-pet." She warned the tom, keeping her voice decidedly even. His attitude was entirely inappropriate for the situation. Did he have any idea who he was talking to? He owed much to the leader who took him in and gave him a home.

With that out of the way Rainblaze turned her attention to Birchstar. She dipped her head respectfully in his direction before opening her mouth once again to speak. "I was told I could find you here. How are your scratches healing?" She looked pointedly toward her leader's front legs. Rainblaze had heard from her apprentice that Birchstar had sustained some mild injuries recently.

[birchstar]

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[style= font-size: 35pt; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: #464f61; text-align: center; line-height: 30px;]birchstar of riverclan[/style][style= width:350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px; text-transform:lowercase;]birchstar reclined on his paws and surveyed the strange warrior a moment. he was a social cat in clan, but he did tend to clam up when either of the three high positions began to speak to him. it was a sign of weakness. or so the riverclan leader thought. it was a tossup. he wanted his warriors to be a fierce with him as he was to them, but they didn’t need to outright disrespect and oppose him. try and make their case, he supposed. “i’ve literally only just walked out of camp, after participating in the border patrol you put me on” the ginger tom mumbled, trying hard to keep his voice study. birchstar sighed, a bit disappointed. for such a cat with such fighting skill, he expected more. “glad to know you actually went. rookclaw skipped out yesterday.” he said simply, speaking to the warrior for the first time without malice oozing from his voice.

so, when russetflame’s tone became snippier than birchstar had ever heard it, the leader’s whiskers twitched. “so no, i haven’t a bloody clue how well, which is why i was askin’ to see if it was worth tryin’ or spendin’ my energy on hunting other prey, so the clan is actually fed so it ain’t hungry. somethin’ i think is a bit higher priority than the best source of protein .” the leader remained quiet, tail lashing as he thought of something to say. the ginger warrior was finally showing some of that fire birchstar had seen in him in the beginning. all it took was a little provoking, but that didn’t mean the leader was just going to start to be nice to him. oh no. he was nice to no one. eaglestrike and he were on the same page: it was why he’d chosen him as deputy.

“fish is better prey than any. it’s the most fattening food the forest offers. which we need when the clans start to go hungry. riverclan is going to be a prime target for windclan this leafbare. the land right near horseplace? the place where we get the occasional huge rabbit? the windclan victor has plans to hunt there and take the rabbits so he can feed his own clan. so we don’t need to rely on the forest prey. fish are riverclan’s priority. is there a problem with that?” he asked hotly, narrowing his eyes. russetflame had turned away and began to walk to the edge of the river. birchstar rose to full height, drew in a breath to snap at him, but decided against it at last minute.

the ginger tom had raised a paw and was poised and ready. the leader watched silently as the warrior slapped the fish to the surface. within seconds, the fish was lying dead at his paws. “i can catch decent-sized fish perfectly well, by the way mate. squirrels aren’t my thing, or even over this side of the lake. as you should know. havin’ been ‘ere so much longer than i ’ave.” the leader contemplated the words before sticking his thin face in russetflame’s. “that was impressive, kittypet. but it’s obvious you’re lacking in intelligence. squirrels, mate, live in trees. do you see those? those large brown things with the red and orange things hanging from them? that’s called a tree. squirrels live in trees. so do birds. but i hope you knew that. if not, lesson for the day.”

rant over, birchstar drew back and raised a paw to his face. licking his claws contently, he drew his paw over his face a few times before placing it down atop the fish. flexing his claws, they tore through the skin and into the fleshy body of the fish. ripping a chunk, birchstar hooked the meat between his claws and took a bite. he hadn’t eaten in three days. it was one of the subtle sacrifices he made for his clan. being generous and kind without having to actually be either. "Watch your tongue, kitty-pet … I was told I could find you here. How are your scratches healing?" another voice said from the leader’s left. birchstar turned and the reeds tickled his face. rainblaze had come to see what all the talk was about, naturally.

the gray tom said nothing to the medicine cat, but just flicked an ear. “russetflame was just showing me he could actually fish. shocked, really. oh, those? mm, yes. they’re fine. i said i wouldn’t need anything for them. apprentice chatter. they should be doing sometime a bit more productive.. it’s a wonder we even win the hunting challenges sometimes. ridiculous,” he grumbled, taking another bite of fish. “lichenpaw making progress?” he asked, glancing at russetflame for a moment before addressing him. “and while we’re going into the subject of apprentices, i want you to take them all out tomorrow and work on battling. and since i know you’ll be too soft on them, i’ll accompany you.”

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[flamewhisker]

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[style=width:315px; text-align:justify;]He didn’t want to be there, not in the slightest, not now the leader was at it. Of course, he was taken off guard by the small comment birchstar threw his way, at least at first. “glad to know you actually went. rookclaw skipped out yesterday.” Well, that was something he supposed? It wasn’t barbed as most of the comments were. He also found himself relaxing slightly. But soon enough, after he’d let his tongue loose, the tom was back to snapping and ranting, and all Russetflame could do was flatten his ears completely, remaining silent through the leader’s words.

Okay, so many fish were what riverclan was meant to eat, but that was stupid, surely it was better just to eat full stop? That was like with his diet back with the humans. He only ate the best for his pelt and his attitude, but he ate whatever was given when times got rough. As Birchstar continued on about squirrels, he just managed to control himself from snapping back. There were what, three trees in riverclan’s territory? Was it really his fault if he didn’t stare at them all with intent interest? There was what, a maximum of three of those things in the whole territory. Like he’s touch them.

Hell, he hadn’t even known what those things were until he got to the clans. They weren’t back in the homeland, and when he’d first seen them in the garden when arriving to England, well they were simply strange orange things. Like he’d try to eat them. Chase them, maybe, but not hunt them. That was like hunting the rabbits on show at the fair. Not done unless you wanted to be clipped over the head. Watching Birchstar rip at the fish, he just sat and watched, opening his mouth to make a comment. Before he could though, another voice, one that only made the whole situation worse, spoke up.

"Watch your tongue, kitty-pet." Joy, Rainblaze was there! Oh all they needed was Eaglestrike now and he’d have the whole party there to snap his head off for defending himself. “russetflame was just showing me he could actually fish. shocked, really.” Hmph. Whatever, he wasn’t getting involved there. That would just open up more arguments. Locking his jaws together, he just stayed silent as the medicine cat and leader talked, only lifting his gaze back to the leader from the ground when he was addressed.

“And while we’re going into the subject of apprentices, i want you to take them all out tomorrow and work on battling. and since i know you’ll be too soft on them, i’ll accompany you.” Ugh, really? He didn’t need any more time with bitchstar than what he had to. Especially considering this little conversation just enforced his dislike of the tom. But oh well, battling he could do. Plus, maybe it’d give him a shot to remind the leader why he was even in the bloody clan.

“Can do, though I dunno where you got the soft idea from,” he meowed gruffly, meeting the leader’s gaze before looking down, sucking in a breath and straightening. “Any particular style you want worked on? Solo, paired, patrol?” He may as well ask now, least that way he could figure out a game plan… and remember riverclan’s group attack if that was what he wanted.

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[SILVERPAW]

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YOU TOOK MY LIGHT, YOU DRAINED ME DOWN, BUT THAT WAS THEN AND THIS IS NOW. NOW LOOK AT ME! THIS IS THE PART OF ME THAT YOU'RE NEVER GONNA EVER TAKE AWAY FROM ME, NO. THIS IS THE PART OF ME THAT YOU'RE NEVER GONNA EVER TAKE AWAY FROM ME, NO. THROW YOUR STICKS AND STONES –[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 45px; margin-left: 120px; margin-right: 20px; text-align: center; height: 40px; color: #071313; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; overflow: auto;]tags, rainblaze, birchstar, russetflame words, 665 notes, sorry if i'm interrupting;;[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #EEF1F1; padding: 17px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; color: #071313; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 30px; border-top-right-radius: 30px;]where is she? wondered lichenpaw, the tabby apprentice walking rather urgently through a thick clump of reeds. she had gotten poked in the eye a couple of times by the stupid stocks, and now she was reduced to walking with her head down, relying on her nose to guide her through the 'forest'. at least that's what it felt like to her. she wouldn't have to be here if she had just listened to what rainblaze had told her, instead of thinking over some daft thing like what fish would say if they could talk. talking fish. how stupid am i?! she cursed, eyebrows furrowing together so much that it actually begun to hurt her soft little head, and she was forced to flatten out her features once again. the feline was getting herself in a panic over nothing, and all she had to do was calm down, take a breather and sniff out her mentor. but what if she's away to the moonpool!? i'll never find it on my own! oh, why couldn't she have just listened! wait, what was that? a voice. more than that, a familiar voice, and a couple of others that weren't so familiar, but still known to her. pricking her ears upwards to try and listen to the voice, she could definitely catch a trace of rainblaze's voice and... yes, that was birchstar's voice replying. oh joy! she had found them at last! the smile bloomed upon her maw before she realised it, and the tabby begun to push through the reeds with a more determined step, the few stocks that hit her face only bringing the scent of her mentor to her more. but wait, what would she say? stopping in her tracks, the feline begun to wonder what to tell her mentor when she reached her. she couldn't just pop out with 'oh sorry, but i wasn't listening when you told me what to do so i came to find you' now could she? biting her bottom lip, the apprentice would start again, moving slowly forward while her mind run through the possible answers that she could give rainblaze. although that's when she heard it, the perfect opportunity! birchstar had asked of her progress, something the feline could work with. stepping confidently out from the forest of reeds, eyes squinting slightly from the sudden increase in lighting. when did riverclan have so many reeds? she understood that they came from the moisture in the ground but jeez! "someone say my name?" she asked halfheartedly, as if she had just so happened to stumble upon the group of cats while being on an important mission. you know, medicine cat stuff and all that. she would pause in her movements as she reached the spot where her mentor sat, a nervous smile stretching her lips as she stood beside her, watching the little conversation between leader and warrior. it was only then she noticed russetflame, the former kittypet that was let into their clan. the reason why was still a mystery to her, as she had never wanted to pry much on the case for worry she'd be told off for getting into others' business. but now here she was, witnessing what seemed to be a snide remark from the warrior. "pair fighting's usually easier for the smaller cats..." she chipped in softly, looking to russetflame with a blank, naive expression that showed she had no idea as to which was going on here. sitting down silently, the feline would run her tongue over her lips before staring at her paws, watching a little spider, probably one of the last of the insects alive, crawl over her front paws. the way it moved it's long and angular legs amused her, and she wondered what a cat would look like if they walked like that. certainly very stupid! she thought with an amused gleam in her green eyes.[/style]

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