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Last Seen: May 18 2018, 05:19 AM
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Apr 5 2018, 01:32 AM
In the moons since Stonestar's vigil, Harrierpaw become subtly different. The apprentice had no connection with RiverClan's former leader, aside from at that point the Sight had chosen to manifest in him. Until recently, he hadn't even been entirely aware of it. Months spaced out the intervals between his encounters with cats who ought to have passed on beyond the veil, and he shrugged it off.
The flood of course had changed that.
He couldn't stand to be near the riverswept ruins of RiverClan's old camp. Or even parts of the river itself. When he chose to go out alone, it was always on the far side of the territory, where the woodland met the quiet countryside. That way he avoided the spirits that had died in recent floods.
A dull throb humming vaguely in his temples, Harrierpaw was putting off returning to camp. It was nice and quiet out here. He was walking his usual route, far from the river as possible. He was daydreaming when he came face to face with a cat he'd never seen before.
He paused abruptly, lips curling back over his teeth. "Go away,"
he snarled out at Shatterpaw.
He didn't realize she was a living cat and not a spirit. This happened often -- the Sight didn't allow him to easily discriminate between the dead and the living. Not noticing the two smaller shapes that shadowed her, he tried to push past her, reeling away in surprise when he made physical contact with her.
Awareness dawning, his hazel eyes thinned into slits. "Y-you... you're trespassing." @shatterpaw @nightkit @Moosekit
Mar 12 2018, 04:08 PM
Dark eyes narrowed ever so slightly, Harrierpaw followed carefully in Wildeye's footsteps. Since the floodwaters had engulfed camp, not a single droll comment had passed the tawny youth's lips, leaving him oddly quiet. In fact he hadn't spoken much at all, acquiescing with only a nod when Wildeye had told of him of her plans for training that morning.
As they neared the bridge from ThunderClan's side, he was rapt by the river. The banks were churned into mud and strewn with all sorts of debris, things dragged up from the belly of the river. A ripple unsmoothing the fur along his spine, the young tom let a breath whistle quietly through his nose. It was almost strange that the surrounding woodland seemed the same as usual, the water having already seeped beneath the soil.
He twisted his head to the side, to catch his mentor's one-eyed gaze. "We're going to have to find a new place for camp, aren't we?" he asked the brown and white molly, the first words out of him since they'd left.
Oct 24 2017, 01:16 AM
Harrierpaw had never really properly climbed trees, at least not one as big as this. The ash tree was a huge, sprawling thing, but the plucky young apprentice wasn't one to be deterred. He could see a bird in its branches, and once the idea was in his head it wouldn't leave him alone. So as silently as he could manage, he slipped upward.
He angled his head upward, hazel eyes locked on the black bird singing in the branch above. A few moments later, with a quick hop and the flash of a paw, the apprentice had it in his clutches. His grin couldn't be seen through the black feathers that engulfed his muzzle, but Harrierpaw's eyes were bright. Perhaps this was what he was meant for - prowling after birds in their treetop kingdoms, snatching them out of the sky. Maybe he could even try catch a hawk next time. He was called Harrier
paw after all.
When he started to contemplate climbing down though, the apprentice's bravado faded a bit. If getting up was this easy though, certainly getting down was a piece of cake.
Crouching by base of the branch, he started slowly, stretching down and hooking his claws into the bark. His grip seemed good, so he tried to maneuver his hind legs so they were also against the trunk. As soon as he did though felt his weight shift, suddenly and dangerously; unwittingly, he'd made a fatal mistake trying to go down headfirst. Cats were supposed to go backwards down trees, not the other way around; it was nature and physics, and finally it seemed Harrierpaw's inexperience had gotten the better of him.
His eyes went wide when his claws slid out from under him. A strangled noise worked its way past the bird in his mouth, and his jaws loosened. In a flurry of limbs, he tried to twist back around, grasping for the branch he'd just left. @Lunlun
Oct 17 2017, 06:44 AM
The tabby was a settled on a branch that lay across the river, the water swirling lazily underneath him. Dipping precariously under this weight, the branch creaked with every movement he made. Any responsible cat would've avoided it without a second thought, but Harrierpaw thought it was the perfect spot for fishing. Naturally, he didn't exactly have a reputation for being RiverClan's best or brightest. He was far too busy showing off and skylarking; he had all the time in the world, after all. Doing things the proper way wasn't exactly stylish, and the haughty apprentice didn't care to win anyone's approval (or so he liked to believe).
A fish drifted nearby, its fins gently propelling it through the water. He cocked his head, body slowly turning as he followed its movements, mouth curling with a smirk. Oh, this was the one. It was bigger than anything he'd ever seen on the freshkill pile before - it could probably feed the whole nursery. If he caught that, Stonestar might as well skip this whole apprentice charade and right to making Harrierpaw a warrior.
Waiting until it was right beneath him, he maneuvered carefully into position. When the moment was right, he hooked a paw downward quickly and sharply. The fish thrashed, but his claws sunk deep, and he leveraged it out of the water and into the air. Wide-eyed with glee, he grinned in surprise. He'd caught it!
He only had enough time to wrestle the fish up onto the branch before it unbalanced though, rolling slightly underneath him. One moment he was perched there, his prey snared in his claws, and then he was pitching forward as the branch slid out from under him.
Even though it was summer, the river was still breathtakingly cold when Harrierpaw plunged through the surface. The fish struck him in the face on the way down, before hitting the water and gliding away. The apprentice sunk, fur billowing upward as his momentum carried him down through the water. With clumsy strokes of his paws, he kicked his way back up. Spluttering, he floated there for a moment, ears slicked against his head.
His prize was long gone now, along with his dignity. Hopefully no one had seen him...