private YOU'RE BURNING HIGHER, HIGHER // patrol

[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
THAT EVERYBODY HAS TO TALK TO━​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 21 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Periwinklebreeze gives no time for arguments or questions - for all that snakehiss is far from being on his list of favorite cats, the tom is still far more tolerable than say firefang. Still, after scorchstreaks barked out orders, the tom hardly gives pause - taking only long enough to make sure snakehiss has listened - has heard - before running. As nimble paws carry him across the moors, he can already see the haze of smoke across the skyline - taunting him, he thinks, as it lurks overhead.

He's never been more glad for his light build, for bluepools incessant need to run everywhere during his apprenticeship, than he does now. It takes hardly any time to arrive at their borders, and yet far too long all the same - lungs heaving and heartbeat thumping away so loudly he can hardly hear himself think. Even still, as he crests the hill, he can't help the plea that slips past parted lips, eyes wide.

" Stars, " he chokes out - panic rising in his chest once more as he stills. He'd known twolegs had been scurrying about their borders lately - had unnerved both their own patrols and shadowclans with their presence. But to see it now, with his own eyes as flames lick across the grass and the creatures mill about uncaring - it's horrifying. " fox-dung, " he snaps again, claws sinking into the earth as he cranes his neck - he doesn't want to get to close, doesn't know how fast the wall of flames might move if he does.

" Why? wh-why are they d-doing this? " he asks, this time actually speaking to the black furred tom - though its not as if he expects the former deputy to understand the monsters ways. No, he just... he can't think right now. Head shakes frantically, still struck by a state of disbelief as he all but prays that the other patrols aren't so unlucky. 'What if.... we're trapped,' he thinks, the thought leaving him feeling sick. What had they done that starclan felt the need to punish them so?

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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━H E━H AD━N O━O N E━T H A T━H E━C O U L D━T A L K━T O━

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@SNAKEHISS

 

[SNAKEHISS]

Never before had Snakehiss witnessed a fire on their moors. Smoke only billows from the Horseplace every so often, but it is often much calmer and smaller than this. The lapping of vibrant orange and yellow flames is mesmerizingly beautiful but dangerous; Snakehiss can feel the heat as well as the suffocating ash blowing in the direction of him and his companion.

Periwinklebreeze asks the very question of why, but to Snakehiss, the answer couldn't be any clearer. Why were they all blind to the truth? This was unmistakably a bad omen in Snakehiss' eyes. He has reason to believe Sunstar lied at the core of their ire. "First the sun goes dark, now a fire on our moors... Don't you suppose this seems—" Like a coincidence? Snakehiss has been biting his tongue a lot more than he used to in his youth. He knows that it's the wiser decision to choose his words carefully, especially since Periwinklebreeze sits on Sunstar's council. Snakehiss highly doubts that the leader has gained any trust in him, but he doesn't want to ruin his chances of remaining in WindClan now.

Crouching to keep himself hidden from the twolegs' gazes, Snakehiss wheezes slightly and expels tainted air from his lungs. His throat stings as poisonous fumes envelop the vicinity. "We must leave. I can hardly breathe here." Wolfsong could not reach Highstones at this rate, either. Would they ever receive answers from StarClan, or would the fire destroy everything before they would get the chance?

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  snakehiss
  

  — he/him; moor runner of windclan
  — long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and multiple scars
  — father to violetkit, cricketkit, and privetkit (duskclan)
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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