@Fraust
(AWWW I FREAKING LOVE BOX TURTLES I HAVE SIX OF THEM)
"What's their assignment?" Finchpaw started sorting herbs again. The breeze had made them a bit untidy, and she didn't like a messy work space.
(AWWW I FREAKING LOVE BOX TURTLES I HAVE SIX OF THEM)
"What's their assignment?" Finchpaw started sorting herbs again. The breeze had made them a bit untidy, and she didn't like a messy work space.
"Whatever their mentors give them, I don't know, I never did a warrior assignment."
"Fair enough." She shrugged. "I think it's either hunting, fighting, or both. But since this is their final assessment, it's probably both."
"Yes, probably both." Darting back into her den, she padded past the sleeping Ashkit and stopped at the front of her herb store.
"So, what now? He's asleep and doing better, and we already trained."
"We check up on the elders, Creeksong (Female) and Marshtail (Male), and then we can get something to eat, the rest of the day you can have off."
"Alright then." Finchpaw made her way to the elders' den and greeted the cats warmly. She had always loved the elders, and they her. She was often invited to eat with them.
"Who was your day, honey?" Creeksong asked, wrapping her fluffy gray tail around her.
"It was lovely, Creeksong. Silverbrook and I got to do some training and stock up on herbs. How are you feeling? Is the cold weather making your bones ache again?"
"Not as much as Marshtail!" She purred.
The brown dapped colored tom just huffed at her comment and turned his head away. Being half blind, the old tom just sat in the elder's den, hardly moving unless he had to use the dirt place or get something to eat.
(Are Marsh and Creek mates? Bc they're super cute, like an old, quarreling married couple)
"Alright. When we leave, we can bring you herbs for that. Poppy seeds should do wonders. How are Frogleap and Pondsplash?" (their kits who aren't really kits anymore.) "Have they been visiting?"
(That's acute idea!!)
"Frogleap has, he's been visiting us every day! But as for Pondsplash? She's been hanging out with Robinflight."
"Oooh! Do you think they'll get together?" Gossiping with the elders was always fun. They knew plenty of interesting stories from when they were younger, as well.
"Yep, there is no way at all they are not getting together," Marshtail said, licking his brown skinny tail.
"Oh, that's great! They'll have such cute kits." (I gtg eat food and stuff byeeee probably be back later?)
(Yep!)
(Back)
(ok)
(Quick reply to this because I have to go like right now) (Lets not let this RP die! I want Finchpaw to meet some random tribe cats!!)
"Lets hope." Marshtail muttered, laying his head on his white paws, "Robinflight is a kinda a big mouth and I hope the kits aren't going to be like him."
Finchpaw laughed a bit. "Perhaps they'll be more like Pondsplash, then? She's very level headed and well behaved, isn't she?"
"More then Frogleap," Creeksong purred, "That tom is always 'trying' to make new ways of fighting and hunting! But I think he's only making new ways of make him look like a fool."
"I've noticed that. Looks more like dancing than fighting, doesn't it?" She laughed. "Perhaps his tactic is to make his opponent laugh until they're incompetent!"
(i'll have to drop out of the new Kidnapped rp)
"Yes!!" Creeksong laughed, nearly falling on her mate.
(Aww rip)
"Or confuse them! He could be fighting a Shadowclan cat, and then he'll start hopping about like a rabbit on catmint! They'd be so confused."
Marshtail moved closer to Creeksong, and looking up said, "They'll be wondering if they are suppose to fight or just watch! I know i'll be confused if he did that to me, oorrrr i'll just hit him on the head and tell him to get some sense."
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