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Prince Caspian

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Played by Cara

"Cara has managed to...create a character that is both mythical and life-like. Impulsive, moody, and yet kind and good-hearted, Caspian is just beginning to show the makings of a true leader."
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[Raya Pathstalker]

Forelegs folded so that her chest was pressed to the ground, Raya's face was so close to the surface of the river that her whiskers were sagging with dew-like drops of up-thrown water. Her nose quivered as scaly forms darted by beneath the surface, tracked constantly by her eyes. The aqua tone of the feline's irises, a sign of her intense mindset, mirrored that of the rippling current whose contents she was studying.

Suddenly her haunches, previously poised into the air as her tail swished side-to-side in a predatory manner, tensed and she sprang forward. Diving into the water with a five-foot splash, Raya surfaced about a yard downstream a moment later with a large trout clutched between her powerful jaws. Paddling smugly back to the riverbank, she leapt out and onto dry land. She padded over to a large pile of her catch's brethren and dropped the final flopping and shimmering body amongst the others.

After shaking vigorously to dry herself and sending a fine spray of moisture in a dome all about her, Raya collapsed onto her side next to her meal and began to languorously scarf down fish after fish. All the while, her keen gaze was focused on the camp up the slope from her. So many Old Narnians... it was something she had yet to become fully accustomed to, seeing such an open congregation of her kind. Yet it was Caspian and the few other humans who came and went who caught the greatest focus of the Tigress's sight. Her eyes, flashing back to azure just as they had cooled off to pale emerald, narrowed as Raya bit particularly viciously through the spine of one trout.

[Swiftshadow]

Swiftshadow was having a good day.  The sun was out, her archery practice this morning had gone so smoothly that she ended it early, and she now had nothing to do.  A day as beautiful as this was meant to be explored, so Swiftshadow left camp and began making her way down the river at a lazy canter.  It felt good to stretch her legs, after giving her upper body a workout with the bow.  It was also nice to relax, something the centauress rarely let herself do, for the Narnians were nowhere near ready to face the Telmarines, who could attack at any time.

Not too long after Swiftshadow left camp, she came upon a fishing Tigress.  She paused as the Animal pounced on fish after fish, admiring the hunter’s grace and skill.  Swiftshadow ate no meat herself, but did not condemn those who did, so long as they only ate non-Talking animals.  Aslan had created all creatures differently, after all. And this close to the camp, the Tigress must be part of the Narnian army, which could certainly use her speed and strength. 

Swiftshadow watched in silence as the Tigress finished fishing.  When she settled down to eat, staring at camp, and thus the centauress, Swiftshadow decided it was only polite to speak.  “Enjoying your meal?” she called out in a friendly manner, as she made her way closer to the other creature.

((Blargh. Sorry it’s not better!))

[Reepicheep]

Reepicheep grunted and thrust the tiny oar into raging river, attempting to paddle the tiny coracle which he currently inhabited upstream.  All right, it wasn’t actually a river complete with cataracts and wild rapids, but that was what the stream seemed like to him.  His tiny arms worked furiously to paddle the coracle, his paws gripping tightly to the sole oar with which he intended to propel himself upstream.  He had no real fear of drowning, which was good, because there was probably a risk of it out here.  As far as he knew, he was alone, and if he were to capsize the coracle, no one would notice him if he were to drown.  But the challenge was a good one; it made him stronger, and the more aware of the need for self-dependency.

Self dependency.  He had needed it more and more lately.  It seemed that all of his friends were turning against him.  So that, too, was an exaggeration.  But all the same he was hurt by the way Caspian had been treating him.  First the insulted Mouse had been all-but-abandoned by the Prince during the time that a Telmarine was visiting, and once the man had left, Reepicheep was sent to retrieve him – after learning that the man’s party had committed the dastardly deed of murder!  It was shocking!  Then, Reepicheep had, once again, nearly been ignored (though Caspian had recognized him at one or two moments in the meeting, and, he might add, at moments of significance, when the Mouse had said something he considered particularly important).  Some of his anger at this mistreatment was used in rowing, anger well employed.

He had not had the chance for some time now to spend time to himself.  His dream of sailing the eastern sea had all but died with the threat of the seafaring Telmarines taking over Narnia, for now it was to be war upon them, as Reepicheep justly encouraged.  But still it lingered in the back of his mind, along with the dream which the Dryad had whispered to him when he was an infant.  This plan had not been forgotten, only postponed.  But in every spare moment he had which he had not devoted solely to the cause of war, he had to prepare himself for whatever came after, if he were to come out of the war alive.  He desired to find his deepest desire, whatever it was; all he knew was that it lay at the edge of the ocean, and that he had to find it.

As he paddled, at one point he saw that he was not, after all, alone in the river: there was a giant and graceful Cat leaping about in the river.  Perhaps she was after pavender, which were a simple, non-evasive creature, easy to catch and prepare for food.  However, he could only hope that she would not mistake him for one, but it would be nearly impossible, seeing as how he was most certainly not rainbow in color and was occupying a boat.  Just to be safe, he endeavored to steer his vessel to shore, towards the side closest to camp so he would not have to cross the stream again.  Allowing himself a moment to catch his breath, he dragged his precious coracle ashore before going to greet the giant Cat. “Ho there, Tigress,” he called, recognizing from her size that the other Narnian was a she.  It was then that he noticed another Narnian, a rather familiar one.  Eyeing her curiously, he added, “Ho there, Centauress.”

((ooc: Hope it’s okay that I join!  I couldn’t help but think of Stuart Little’s “Little Hey/Little Ho” whatever-it-is when I wrote that last part.  Hurrah for talking Mice!))