Bad Day (Open)

[•Hawkeh•]

Brackendrop padded to the side of the river. The deputy of RiverClan was at a low point in his life. The tom had just finished telling the truth to his son that he was related to a WindClan warrior, the leader of RougeClan, AND that he was Half-Clan. Why is StarClan doing this to me? he asked aloud, unaware of his surroundings. The deputy looked down in the river, his eyes full of something. He watched the fish swim by, not willing to strech out a bracken-colored paw to catch one of the many that drifted with the soft greenleaf current.

[•Frostpool•]

Riverstripe walked light on her paws. Her jet-black pelt was silky as the sun caught it. A brown stripe streamed down her head to her tail tip. She looked up from the ground where she had smelled vole. There was her mate, Brackendrop, the RiverClan deputy. Riverstripe smiled and came to his side. Looking into the river. "Hey Brackendrop." She purred softly. Her tail brushing his. She thingyed her head to the side. Brackendrop didn't look right, somewhat upset. "Are you alright?" She asked caringly.