- Oct 17, 2022
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Keep your wits about you.
Buckgait's directive was perhaps more needed than Snakeblink is ready to admit. He's tired and anxious, both feelings feeding on each other and leaving him unbearably on edge. The gorge makes for an impenetrable border, but the ever-present danger of a fall makes him eager to leave it behind; downstream, the ice still coating parts of the river has him feeling oddly exposed to Windclan incursions while standing on the other shore. Really, he'll be glad when they're finished and safe on their way home.
Except what is home, right now? Certainly not their precarious, temporary respite near the gorge. Not the drowned remnants of their previous shelter, either. Nowhere feels safe enough. At this point, though, he'll take anywhere that's safer than here, a fox length away from hostile territory.
That's hoping that no trouble comes from this side of the border instead. Having these two warriors at his back and knowing that they can hold their own (and his!) in a fight is a comfort, but he's seen how Redpath operates. If she gets it in her mind to finish up an old fight, he can only hope Houndsnarl is prepared to stop her before she jumps clean across. He makes up for his unease by meticulous and somewhat pointless scent-marking – it's not like the moor-crawlers have proved particularly respectful of borders in the past.
Stars, this patrol can't be over soon enough.
Buckgait's directive was perhaps more needed than Snakeblink is ready to admit. He's tired and anxious, both feelings feeding on each other and leaving him unbearably on edge. The gorge makes for an impenetrable border, but the ever-present danger of a fall makes him eager to leave it behind; downstream, the ice still coating parts of the river has him feeling oddly exposed to Windclan incursions while standing on the other shore. Really, he'll be glad when they're finished and safe on their way home.
Except what is home, right now? Certainly not their precarious, temporary respite near the gorge. Not the drowned remnants of their previous shelter, either. Nowhere feels safe enough. At this point, though, he'll take anywhere that's safer than here, a fox length away from hostile territory.
That's hoping that no trouble comes from this side of the border instead. Having these two warriors at his back and knowing that they can hold their own (and his!) in a fight is a comfort, but he's seen how Redpath operates. If she gets it in her mind to finish up an old fight, he can only hope Houndsnarl is prepared to stop her before she jumps clean across. He makes up for his unease by meticulous and somewhat pointless scent-marking – it's not like the moor-crawlers have proved particularly respectful of borders in the past.
Stars, this patrol can't be over soon enough.
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ooc: @HOUNDSNARL. @Redpath + obligatory apprentice tag @frogpaw but you're welcome to post before them!
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— Snakeblink • he / him. 37 ☾, riverclan warrior
— a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
— gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo