WAR! | WindClan/RiverClan Warriors War Roleplay

Rocklake

setting: riverclan camp - clearing / riverclan camp - fresh kill pile / riverclan camp - warriors den

mentions: duststrike

Rocklake nodded at the mention of breakfast before he realized Duststrike hadn't eaten and was headed to the warriors den. He growled to himself and walked over to the fresh-kill pile. He grabbed whatever fish Duststrike liked the most and his own personal favorite, a trout. He padded over to Duststrike, tapped him, and dropped the fish off, keeping the trout. "You needa eat too. You ain't counted out of breakfast, young'n." He mewed. He had that hint of extremely fatherly tone, something that said "listen to me or i'll rip your mouth off".

Featherpaw

Setting: Riverclan -  Med den

Mentions:  Dualpelt

Featherpaw yawned and sat up. Her cloudy, blind eyes flickered open for a moment as she started to stretch.

"Good morning." She said quietly, ears twitching.

Dualpelt

“Good morning,” Dualpelt purred back, “Ready for another day’s work? Oh, your mother reminded me that you have to be sure to visit her and your little brother.” Her tail gently swished as she placed some Spanish moss down.

Featherpaw

Setting: Riverclan -  Med den

Mentions:  Dualpelt

She gave her pelt a couple licks before moving closer to Dualpelt.
"I'm ready...And I'll do that. Later."
She loved her mother and brother, but she probably didn't spend enough time with them. They were sometimes a bit overprotective.

Hawkstorm }~ Tom }~ Windclan Medicine Cat }~

-- Location} Windclan Camp, Medicine Cat Den -- Mentions} Swiftstar -- 

Hawkstorm paused, clenching his jaw at the high-ranking she-cat's inquiry. He took a deep breath before responding timidly.
"Well... it's passed my mind once or twice, I will admit. Wisppaw seems... keen on the life of a Medicine Cat. If I were to choose any free apprentice, it'd be her."
The tom cleared his throat, edging his way closer to the entrance of the Medicine Cat Den. His tail brushed the earth underneath him, reminding him to keep his cool around the Leader, and he awaited her words before he just upped and left rudely.

Palepaw }~ Molly }~ Riverclan Apprentice }~

-- Location} Riverclan Camp, Camp Clearing -- Mentions} Duststrike, Rocklake, Fernpaw --

Palepaw perked her ears with interest when the young tom said that he was thinking of joining the patrol, but she could do nothing but nod at her mentor's words. His reasoning was, well... reasonable. It was only a wonder that he agreed to take her along. Maybe it's because I'm much older than any of the other apprentices. She hummed to herself.
"Hold on, Fernpaw..." The molly mewed to the fellow apprentice, friendliness in her voice, before turning back to take in her mentor's next words.
After listening intently, the young she-cat dipped her head with respect before she spoke. "I believe you should get something to eat, too, Duststrike." She stated softly, looking up at him. "We aren't the only ones who need to preserve our strength."
With that, Palepaw beckoned for Fernpaw to follow her before she padded towards the prey pile, picking up one of the fish she'd caught earlier. The molly gestured for the fellow apprentice to take the second fish she caught. Walking over to a quieter corner in the camp, she curled her paws underneath her chest and took a bite, smiling at Fernpaw.
"Looks like I have some time to spend before the patrol sets out. How are you doing today?" Palepaw questioned, curling her tail close to her side. I don't like interacting with others much, so this is a big step for me, but I'm sure it'd be in Duststrike's best interest if I had a friend other than him...

(sorry that I haven't responded in days. I've been busy moving and life's just been a bit hard recently. Hope everyone's having a great day, though :>)

"I will call a clan meeting." She said. Then she walked out of the den and yowled the summons

Duskflower | Riverclan Warrior | Location: Riverclan Camp

Mentions: Fernpaw and Palepaw

The tortoiseshell she-cat emerged from the warriors den and settled herself next to it. Duskflower huffed softly, noticing the stray pieces of twigs and moss from her night's rest. She immediately got to work, busying herself with raking her tongue down her fur to rid it of dirt and her misplaced bedding. After a few minutes, she looked down at her handiwork and smiled at her clean fur. She wasn't necessarily hungry this morning, but she supposed she should eat. Her ears perked when two voices reached her, seemingly locked in conversation. She turned to observe and watch the two apprentices interact with each other. The camp was apparently already awake. Duskflower slinked towards the freshkill pile and delicately handled a fresh perch in her jaws, then returned to her previous spot next to the warriors den to feast.

Wisppaw

WindClan: Mentions Swiftstar and Hawkstorm

Wisppaw quickly finished up her bird and perked up when she heard Swiftstar’s yowl. She hopped up and carefully trotted into the main clearing, taking a seat on a soft patch of moss. I wonder what’s up. The young apprentice also noticed Hawkstorm nearby and tried to look a little more professional. 

Dualpelt

Dualpelt nodded as she finished up. “You better. JadeTail has been more worried than ever about you two. From the war to trying to get your brother a mentor, she’s a busy mom. I just hope she gets back into being a warrior soon, we need all the help we can get. Anyways, do you want to go foraging or check up on the clan first?”

Stream padded towards the river that flowed past the tree he made a den in.

Swiftstar waited for the rest of the clan

Hawkstorm }~ Tom }~ Windclan Medicine Cat }~

-- Location} Windclan Camp, Medicine Cat Den -- Mentions} Swiftstar, Wisppaw -- 

Hawkstorm smoothed his fur and gave it a quick cleaning before padding out of his den. He wanted to look at least decent for this moment because it would be one Wisppaw never forgot, whether it came with good or bad memories. And, oh boy, did this tom know about bad memories coming with being a medicine cat apprentice.
He sat down beside his Leader, looking out at the small(ish) number of cats already gathered, Wisppaw being one of them. He noticed how she straightened up not only her posture, but also his face, and this pushed a light chuckle out of him, loud enough for himself only.
Maybe having an apprentice around the den won't be as bad as I'm making it out to be. He hummed to himself, curling his tail over his paws.