SplashClan/Roleplay/Archive 01

Archive Info
Archived 1/03/19
Contains roleplay from February 11th to February 20th
Archive Contents
The wan winter sun rose high over SplashClan's moorland territory, creeping into the crevices and even reaching into the camp, though it did little to shift the chill from the caves outside of the open central area. Divestar shifted uncomfortably in their nest, cracking one eye open in irritation before standing to shake the remnants of cold stiffness from their frame. They padded from their den and searched around but saw no sign of their deputy's dusty reddish pelt. Still, they knew she was self-conscious about her injury in the cold moons when it affected her more; it wouldn't kill them to organise patrols on what was probably the first day off she'd ever taken. With a flick of their tufted tail and half-hearted attempt at flattening their spiky pelt, the chocolate tabby leader leapt gracefully from the platform where they usually addressed the Clan. "Alright, good morning to you all. I know it's cold, but we still need prey and the borders need checking. Rockrose, Sandrattle, Ashfeather, I need you to patrol up by the BreezeClan border. Ashfeather, you're in charge - let's call it practice. Swallowfern and Honeywhisker, you check the Tribe border - they sometimes cross to hunt in this weather. Silverpaw, your mentor's checked out for the day so I'll take you hunting instead. Sound alright?" the leader rattled off instructions cheerfully, before turning their full attention to Silverpaw. "Right. I looked around the camp and didn't see my deputy so I actually haven't planned anything for this morning. What's Otterthorn been teaching you so far?" they asked politely, feeling a nostalgic twinge.They missed mentoring. Maybe they'd take another apprentice sometime.Unlike Divestar, Shellskip had been up for hours. The lilac tortoiseshell blinked tiredly in the wan light, misty blue eyes a little clogged with a mild cold. He'd sort it later. That wasn't his primary concern, not right now. Something other than anxiety twisted in his belly and his tail drooped, he'd had his suspicions for not quite a moon now. Fur prickling anxiously along his spine, the marbled tom padded despondently from his den and made his way up the tunnel to the surface, wincing as his flank brushed against a root or rock spur, he was too stressed to care. Almost unconsciously, his paws set him on the path from the camp to the Neutral Zone, heading slightly north so as to head towards the cave where the medicine cats usually met to communicate with StarClan One riot,one ranger! 02:47, February 11, 2019 (UTC)
Yawning from her spot in the apprentice den, Silverpaw blinked her eyes open. Lifting herself from her next she arched her back and stretched her paws in front of her body letting loose another yawn. The young silver apprentice stopped to groom her pelt quickly before standing up and slipping out of the den. Her bright icy blue gaze locked onto her leader, Divestar was standing on their greeting platform. Curiosity sparked in the apprentices eyes as she watched them give out the daily orders in the same manner as her mentor, the clan deputy, did. Where was Otterthorn anyway? The thought had barely crossed her mind before she was addressed by Divestar. The leader had locked their eyes on her momentarily, letting her know that her mentor had vanished for the day, before finishing their orders. They then returned to give the silver pelted she-cat their full attention. Silverpaw tilted her head slightly, Otterthorn had been teaching her some battle moves yesterday, but hunting would be great, she knew that Otterthorn was working on her weaker area. Silverpaw often tripped over the attack and defence moves. More than once, she had been helped back to Shellskip to get a sprain or a cut fixed. But she was good at hunting. "Honestly, she was helping with my battle moves...." the apprentice admitted guiltily. Her icy gaze shifted up to her leader. "But I'd really like to do some fishing!" she quickly squeaked out. "Otterthorn only lets me fish if we're in a hunting party." She knew she was good at fishing. Maybe she could impress her leader with her skill, despite not being any good at fighting. 
Divestar nodded, amused. Just like Otterthorn - pick the area of weakness and drill it. "Fishing sounds good. We'll head up towards BreezeClan, it's a little warmer and the river's probably just a little slushy, won't be frozen over this close to newleaf." they agreed, padding confidently out of camp - just late enough so as to not notice Shellskip slipping out before them. Reaching the surface, the chocolate tabby breathed in a deep breath of clean, chilling air and let a slight smile touch their creamy muzzle. "I figure if I try teaching you anything it's not going to be Otterthorn-suitable, but we may as well do something fun if she's taking an off day. Has she been alright lately? It's not like her to just up and ditch." One riot,one ranger! 08:57, February 11, 2019 (UTC)
Silverpaw jumped to her paws and leaped after her leader, following their spiky pelt through the entrance. The soft coated apprentice bounded to Divestar's side, "Otterthorn tries to keep things more complicated, but she's a good mentor, I'm really lucky to have her teach me all she knows" She mewed in a bright tone, "Even if she's drilling me hard." An amused light entered her eyes as she imagined the deputy telling her how to do the tricky battle moves. She shook her head, "Sounds like a plan, Divestar" the apprentice responded to the first part of the leaders words. Silverpaw shifted, thinking about how her mentor had been lately, "She's been a little more withdrawn lately, I just thought that it was because she had been worried about the clan more than usual since it's leafbare." she admitted, keeping her pace quick to keep up with Divestar's longer legs. 
Divestar nodded thoughtfully, amused. Otterthorn hadn't really changed since apprenticehood, but at least she was learning not to impress her ambitions on others quite so much. "Mm, I suppose so. I'm sure I'm just being a worrywart, she'll be back before sundown." they admitted, keeping up the brisk pace as they both headed north, the spike-furred leader enjoying the warming breeze on their face. Soon enough the river that marked the BreezeClan border was in sight, and the tabby warrior sped up the pace slightly to reach it. When they did, they eyed the patches of slush with distaste but could see a few fish lurking near the low banks. "Right. Show me what you know." they instructed, settling down a few tail-lengths from the bank so as to not disturb the fish. One riot,one ranger! 21:28, February 12, 2019 (UTC)
The young silver apprentice nodded her head, flicking her tail in acknowledgement of their words. She picked up her pace, loping slowly along side her leader, the warmth of the coming newleaf making her smile as it breezed through her pelt. Silverpaw bounded the last few tail lengths ahead of Divestar as she stopped at the edge of the bank. Her claws kneading the frozen earth under her paws. When Divestar sat down just a little ways off from the bank. Silverpaw turned her head to the flowing water, looking for her shadow, she moved to make sure it was behind her away from the water. Quietly she settled just on the edge as to not show the fish that she was there. Her paw up, raised to strike, she watched, stone still. Not a flick of her tail, a twitch of her ear to be seen. Her eyes watched the silver scaled creatures and quickly her paw dipped into the water and she flicked out a flopping creature, before smacking her paw down onto it and nipping it quickly at it's spine. She moved it away from the water edge before flicking an ear at Divestar, and then turning her focus back to the stream, her paw back into position and ready to scoop out another plump fish. 
Divestar nodded appreciatively, a swift catch and clean kill. "You're hunching a lot while you wait. Try and keep straight, as you get older you'll find that bad habit hurts your spine and muscles." they commented, and while this was certainly true it was also the only fault they could find. Otterthorn was right to focus on other things, the rosetted tabby apprentice clearly had a talent for this. One riot,one ranger! 07:56, February 20, 2019 (UTC)
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