🌳OakClan - The Resilient and Brave (ACTIVE members needed!)

Timberstone purred and rubbed his tail across her back. "We'll talk more about it tomorrow,'

I really really want to watch another episode of Gilmore Girls and I really really don't want to go to bed alone but it looks like I'm going to have to because fiance is out with his friends and isn't back yet and I'm really really tired)


Timberstone bowed his head and wished Ravensteps' spirit well on his way to starclan.

I love it! I started less than a month ago and am in like season three lol)
Oh wait, I'm at the first epsiode of season 5. I probably started a month or so ago)

oh and if you do start watching, I've been warned by my fiance who wikipedia'd the show to not watch season seven because netflix botched it horribly. And Rory is questionable in season six apparently)

It's certainly binge-worthy)

It's great lol)

We're talking about shows because we're friends and friends like to talk. Please do not be rude)

( Ah I missed a lot of pages wow. D: But I read back. I'll reply with Foxpaw and Crowpaw then wait for Rusty to be online to roleplay as Smallnose again! )



"Good." Foxpaw said brightly, excited to keep exploring.
Crowpaw stood up as they reached him, after having again raked his claws against the tunnel this time on the floor.

( Should they reach a larger cavern/the moon cavern on the next turn? Also, when should I send Nightglisten there, should I wait for Mooneyes? )

Nightglisten watched the vigil from a little distance, his face grave as he looked away and stalked back into the medicine den. As per tradition, the floral herbs, or the ones with the strongest scent, would be laid on the body during their last sharing of tongues. He sighed deeply as he stared at his store, his breath a puff of fog in the air due to the cold. A rather meager and shriveled supply was all he had, with some having had gone bad due to the winter snowfall. Shaking his head and gathered what he could spare, he trotted back out, gently placing the sweet smelling, dried herbs around Ravenstep, and whispering his own farewell to the cat as he worked.

Sparrowtail sat close, but not directly next to the dead tom. She stared at him with wide eyes as the cats gathered to say tehir good byes and keep vigil, her eyes a bit damp as she watched him. While not one of her closest friends, Ravenstep had been a cat she'd grown up with. Seeing him dead was heartbreaking, especially seeing Wildmist's sadness at her brother's death. She felt her heart pounding a bit faster in her chest as she thought And Honeypaw, Crowpaw and Foxpaw are still out... what if they're in danger, too?
She considered offering to find them, so that Honeypaw could sit with her elder brother one last time, but found she could not find words to speak.

Ravenheart also looked shocked, and after nuzzling the elder cat's body in a respectful farewell, retreated to the warriors den entrance. He wanted to still keep vigil, but also felt he needed to be by himself. He still felt out of place in the clan, even if he was fond of them, and did not feel it was his place to really keep vigil for the cat he didn't know all too well. But it also seemed rude to just... leave, so he curled by the warrior den entrance, still watching the others with tired and sad eyes.

Shiverpaw had rushed out to see the commotion, sharing in shock and disgust at the dead cat, eyes wide. Feeling some strange fear of the deceased, she hurried back into the apprentice den. She knew death wasn't catching or anything, but she couldn't bare to get close to the cat, so she buried her head in her paws and tried to sleep. She could not, however, and found herself peeking out of the den again, feeling only a tiny bit guilty as she gaped at the others, her fur fluffed up in her fright.Feeling a bit freaked by being by herself suddenly, she spotted her mentor Mothdapple and crept over. "W-What happened?" She asked with a shiver and a sniffle.

Honeypaw followed, a bit worried. She heard commotion on the other side of the tunnels earlier, and she could have sworn she heard her sister, but the noises had stopped for a while.

( That's fine! And hi. c: I'll just say it exits out into the forest and they go back to camp from there, that ok? Alright... maybe he's, Nightglisten I mean, a bit unnerved by the cat's death and wants to be certain there was nothing behind it. Can I have him tell Harestar then leave in a little bit? )

The tunnel widened as they kept walking, and soon Foxpaw and Crowpaw found themselves squinting in the sunlight, being adjusted to the darkness now.

Crowpaw crawled out first and sniffed the air. It was the forest somewhere still in their territory, but a bit close to the border. Foxpaw followed and looked around with a sigh. "Aw, it's just the forest." He muttered, disappointed, but quickly focused on the border nearby. Crowpaw shoved his tail in Foxpaw's face, seeing his interest in leaving the territory and frowning.

"Ack! Ok, Ok, we'll go back to camp." Foxpaw muttered, giving them both a sheepish grin.

Meanwhile, in camp, Nightglisten finished adorning their departed warrior with the herbs. Giving him a look over again, and examining the dried wounds, he thought for a moment. What was it the others had suspected it was that killed him, a badger? With a small grunt the tom cat looked around until he spotted Harestar, and walked towards him. Not wanting to disturb the mourners he asked in a low voice. "Harestar, may I speak to you for a moment?"

hey)

ok no problem)

if you want)