~ RiverClan ~ Clever and Strong |☾☼ ϟ ≈ ☁|

Sheeppaw sighed with a light chuckle, knowing the other apprentice was right - even if Turtlefrost wasn't around right now, he should do his best to practice her teachings. It had been made clear to him that to be a Clan cat, he'd have to put in the work.

"All right, all right. What say we see if'n we can catch a fish or two? Maybe we can try the reeds for some minnows," he suggested, pointing with his nose to the reeds crowding the edge of the island where the river met the camp. 

Owlwhisker nodded to the third born kit, the tom that shared both their features. A fond memory filled his eyes as he thought of the way Tessa used to play with him in the dirty pools of water in Twolegplace. Even now, he missed her more than anything. He mused. “Pondkit is a nice name for him, right?”

Marshpaw perked up at the suggestion. His tail rose straight upright with joy. “That sounds great!”

With a bounce in his step, he headed straight to the reeds, only occasionally looking back to see if Sheeppaw was following.

Sheeppaw bounded after the other apprentice, shouldering his way into the reeds and standing with the river washing over his black paws, as comfortable as any Clan-born cat. They were lucky - the river hadn't yet frozen here around the reeds. He stilled, allowing the regular rippling of the water to return.

She flushed at his earnest response, and stood, though she lingered by his side for longer than necessary. “A quick walk around camp, then? Maybe we’ll find a nice place to sit and rest awhile. Somewhere quiet, maybe?”

As nice as it was hanging out in the den, it was also nice to have quiet conversation with Iciclestep away from the rest of the clan. She enjoyed her time with him, even when it was fleeting. She took a few steps toward the exit, watching to see if he followed.

“Iriskit!” Owlwhisker sounded out the name, before he gave a big grin. “I like that alot. Super pretty, just like her.” He purred, tapping his long tail on Iriskit’s head, before he nodded. “And the last one?”

“I’ll never say no to peace and quiet.” Iciclestep mused, nodding to Snowflower’s request and enjoying her close presence. He could tell that the Clan was starting to realize that they were together. Not that he caref to tell them, or cared to respond to any rumors. He liked the feelings they shared with eachother, just the two of them.

“Like the stuff that comes from trees?” Owlwhisker mewed curiously, before he laughed brightly. “That’s a cute name. I like it alot. Pondkit, Iriskit, and Sapkit.” He purred deeply. “I love them so, so much. And I love you so, so much, Littleshadow.”

(going to play through how I came to Riverclan if yalls don't mind) A small white and gray she-kit sat besides a small stream, her mouth opened in a silent cry for help. She was skinny, and starved, her brother lay beside her, unmoving. She nudged him once. Twice. nothing, she buried her small muzzle into his fully black fur, he was cold. A sense told her he was gone, yet she didn't understand. Only about twelve sunrises ago she was brought into the world, she had sucked a sweet creamy liquid, unsure of what it was called, where was it now? Where was that wonderful sweet sent of the other cat? She didn't know. All she knew was that she was alone now. She lifted her head and opened her mouth, this time a small sqeak came out, she did ths multiple times untill she grew tierd, she could only hope help would come. (this takes place at a small stream pretty close to the Riverclan camp, so other cats can hear her smol sqeakles, so hopfully one of yalls will come XD by the way when someone, I don't know who will finds me they take me bak to camp and idk who but someone names me small kit due to my smaller then usual size)

She mewed in suprise, what was this other cat, and what is he going to do to me?! am I safe?! will I go bye bye like my brother? her thoughts of tearor bombarded her mind as she sqirmed a little but she was still pretty weak.

She somehow understood his kind words as she relaxed and felt safer, she sat and watched the world around her as she was carried off, Woah! itssobig!

"Nice catch!" Sheeppaw purred. "There was a l'il brook on the farm, so I've been fishin' minnows practically since I was kitted. Those big'uns in the river give me trouble, though," he said. He looked up at the commotion, peering through the reeds to where Foxripple was approaching camp carrying something. He flicked his ears toward him. "Wasn't he s'posed to be guardin'?"

Snowflower stepped confidently out of camp with him, ignoring any caught eyes and comfortably leaving through the reeds.

Once she traveled a short ways and found a dry, wide space with a view of the river, she paused to watch the water flow by. “I love getting a chance to take a break like this. There’s so much going on in the clan, sometimes it just gets to be too much. What with prey-maulers, and Specklecreek, and the new kits. It’s just… so busy it seems. It’s distracting.”

Marshpaw followed his gaze, wondering at the open entrance. “What’s that he’s got?” He asked, confused. Then, picking up his minnows he started toward Foxripple to get a better view. “Come on, let’s go see!” He said around his mouthful.