(( Sorry, Imma reply nao. I won't rp River, Ivory or Fox until Batman replies.
Crystal, can you rp Icepaw and Adderpaw?))
Bluebird flipped an ear at the mention of Facilier and his rogues. Just another problem to be dealt with, and a dangerous one at that. Even so, she only worried for Jetblack and Dawnpaw now, obviously her mother, father, and dear Ivorythorn were able to take care of themselves. She closed her eyes in her own silent rage and tried to think of why Redear would pick the silver tabby over her own kits. Hmmf. Probably because we're just weaker and Ivorythorn is better. The she-cat let out a stifled sigh, ears now laid down on her head. Isn't doing my best good enough for anyone? I just wish that mother... She stopped the thought before she could finish it, for she couldn't put into words or thoughts what she wished for. Bluebird grazed her brother's back with her chin, eyes turning icy. I don't need Redear! I'll--I'll show her one of these days that I can be just as great a daughter as Ivorythorn, or even better! Despite the sudden burst of determination, she felt tears springing to her eyes. I'll show you...
Stripedpaw yawned widely and stepped out of the den, shaking her pelt off when she felt the chilly air hit her. She sighed, seeing no sign of her mentor and lashing her tail in impatience. The apprentice still had a lot of energy and wasn't content to just sit around and do nothing. Huffing, she decided that this was the best thing she could do for now.
"Hey Silverheart? Is there anything you need right now? Like herbs?" The calico-tabby asked, popping her head back into the den, green eyes wide.
Songfeather heaved a sigh of relief and giggled a bit, "You had me worried for a second there, Dawnpaw." The calico warrior shook her head and swept her tail over Icepaw's shoulder, "I'm glad you'll be alright. We won't continue training until you can safely see with that scratch in your eye, alright?" This is exactly what I didn't want happening; that's why I was so hesitant to start training her to fight. She assessed the apprentice for a moment, cocking her head to the side. Ah, well. Icepaw is strong. This shouldn't hold her back too much.
Q masked his disappointed well, the only sign of his dismay was his ears going back just slightly. Were these cats just secretive, or had Paletail gone missing? Or worse... The russet red tom looked up at the she-cat, realizing that there had been an awkward pause. He coughed to fill it before continuing, "It's alright, think nothing of it. I probably shouldn't have asked in the first place, milady." Q dipped his head. If this she-cat had intrigued him before, now he was even more intrigued. She spoke of apprentices and mentors, so he knew that she really must be a clan cat and wasn't just faking it. Not that she had reason to lie, but it was always good to make sure. He opened his mouth to say something again when something caught his attention. A scent very similar to Lionpaw's invaded his nose, though it seemed farther away.
The tom stood and padded to the wall of the rothole and braced his front paws on the side, peering up at the sky. "That's strange. Seems one of your kin has also trespassed on this here Stormclan land."
((The scent Q is smelling is Leopardpaw, and also Fox and Adder, but mostly Leopardpaw.))
