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Oceantides!

RiverClan

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Feb 24 2018, 09:02 PM
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When Oceantides had been a kit, she'd declared to her littermates that she would never, ever fall in love with a guy. She was going to be leader, see, and then she'd ban all guys and rule a strong female-only clan. When she'd become an apprentice, she'd decided pretty quickly she didn't want to be leader, and also realised that a female-only clan was unrealistic. It wasn't until she was a warrior that she'd hopelessly given up on not having any men in her life. Which was, funnily enough, how she'd ended up with three kits here in the present.
She loved them, each and every one of them, with a ferocity rivaling any kind she'd ever felt before. She never wanted harm to come to them, which she supposed was why she kept such a close eye on them. When she wasn't escaping onto the territory herself, of course. Two months old and already half the size of an apprentice, she almost worried that they'd be taller than her by the time they became apprentices themselves, but then she supposed that was the trouble with the two biggest cats in the clan having kids. At least it made it easy to find them when they got into trouble, or tried to anyways.
For the moment, they were supposed to be taking a nap while she was outside getting some fresh air. The camp was fairly quiet, as most of the patrols had disappeared after sunhigh. That left only a slightly chilled, overcast camp dampened by the morning drizzle. Glad to have the camp more or less to herself, she padded over to the freshkill pile, clawing through it even though she wasn't really all that hungry. There were a couple of minnows, doubtlessly from fishing practice with newer apprentices, and a vole that looked like it had been through a Twoleg Monster and then some. Nothing really appealed to her, but despite that she still searched through the meager remaining pile for something that might.
Feb 24 2018, 08:37 PM
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Oceantides hated being out on the territory. Despised it, really. All it really was was brambles and burrs pulling on her fur, or worse sticking into her fur so she'd have to get them all out later. She would be down by the river, hunting, except apparently it was 'flooded' and 'too dangerous to go in' so now she was out hunting on the territory, which wasn't exactly suited for a large, longhaired tabby. And that's what she was going to blame her complete lack of prey on, rather than what might be any fault of her own.
The queen - warrior, as she maintained it - found a welcome break towards the edge of the territory, the small sliver of land before the gorge dropped into a steep, steep fall. a wooden twoleg contraption crossed the gorge, the only path towards Windclan. A patrol would be by - or perhaps already had been by - shortly, given the position of the sun above her. Not wanting to be caught by Hollowstar, who would doubtlessly only order her back into camp, she turned away from the bridge towards camp again. Maybe she could find one of those dratted furry things on the way back so this day wasn't a complete waste.
Feb 24 2018, 07:59 PM
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Oceantides had a complicated relationship with Starclan. She didn't doubt in their existence. After all, she had been to the moonstone, one of the rites of passage for a warrior. She had seen their power in action at the former Fourtrees. But she'd also watched the loss of leader after leader, the loss of warrior after warrior at the paws of the river that was their lifeline, their ancestors' lifelines. And the constant Twoleg incursions on their land. After all that, could she really believe that they still cared about Riverclan? She was more willing to believe they were cursed, especially with the recent happenings in the clan. She was also more than willing to guess why they were cursed.

But curses beside, Oceantides had always had a fascination with watching the lights of their fallen ancestors. She had ever since she was a kit, really. Back then, she'd always hoped that she'd be a great warrior, that she'd prove she was as much a Riverclan warrior as anyone else. Now, part of her did it out of sentimentality. But still another part of her did it because she hoped that maybe they'd listen to her pleas. They hadn't before, and they probably wouldn't ever. But it was sometimes nice to pretend.

The kits were asleep in their nest - she hoped - leaving her free to do what she wanted. With the ban on going basically anywhere, she didn't see much need to sleep at night, when she didn't have anything to do in the morning. And it was nice to get away from the kits occasionally. Nice to get away from everyone, really. Night was when everyone was sleeping, and so obviously no one would disturb her and she could watch the twinkling of the night sky by herself. Right?
Feb 11 2018, 06:22 PM
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Oceantides was furious.
No, not just furious. Oceantides was livid. She couldn't believe the unfairness of the situation. Not only had she been trapped in camp for months, but now when she finally was allowed to escape, she was assigned a guard. A guard! And the worst part was that this was clearly an attempt to get her to like that dratted bat-eared mutant freak. Or, as Hollow wanted her to address him, Burnout, the deputy of warfare.
She was storming down the bank of the river, where there weren't any thorny bushes to snag on her tail, which was lashing as though she was trying to get it to fly off. She was half tempted to turn around and kill him, though she knew that was probably a bad idea. She could just ignore him, as it wasn't as if he could do anything to stop her in particular. But if he tried to get her to do something stupid like not fish, then he'd probably go 'missing' for a while. The thought made her whiskers curl ever so slightly in wicked pleasure, not that she'd let Burn notice that. Yet. She'd just let him get a whiskerfull of angry fluffy tail fur in his face in the meantime.
Dec 25 2017, 07:08 PM
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It was no secret to anyone in Riverclan of the love (if it could be called that) between Pirategold and Oceantides. Just like it was no secret who the father of Ocean's kits were. And it was also no secret that their kits, looked towards with no slight amount of apprehension, had arrived during the night. The loud screeching emanating from the nursery had made sure that every warrior, apprentice, and kit in camp knew that they were here.
The dawn was now creeping up on the snow-laden camp, long rays likely finding their way to grumpy felines that had had barely an hour's rest, no thanks to Oceantides. It was now relatively quiet, at least from the nursery, where Oceantides' large frame lay surprisingly still. She was far too exhausted to try and move at this point, a likely welcome change from her constant attempts to escape. Curled up at her white fluffy belly were three kits, each bearing the bobbed tails of their father but the bright white splashes of their mother. Two females and one male, all perfectly adorable in Ocean's eyes.
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