oceanclan - clan of the seas [ v.4 ;; open! ]

Cloudpool couldn't remember the last time that she had this much fun. When Frozenstep knocked her down, she squeaked in astonishment. She rolled around with him, her pelt growing soaked due to the rain and the water that the two played by. Cloudpool playfully batted at Frozenstep's ears and purred. "Great Starclan you're so heavy! Get off you big badger!" The gray and white molly teased, pummeling the toms soft belly fur with her hind paws. It was all games and playful motions with him, though. She hadn't played with her own siblings like this in forever.

Frozenstep gasped in feigned indigence, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, that is it! You're on!" His meow was punctuated with a slapping of his large paw against the water, throwing it up at the she-cat to finish soaking her pelt through. His own coat was dripping water now, but the smile on his face never moved. He was glad he'd come with Cloudpool today, even if it was something he wouldn't often do. He was having so much fun, he almost never wanted to leave.

Cloudpool let out a kit like squeal when the water drenched her. She squirmed and jumped to her paws, shaking herself off and letting the water droplets fly everywhere around her. A huff left the young she-cat as she crouched down, wiggled her rump and launched herself at the larger tomcat. This was what joy felt like, and Cloudpool loved it. She didn't often get to play and mess around, since her sister, Mistyfur was training Sharkpaw, Stormprint was always padding after Velvetfur, and Fogmask was always with Blackflurry. Her siblings used to be her go to training partners and mess around buddies, but that was off for the time being until they all agreed a night before and there wasn't anything else to do. Shaking the thoughts of her siblings from her mind, Cloudpool plopped down into a sitting position right on top of Frozenstep, a purr rumbling in her throat. "You're so squishy, Frozenstep!" She chirped playfully, tickling her tail tip under the toms nose.

{ Location ;; Oceanclan Territory | Replying to ;; Dogwoodbloom [Feathertalon ] }

Cloudpool carefully climbed off of Frozenstep and purred palyfully, helping him up with a nudge of her muzzle. "I wasn't heavy, was I?" She asked curiously. She glanced at her stomach before shrugging. She was lean and slim like most of the smaller mollies in the clan. Her gaze then shifted back to Frozenstep and she tilted her head slightly. "Did your mentor teach you how to fish?" She asked curiously. Maybe she could do another activity with the tom before a full on storm picked up and the streams flooded with rain water. { lowkey shipping them, but i wanna see where they go- yknow? }

At the thought of a race with her mother, Sweetkit's eyes began sparkling. She remembered how she'd race with Lilykit and Toadkit whenever Alderberry let them out into the camp clearing so she could rest. Her tiny paws had her bouncing happily as she nodded quickly. "Yes mama! I wanna race! I bet I'll win!" She turned and looked around the camp, figuring out where they could race to. She purred and pointed towards the leaders den. "Let's race to there! First one there is a slow mouse!" The little she-kit squealed before turning and charging off in the direction of the leaders den.

Ravenflight felt his heart pounding and blood rushing in his ears as he heard screeching come from his friend. He pushed harder and made it through the bushes, launching himself at the first fox he saw, tearing his claws at the vixens eyes in a fury. "Pick on someone your own size, you foxheart piece of dung!" The tom yowled, before hitting the vixens snout. He watched as the vixen staggered and eventually tore itself away from the white she-cat. The black tom got in between the two, snarling and arching his back at the vixen who looked at the pair angrily.

"Dogwoodbloom, you need to head to camp, get back up. Tell Marshclaw about the foxes." He mewed, looking at the molly before turning in time to jump out of the way of the vixens snapping jaws. "I'll hold it off and draw it back into the thorns as much as I can. Tell them there's fox pups around too-" The black tom was cut short when the vixen knocked him off his paws, winding him as he toppled onto his back with a loud thud.

The vixen had fear scent and a defensive smell to her, minus the milk scent that filled the area. It was only a matter of minutes before the dog ended up finding them and joining in the battle. Ravenflight just hoped Dogwoodbloom could make it back before then, and before he got totally torn apart. He sneered at the vixen as it snapped at him, rolling over to get away, but not without a nip to the ear and shoulder. He let out a yelp and twisted, clawing at the vixen once again, trying to hold on as long as he could.