Riverfrost

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in this year’s gift exchange! As always, your creations were absolutely wonderful and you never fail to blow me away with your talent and creativity! To find your name in...
Okay, so this post is a little later than what I would’ve wanted, but I’ve had a busy week 😛 I’m also a little tired, so, only one cat pic this time 😛 You’re getting plenty from Cadvent, anyway...
The seventh edition of the Blog Monthly is here – written by Lil, fresh off the printing press Hello, everyone!! The Blog Monthly is back and better than ever! I hope you all love this edition, in my opinion it is one...
Sliverthorn argues why Ashfur would’ve been better for Squirrelflight than Brambleclaw.
Claimidy claim!
This will now be LakeClan’s Moorland/pond. MistClan will occasionally attack here. Have fun! 🙂
~Aspeneyes~
Aspeneyes walked next to Applefall, sniffing the air for the scent of the herbs that she needed, or an intruder that would indefinitely attack at even the slightest hint of the medicine cat.
~Applefall~
Sniffed the air, she was occasionally in the medicine den helping aspeneyes out, so she might be able to identify some of the herbs the medicine cat was looking for.
~Aspeneyes~
After looking around the forest for a while, Aspeneyes still couldn’t find any of the herbs that she needed. “We should try to go to the border.” She meows to Applefall. “I remember that there is a good patch of marigold over there.” After seeing the she-cat’s worried expression, Aspeneyes forced a smile. “C’mon! What’s the chance we’ll run into a patrol?”
~Applefall~
“Ok then, BUT we have to turn back the second we smell a patrol” she meowed fearing for the medicine cat
Ottersplash jabbed at the rabbit that she was chasing, the quick swipe immediately killing it. The ginger she-cat picked up the rabbit with her head held high in pride, her pupils shrinking as she realized she was on MarshClan territory. No. Her jaw dropped, the rabbit crunching the leaves under it as she let go. Her smell was spreading across their forest, and her heart lurched in fear. She could smell the scent of many herbs, and the slight scent of cat. She whirled around and trailed back to her Clan’s territory, her ears pinned while she continued, not stopping to look back. *her running left a distant sound of crunching leaves and rustling*
~Coldpaw~
Coldpaws ears pricked, that must be a pretty big battle if I can hear them at the moor! She thought slinking away and into the trees.