Keeping the Clans Alive {An Advanced Warriors RP} discussion

{Roleplay}
The shore of the lake, which often rises after there is a large amount of rain.

Cherrypaw had decided to search for supplies at the lake shore, the marsh was one of her least favorite spots due to the way it made your pelt smell and feel. She glanced over her shoulder, wondering if any of the other apprentices had decided to join her here. It doesn't matter. As long as you bring some stuff back you'll get praised for it, she thought to herself with a slight of huff.

Weaselpelt stood as still as he could, his sharp gaze staying hard on the shimmering water of the lake, enjoying the feeling of cold water lapping up against his paws and legs. He was glad he was the cat who gotten selected for RiverClan, because hunting in RiverClan didn't require much hearing. You just had to have good eyes... and Weaselpelt's were very strong. He waited and waited... until finally, he saw it. A huge silver fish was wading towards him, the creature more focused on picking up some invisible bugs on top of the surface than on him. With a quick flick of his paw, Weaselpelt hooked his claws underneath its gill and dragged it up onto land, killing it with a satisfactory bite.

Palefrost stood further down the shoreline, wading in until the water was softly rushing through his belly fur. Alright. Weaselpelt is a nice enough tom, but he's Half-Clan. So catch more than him, he thought to himself as he gazed into the water. He purred as he snatched a fish from the water with a quick jab of his paw. "Nice one Palefrost," he muttered to himself, casting a quick gaze around to make sure Weaselpelt hadn't happened to hear him.

Cherrypaw padded along the shore, picking up reeds and moss along her way. She spotted Weaselpelt and Palefrost hunting, knowing to steer clear of Palefrost because of his negative attitude. He'd probably chew her ears off if she were to go up and talk to him. Maybe Weaselpelt will be nice, she thought as she dropped all the things she gathered to the ground. "Hey Weaselpelt," she called out, hoping her pelt hadn't gotten too ruffled from all her searching and scrounging for moss and reeds.

Weaselpelt looked up at his name and smiled when he saw Cherrypaw, "Hello there, how are you? Did you explore the river while you were on patrol... not that I look much better." He glanced down at his wet pelt, "Palefrost and I are just catching fish... as you can see, he caught one as well. Good job!" He called out the last part, hoping Palefrost heard him.

Pale frost glanced over Weaselpelt, rolling his eyes when he spotted the tom talking with Cherrypaw. Someone needs to keep an eye on that she-cat, he thought. He'd lost track of the amount of times Cherrypaw had somehow convinced a tom in the clan to do her dirty work. Palefrost flicked his paw into the water, another fish's future sealed. He heard Weaselpelt's call, flicking his tail to the tom in response, not seeing a need to respond with words.

Cherrypaw glanced down at her pelt at Weaselpelt's comment, flicking her tail with embarrassment as she saw how disheveled it was. "Iceshade sent some of us apprentices out to gather reeds and moss for the nursery," she explained to him. "Were you forced to go on patrol with Palefrost?" she teased with a mischievous gaze, "I don't know of anyone that would voluntary join him."

"Don't worry, Cherrypaw. I was an apprentice once and I know about all the dirty work that they make you do at that age. It's supposed to build character, I guess, but honestly I think the older cats needed a convenient excuse to get done. Once you are a warrior, you won't have to worry too much about doing the dirty work." Licking his chest, he said, "Nah, he asked me and I went. He was polite enough not to refer to me as Half-Clan or Deaf like some of the others so I had no qualms about it." He mrrowed with laughter. "You got to take what you can get."

Looking at Palefrost he mewed, "I don't think he is as bad as some cats make him out to be ... just a bit grumpy and too loyal at times. However, that may be my bias speaking. I've known him forever..." Deciding to go back to his joking ways he said, "Doesn't mean he shouldn't learn how to become less of a grump. I swear, he puts most of the elders to shame with his grumbling!"

Cherrypaw's pelt warmed with Weaselpelt's words, quickly giving her fur a couple quick licks in hopes that she'd look a little better. "I can't wait until I no longer have to get all dirty. Not that I don't want to help my clan, or take care of my clanmates. But I prefer to keep my pelt looking nice," she explained as she wrapped her tail around her paws. "You have to give yourself more credit. You're not that bad," she purred, giving his ear a flick with her tail. Her eyes turned to Palefrost, rolling her eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh, "You're too nice," she purred before laughing at his comment about the elders.

"I understand. I think other than the excitement of actually getting my warrior name, I was most thrilled by the fact that I didn't have to put mouse bile on the elders' ticks anymore." Weaselpelt said, scanning his eyes once more on the water, paws poised. At Cherrypaw's words, he meowed, "Thanks. That actually does mean a lot. Not many cats share that opinion though." When she mentioned Palefrost, he looked at her and said, "There are always going to be cats we never truly get along with, but when you get older, you'll learn not all of them are all bad. Palefrost is the same. RiverClan should be proud to have a cat as loyal as him among its ranks."

He swiped the water again and picked up a considerably smaller fish, giving it the killing bite, "Not as big as the first one, but it should do."