Little bits of writing!

Quick info blurb! 

Batslink- A reserved, quiet, tom, originating from Coveclan where he left as an apprentice. Lives in Rootclan, where there are endless mangroves. Fastest mangrove hopper. (My personal favorite!)  

Goldcrest- A bouncy, energetic tom. Sister of Sparrowbow, who he was born with in Rootclan. (Though their mother, Blackspray, was a rogue, their father a dark forest cat.) Biggest, but a gentle giant. Loves dad jokes! 

Saltspray- A sassy, loud, she-cat. Often loving to play fight with Sparrowbow. Escaped with Batslink from Coveclan, but they are not related in any way. Oldest of the group, but arguably the least sensible. 

Sparrowbow- A daring she-cat with a can-do attitude. Born in Rootclan with her brother, Goldcrest. Mute, but is smart and good with signing. Shows love with pranks and teasing! (She-cats rule philosophy)

~ Story time!~ 

Saltspray pads across the moist soil, feeling the small grasses of spring poke up through the marsh's mud. Spindly trees rise from the muck, thin branches reach for the wispy clouds. Sparrowbow trots beside her, tail curling happily. The toms are there too, though chatting mostly amongst themselves.

Batslink's head pokes forward, now visible from behind Goldcrest's muscled build. His jet-black fur shimmers in the uninterrupted sunlight. His smile is toothy, a little snaggle tooth hanging from his jaws. Sparrowbow blinks slowly in his direction. Her eyes scan the little group, all of them, together for once. She and Goldcrest had convinced Gullthroat to put them on patrol together; of course they wouldn't goof off. They'd been warriors for two whole moons. Of course they'd be serious.

Batslink's eyes flutter to the sky, to a thin carpet of layered clouds. "It looks like you, Sparrowbow." Sparrowbow looks to the same clouds. And it does. The wispy, nearly disconnected tail. A little dip in the puff for legs and stomach. The gray tint, not nearly dark enough to be Sparrowbow's fur, but close enough. Sparrowbow smiles.

"I guess so," she nods, whiskers twitching in amusement. Saltspray snorts, tail flicking to a slight raise in land.

"Batslink can see the clouds better there," she explains, leaving Sparrowbow's side to bound towards the pile of mud. Batslink perks up, shooting towards Saltspray with surprising speed, forcing Sparrowbow and Goldcrest to follow. They all are a blur of black, orange, white, and tan fur. The muddy hill slopes upward, still wet from the previous rain. Sparrowbow will have to groom later.

The gray and black she-cat flops into a loaf-like position, fore legs out. Saltspray grins briefly at Sparrowbow, sharp canines on full display. And then she flops down onto the she-cat's outstretched paws, as if it was an invitation. Instantly, Goldcrest's snickers turn into full blown booming laughter. Sparrowbow is only partly amused.

"Move."

The word is signed with the tail, which is the only reason Sparrowbow doesn't use much more offensive language. Saltspray sees the sign, judging by her snicker, but doesn't move more than shuffling to get comfortable. Batslink frowns.

"We'll never get to the Stone Pillars if you two keep it up," he warns, tail flicking back and forth. He isn't upset though, it is clear. Batslink is terrible at hiding his amusement. It is evident in the up-turned corners of his mouth. Goldcrest fakes a breathy huff.

"Just let it go," he says heartfully, giving Batslink a quick lick to the ear. Batslink glowers at the tom, whiskers twitching in what could be amusement or anger. It could go both ways, but one outcome is much more likely.

Sparrowbow struggles to pull her paws from under Saltspray's muscled build, but quickly turns to plan two. Malice.

With quick precision, Sparrowbow leans forward and parts her jaws. Saltspray can barely blink before sharp teeth sink into her scruff. It doesn't hurt much, but the very shock of it makes Saltspray squeak like a marsh rat. She scampers off of Sparrowbow's paws, but doesn't care to end the fight. In only a moment, the two are wrestling in the mud. Saltspray's pristine calico fur is positively stained a deep brown from the muck. Batslink is sad to see the beautiful tan and white color leave.