horseplace waking up // windclan 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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It hits him, as the patrol pads onwards, tat this may well be his last patrol for the foreseeable future - and certainly, the last one he will lead. His sisters presence is a comforting one, even amidst the uncertainty and pain that striding through soot-stained land brings him. The grief is immeasurable as he takes in the sight - their home, tainted by twolegs. It hurts, but still they most press on.

Eyes scan for any sign of life - relieved, bittersweet though it may be, to see that the horseplace remains untouched by the flames. But of course it would be, twolegs would never do half as much damage to their own strange dens as they did to windclans own. " K-keep your senses sharp - the last thing w-we need is to be c-c-caught unawares, " he warns quietly, spine prickling - the loyalists had passed through here recently after all, not to mention the strange divot in the earth the twolegs had left behind, or snakehiss who had gone.... who knows where. Nose twitches, but all his sense can find is ash - leaving lungs heaving with a quiet wheeze.

━ 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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// @nightingalecry @gracklestep @downypaw

 

[gracklestep]

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His strides express such a carefree nature you'd assume Gracklestep had forgotten at all that this land had been ravaged by fire not too long ago. It is scorch-marked, burnt... still barely recovering in baby green shoots of new life... But it is not actively burning anymore, and that's good enough for him. He carefully sizes up their surroundings, wondering if that truly was the end to all their problems. If they were lucky, any of Sootstar's lingering fanatics had been swept up in the flames and would be of no further trouble... but that was just dumb wishful thinking.

"'S probably fine," he offers, not intending to shut down the lead warrior but rather, a reassurance that nothing smells off to his velvety nose. "But," he interrupts, hoping not to be scolded for being too unbothered, "I'll pay attention... promise."​

 

[Sunnyday]

☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
Ever since seeing the flames enveloping the moors the old tom had felt nothing but worry for WindClan who had been at the heart of it. Had they survived? Were they safe? From the safety of the barn all he could do was pray to StarClan that the clan did not meet its end. Even after the flames had died off he had not seen any sign of the WindClanners, and it only served to deepen his worries.

Sunny had set out that day to hunt along the fences where he often found bird nests, a good source of eggs. What he hadn't expected was to catch the scent of WindClanners on the wind. The tom abandoned his hunt in favour of running towards the border, making no attempt to hide his approach as he bounded across the field towards the patrol. "Thank goodness you're alright! I saw the fire and I started to fear the worst."
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