Desertriver
Riverclan Queen
Her amber-green gaze was looking towards the nursery for a moment, biting her inner cheek for a moment before turning around and padding straight to the clearing. Desertriver had just left the nursery so the kits could have their time with Sharkstride since he just came back from his hunting patrol. The golden-black molly had still felt awkward with her former lover, so she decided it was best that Sharkstride would have his own time with Miragekit, Brumekit, Hazekit and Paintedkit while Desertriver would find something else to do within the camp. Desertriver couldn’t deny that she needed some fresh-air, to have some time to herself and clear her thoughts about everything that happened recently within her life.
Going towards the middle of the clearing, the small Maine Coom looked around for a moment before starting to move towards the entrance of the camp to go hunting. It would be a good start, having some time within the territory and fishing. Desertriver had a huge disadvantage, she was still adapting to clan life while juggling a family. One would expect the former Viper turned house cat to easily ease into the wild once more, but Desertriver was only five moons old when she was supposedly ‘killed’ by that badger that stormed Viper’s camp that one fateful night. Looking down at her chest, the big slash mark that the badger had left behind.was merely a memory of her past life. Letting a soft sigh, Desertriver looked forward as she padded forward. It wasn’t until the small golden-black molly bumped into another feline which caused the molly to let out a squeak of surprise It seemed like her presence caught the other feline off guard as well, and the tom let out a growl. Thankfully Desertriver managed to catch herself from completely falling, and she looked to see a large white tom looking back at her. He looked frustrated as well. Her amber-green eyes narrowed slightly at him before waving her feathery tail back and forth in irritation, couldn’t he just watch where he’s going? “Watch it! You’re gonna get both of us hurt.” Desertriver snapped, but moments later the tom let out a frustrated sigh and began using his paws and tail to engage in sign language. The molly’s facial expression had fallen and she shook her head and let out a soft sigh, Desertriver was truly an idiot when she realized who she bumped into It was Snowbound She had seen the large white tom a couple of times within camp when Desertriver and her kits would go to the clearing, the two never interacting. The molly heard that the tom was deaf, but it never stopped him from doing anything and she liked that. Cursing under her breath as she hadn’t been fully good at sign language, it was Mercy who knew it better than her when they were younger. Letting out a soft sigh, she tried remembering a couple of sign words before her paws moved and began to sign “I eat Dirt.” before the molly let out a groan, no that wasn’t it. Desertriver wasn’t even sure if she even signed the correct thing. Thinking carefully, she began signing once more ‘I am Buttlicker.’
It seemed like Desertriver said something, because Snowbound was looking at her in confusion. Stars, she hoped that she didn’t insult him or anything. Hoping that the tom could read lips, the golden-black molly spoke carefully “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.. I should have been careful.” Desertriver said, and it seemed like the tom understood that. - e3ff59
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