"Oh yes!" Oakleaf purred, "Im hungry!"
I didn't see any Warriors RP [Open]
"I'm alright, we had some fish on the way."
He gave her a hard glare, "I dropped my food on the way."
"I know." Finchsong returned the stare, although hers was more indifferent than angry.
"And my rabbit, and rock, and my flower." He muttered, looking down at the ground in sadness.
"When did you get those?"
(Brb shower)
"Alright then, there should be some critters in the rock crevices along the way."
"On are way here." Oakleaf said sadly.
(K, bye)
"You'll live." Finchsong trotted after Lark, keeping watch for prey.
“You’ll live.” Oakleaf mimicked, trotting otter her.
(Sorry guys, I've gotta leave for a job interview soon…)
"What'll I live through? I'd say I'm doing just fine."
He let out a snort, “Females.” He muttered under his breath.
(I’m thinking of making another fanfic and I need ideas for a human, any ideas?)
(Ooooooooooooo lol no but sounds interesting)
"Toms." Finchsong stuck out her tongue and hopped ahead.
“Overly fluffy females that has a big tongue.” He muttered back.
Finchsong flicked his face with her 'overly fluffy' tail. "How do you like it now?"
"Cats who bicker." Lark muttered teasingly. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you two weren't clanmates."
“Uh, still stinks.” He teased, moving out of the way.
(Do you want to name the unknown character then? Anything!)
"We're not. I'm from Riverclan, and he's a Windclanner."
“A super cool Windclanner.” He finished.
"Oh. Okay." Lark scrabbled up a ledge.
"Pfft, he seems to think so. Although I'd like to see him try to swim. Starclan knows I need some amusement in my life."
“I’m a Windclanner, not a Riverclanner, we’re fast runners not swimmers.”
(Fine, I’m calling my character Robin)
(Awww are you naming him/her after meeeeeee?)
"And yet, I'm still fast, hmm? You'd think you'd be able to do both, but…" She sighed dramatically. "Alas, you cannot."
“I don’t what to try.” He remarked smugly.
(Yeeeeeeee, because u failed to make a name)
(Yaaaaay)
"Why's that? Afraid you'll drown? Don't worry, your superior Riverclanner, Finchsong, will help out the poor kit who doesn't know how to swim."
“I don’t like wet fur.” He shaped back, letting out a ‘huff’ he padded away to Lark.
Finchsong rolled her eyes and followed. "What in the name of Starclan do Windclan cats do when it rains?"
He did not respond, just kept waking.
(I'm back!)