Dead roleplay

"It is. But it's not so bad once you know it. And with everyone else offering tips on helping you to remember, it makes things easier." Sageheart nodded. "Sounds like a plan." He gathered up some of the fish before heading out, his tail dragging across the sand to make a trail. It was still pretty early since normally he took his time catching the fish. But maybe there'd be something more for him to do.

Heatherwind purred. "I've been alright. I can't wait to see the kits." Kits always interested her. They were so eager to learn and some of them were amazing to watch what they knew naturally. And of course there was always the question of whether they would become a guard or shaman and who their mentor would be.
Normally the La asked the kits where they wanted to be placed the day of their ceremony and would have a mentor in mind for whichever one the kit chose. Some of the older tribemates would even have a friendly competition of guessing who would choose what. It was considered bad luck to go running around declaring what you wanted to be. It kept littermates from choosing the same thing just to be with each other and helped relieve some pressure of the choice. If a guard or shaman continuously got them correct, then it meant they either had great guessing skills or great reading skills of other cats. And they got bragging rights of course.

Heatherwind tilted her head to one side. "Has Talongrasp given you an idea?" With most she-cats, they often had more than one. And they were either big or there was lots of them. "Is there a number you're hoping for or something?" She sat down as well, curling her tail around her paws. They could head out in a while. Keeping Honeyflower company was good after all.

Heatherwind nodded. "And I'm sure they'll be born strong and healthy." She purred. Honeyflower being such a gentle cat, she doubted the she-cat would have chosen a bad mate. Although she did wonder who it was. But then again, so did everyone else in the clan. It seemed Sandcloud included. But the Shamans were normally great since they had the know-how of what to do and all.

(I have about 182 pages to read of a Shakespearean play. Kill me pls xD)

Heatherwind nodded. She always found it amusing that Sandcloud put Honeyflower first. It was pretty cute. Her and (unnamed littermates cuz I don't feel like making them xD) avoided each other. Probably since they all knew a little something they'd rather forget about the others. "Have any preference?" She half expected him to ask the queen what she wanted to eat for breakfast.

Heatherwind rolled her eyes. She gave Honeyflower a short wave with her tail before padding out. "Do you have a preference to where we go?" She tilted her head to one side. She watched as more tribemates woke up and gathered around each other to share morning duties. Some ate first while others hunted first. It was surprisingly peaceful.

(Haha. Sounds good. I'm procrastinating so much tho o-o I really should get this done)

Heatherwind chuckled. "Alrighty then. Whatever Honeyflower likes." She flicked his shoulder with her tail. "But Honeyflower's preferences aside, where would you hunt?" It was nice of him to think of her so much, but to simply say fishing because she liked fish wasn't exactly the smartest move. Other cats could have easily beat them to the water and then there'd be nothing left since it was all scared away. Although it wasn't like she had any better ideas. Just saying the forest wasn't much more.

Heatherwind chuckled. "Alrighty. Let's get going, then." She purred and nudged him before racing into the forest. She was careful not to make a great deal of sound and kept her pace slow enough that she could still listen for prey. But it did help to wake her up, which was always a good thing. Her nose instantly smelled the familiar scent of salt and she couldn't keep the purr from her chest. It really was home-y.

Passing under a palm tree as the ocean came into view, Heatherwind's eyes narrowed. She could see a lizard attempting to sun itself up in the tree. She waved her tail for Sandcloud to stop. Crouching down, she bunched up her muscles. In a powerful leap, she jumped and knocked the lizard down. Dazed, she pounced on top of it and gave it a swift kill. She purred happily.

Heatherwind purred and nodded. "Let's go fishing." Her voice was slightly muffled by the prey in her jaws. She buried it in the sand and headed towards the ocean. She wasn't the best fisher, so she was pleased she'd gotten the lizard. She just simply didn't always have the patience to catch anything. Or she missed her timing and everything got scared off.

(Haha. Nice xD I don't remember a lot from Ghostclan tbh. Just Viozzard. Lol)

Heatherwind giggled. It was pretty funny to see someone get smacked in the face with a fish. "Good catch." She purred. Her tail swayed in the water. "Should we keep going down the beach?" Although she was a fan of fishing, she did like the water. Even if the salt tended to stay in her pelt and make her itchy if it was there for too long.

Heatherwind nodded and continued on the way. Occasionally, she would step harder on the wet sand just to see her paw print appear and then be washed away. Her eyes scanned for any spots with fish. Once they came across some, she paused and waited just as they were supposed to. She wondered what they looked like from the fish's point of view. Did they look weird?

Shellpaw comes to a stop when the trees thin and stop around her. She THINKS the scent is the strongest here, but all she sees is a cliff, the ocean and not a mentor in sight. She furrows her brows and pads forward. "Sloeberry?" she calls hesitantly.
Was it a trick? Was she hiding somewhere to test her?

"Sloeberry come out!"

She eyes the cliff a bit more carefully before her tail shoots straight up behind her. Aha!

"Sloeberry!" There her mentor was, making her way up the cliff! With an excited meow she starts to bolt after her. The grass under her paws gradually disappears into dirt, and she found herself nearly slipping as her excitement caught up to her. Soon enough she slows and comes to a panting halt next to her mentor, "S-sloeberry! I found you!"

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Aspenfur takes slow steps into the den, making sure to keep his head low; he was always terribly tall and it made these dens a bit more of a hassle to go through. He carefully sits and curls his tail over his paws. "Sharkkit is good company," if not a bit chatty at times with all of his questions... and.. a bit indecisive. He had seen the kit spend an entire day deciding where he wanted to play, only for it to be too late for such activities in the end.

"A-ah..that's good to hear..." Talongrasp was usually very calming, but he had seen her lose her temper before. He wished to never be on the receiving end of that. Ever.
"Is there....anything I can do for you in the meantime?" he asks quietly and kneads his paws nervously, "Any stores..need refilling?"

Sageheart glanced towards her and purred. "Ith to see where my pawth take me." He tried to speak slower so his words came out better. He hoped it worked. He enjoyed seeing whether he walked a straight line or not or if he sent zigzag or drifted slowly to one side. It was simply something that amused him. He glanced back. Traveling with another seemed to be keeping him on a straight line.

Sageheart set the pile of fish down. He grabbed one and headed into the Tui den. Since the shamans had their own den to sleep in, the Tui den was probably smaller than most would expect. But it made for a good place for the shamans to treat their tribemates. And any of the more delicate herbs that couldnt be tucked into the vines were kept there. "Everything going well?" He tilted his head to one side.