ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴᴄʟᴀɴ - ᴄʟᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀs - ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ﹣ᴀ﹣ᴄᴀᴛ ʀᴘ || CLOSED

The large dark brown tabby looked at the leaves as Puddleheart shuffled through them. There was a stalk of leaves that he didn't recognize picking-- the ones Puddleheart and Iceswirl claimed to be dangerous. His eyes grew wide and his ears flattened against his head, before dipping his head in an apologetic gesture to both the medicine cat and the former queen.

He took no offense to the way Iceswirl spoke to him, rather he returned calmly. "I didn't mean to pick those. I swear on Starclan. I must've only took a quick glance before nipping them off. Honestly." He mewed softly, feeling as if he could've done better. He glanced at Puddleheart and frowned, hoping the tom wouldn't exactly get angry at him like Iceswirl had. He knew it wasn't okay though, bringing such a deadly herb into the clan. 

Marshclaw then turned to look at the herbs. He needed to get rid of the nightshade. Iceswirl was right- what if Alderberry's kits got to this? He may be an ambitious tom, but he was indeed not a kit-killer. He loved kits actually, and had his eye on being Toadkit's mentor when Wavepaw was finished with her training.

"Let me take these back out into the forest and toss them away. That way the kits don't get a hold of them." He offered. Marshclaw's tail twitched as he looked at his brother, feeling a weird itch in his paws. He missed Puddleheart, but he knew too much. Maybe... Just maybe Marshclaw would be able to talk to him again- like they used to as siblings. He could only hope.

Rowanstorm purred softly and dipped his head, feeling a little bad that he had almost doubted the smaller black tom about jumping the stream. He side stepped, letting the tom have more room to land. Once he did, the large ginger tom shook himself out. "I remember having jumping competitions when I was an apprentice. That was the only fun apprentices had in my time. I'm old, and getting gray." The tom chuckled, even though he wasn't exactly old. No where near it, actually. He just had his first litter with Alderberry, and he could still have more.

The ginger tom was about to continue on, up until a black shadow of an apprentice sized cat came flying through the air and into the water, sending droplets everywhere and all over Rowanstorm's face. When a head popped up from the water, the tom recognized Breezepaw, one the the apprentices. And out of the woods came Firepaw, who skidded to a halt and started giggling at the drenched tom apprentice.

"Breezepaw, you should've been a little more careful! Now you look like a catfish!" Firepaw teased. His eyes shifted up at the two other toms across the stream from them, catching Rowanstorm's hard gaze. The large ginger tom didn't look too happy about the water on his pelt. "I'm sorry, Rowanstorm, Breezepaw and I were racing to the stream, and he must've tripped--"

"Now, you two are such balls of energy. But you really must be careful. What if the stream was flooded? Breezepaw, you would have drowned." He glanced at Beetlewhisker, gesturing for him to talk a bit of sense into his apprentice.