Sparrowclan ~ The Strong and Daring (Always Open)

(rockydublin thats fine. )

As he heard Mothpelt fall into the water, Bramblepath turned to say something to her. When he saw the situation she was in however, the words died in his mouth and his mind quickly snapped to a course of action. He quickly sprung into the shallows and waded out as far as he could, just barely getting close enough to grab onto Mothpelt's scruff. "Stop struggling, you're going to be fine," he said as calmingly as he could around her scruff as he started to haul her back out of the water.

Mothpelt w/ Bramblepath [𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮]

Mothpelt froze when she felt something grab her scruff and haul her out. When she found herself on dry land she quickly shook the water off her pelt. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked to Bramblepath.
“Thanks, um?” She couldn’t remember his name at the moment, he looked familiar. Something about him made her feel safe, though that might have been because he just saved her. All she could do was look at him with confusion.

Stygiansnow and Bluelotus w/ Blackheart [AlphaWolves]

Stygiansnow nudged his brother to start walking back to camp before following after him. He looked back every so often to ensure they didn’t lose Blackheart. It wasn’t that he felt the tom was incapable it was more of a desire to not lose cats when they’re with him.

Blackheart quietly followed the two tons with the fish firmly in his jaws, water dripping down off his chest and belly. Eyes shifted along the open plains as they made their way back to camp, seeming lost in thought. He didn’t even notice as they started to head pasted the ferns and into the camp clearing before he was standing in front of the fresh kill pile with perked ears.


Snowpaw stood up a little straighter as she watched the three warriors enter camp with their mouths full of prey for the clan. Easily she bounded over to the group, purring a greeting as she approached them. “Wow nice catch guys” she spoke up to the three of them with eyes sparkling in amusement as she took in their soaked pelts and twitched her whiskers.

( Whatever works for you, rockydublin )
Bramblepath quickly assesed the situation and ran his mind through the proper procedures for it. He soon came to the conclusion that, since warming Mothpelt up was the priority and the most efficient way of warming her up right now was body heat, that he should wrap himself around the tight little ball that she had become. He gently moved up next to her and spread himself around her. He didn't say anything, praying to Starclan that he wasn't making things awkward by his actions.

"There's no need to apologize. Everyone falls in the water sometimes. You just picked a bad season to fall in," Bramblepath purred. As he said it, he started to feel awkward about the situation they were in. As his senses fully cam back to him, he realized that he was wrapped around Mothpelt in a rather familiar way, and that he hadn't even asked if she was okay with it before he had done it. He uttered a curse directed towards himself under his breath, but figrued that it was too late to stop what he was doing. Now he had to stay there until either he or Mothpelt decided that she was warm enougb again.

(hello! i'm just gonna get some starters up!)

Bramblepath fidgeted a little, unsure whether to stay where he was or get up. On the one hand, he didn't want to accidentally offend Mothpelt, but on the other he was fairly certain that she still needed a bit more time before she was warm enough. He was surprised to realize that there was a part of himself that found this situation more relaxing that anything else he had ever experience. Finally, he decided to leave it up to Mothpelt's discretion, crushing down the confusion that was running rampant throughout him. "When you think that you've warmed up enough to get back to camp without collapsing, let me know," he meowed calmly.

( Whimsicallight this can work for either character. You could have Aspenthorn wander close enough to the border to run into my cat, or you could have and encounter between my cat and Nessa. I leave it to you. )
Mara walked towards the Sparrowclan border. She didn't know how many times it had been that she had traveled this way for practically no reason, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to stop. She supposed it was partially to spite the clan, as she felt that they acted like they were better than everyone else just because the live together in a larger group. She was reluctant to admit that the other half was curiosity about the clan and the feelings of belonging that they showed, but whether she admitted it or not that was the truth. As she pondered these thoughts, she came upon the Sparrowclan sent line. She stopped not a tail-length away from the border and sat down. Wondering who, if anyone, she would run into today.

"The herbs can wait," Bramblepath said. "It's more important that you don't get sick than me getting my emergency stash of burdock root." While it was the same thing he would have said to any cat in this situation, for some reason Bramblepath found himself feeling like he meant it more than he normally did. It was almost like there was something special about Mothpelt. Him being the thick-skulled cat that he is however, Bramblepath simply couldn't come up with a reason for this. He chalked it up to him being partly responsible for the incident and shifted his thoughts back to the important matter of making sure that Mothpelt was well.

"There's no need to thank me. I'm just doing the only thing I can," Bramblepath said. "You warriors know a lot of different skills and you use all of them. All I know how to do is heal," he sighed. His statement wasn't entirely true. He could hunt if he absolutely had to, or if he were hanging out with another cat, but he didn't know much in that realm and it was only enough for a mouse or two in the best season for hunting. Not that he ever hung out with any cats. His social life was nonexistent.

Aspenthorn w/ Mara [𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 ]

Aspenthorn wandered farther upstream, following the small creek's path. Soon he abruptly stopped as he reached the border. Aspenthorn sighed and started to head back down but his nose caught a scent of something that didn't match the musky scent of Sparrowclan. He narrowed his eyes. A loner. Working his way through the grass, Aspenthorn followed the scent of the loner. Spotting a she-cat a few taillenghts away from him, he yelled, "Hello loner trespassing through Sparrowclan territory! What can I do for you? 1. Chase you out. 2. Fight you. 3. Annoy you until you leave."

Fortunately for Mothpelt, Bramblepath didn't see her comment as anything except for a general compliment. He nodded slowly, saying "I guess that is true. The medicine cat does play an important role in the clan. It's just sometimes it just feels like I don't really do much. I know that isn't true, and that I help the clan, but the thought still lingers." He sighed after he said this, reminding himself once again of his role in the clan. "That's why whenever I get compliments like that I try to really take them to heart. Makes me feel like I'm actually helping."

Mara snorted as Aspenthorn called out to her. Her mind immediatly shifted from it's melancholic tone to a more offensive mode. "Are all cats in your clan this dull? I'm not even in your territory yet numbskull," she laughed. She didn't bother moving. If it was a battle of wits she was confident in her ability to outperform against a clan cat. If it came to actual violence... Well, if she couldn't outfight him she certainly could outrun him. "Also, all three of those options have the same result. Isn't there some fourth option that would let a cat through if they actually wanted to get through you're lousy territory?"

Aspenthorn w/ Mara [𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮]

Glancing at the she-cat again, he realized that she was a few inches away from the border. Oops. But that didn't matter. "You're close enough," he meowed, walking closer to the border. "And also, that was the entire point. If you really wanted to pass through Sparrowclan territory, give me a good enough reason to let you pass." Aspenthorn sat down, his whiskers twitching.

(It’s all good, life’s fickle and it’s the holidays ^^)

Mothpelt w/ Bramblepath [𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮]

“I doubt that will ever happen. You don’t strike me as a ‘do terrible things’ kinda tom. At least not intentionally.” She replied. She doubted Bramblepath had a mean bone in his body, he was kind and caring. She couldn’t see him hurting anyone for the sake of doing it. Her thoughts tried traveling to the land of “what ifs” again, but shook her head. “We’ve been over this, Mothpelt, it can’t happen. It won’t happen, so don’t bother thinking about it!” She mentally scolded herself.

Unless I fall for you. Bramblepath thought matter of factly. He then mentally recoiled from the thought and wondered where it had come from. He had never had even the slightest hint of romantic feelings for any cat, so it was strange to him that those feelings had come to mind. He shook off the strange thoughts and focused on Mothpelt. It had been long enough that he thought she was warm enough to make it back to the camp. "I think you'll be able to make it back to the camp. If you don't have any objections, lets head back there."

As Mara listened to Aspenthorn commenting on his own awsomeness, she burst into laughter. It wasn't the cold laughter she used in almost every conversation, but a warm heartfelt laughter like she hadn't had since she was only a moon old. Even when she finally choked down her laughter, a faint smile lingered on her face. "I'll give it to you, that was a new one. Never, in all the moons I've spent harrasing you clan cats have I heard anything like that," she said, a slight chuckle creeping back into her voice.