ANYTHING BUT | skyclan border patrol

[Orangestar]

ORANGEBLOSSOM — tags​

OOC: slightly retro thread-- this was set before the leaders' meeting but I did not have time to get it up until now<3
@eveningpaw @APPLE STEM @MALLOWLARK @DAWNGLARE @Fireflypaw but no need to wait!

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Though she would never admit it, Orangeblossom tends to avoid patrolling along the river where she's able. Though Beesong long since hunts with StarClan, Apricotflower has never returned home. Having seen the way Cicadastar reacted to Robinpaw requesting to leave for fear of being ostracised, the deputy wonders if that's why. Or maybe she just never cared.

The thought forces a gruff noise through her nose, a rough harrumph that immediately reminds her of Slate and then of Dawnglare in some strange pathway of association. Brown eyes track sideways to the medicine cat, padding along with Fireflypaw at his shoulder and Mallowlark at his side. Maybe they'd have luck finding something. Apple Stem is somewhere to Orangeblossom's own left, rustling along among the sparse brushels and chatting to Eveningpaw, but for a moment Orangeblossom's attention is stolen by the sun peeking above the horizon and setting them all awash in a golden glow.

A lilting voice reaches her ears in a prodding question. Orangeblossom blinks, squinting against the sun towards the cat who had asked. "What was that?"

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[Fireflyglow]

Fireflypaw wisps his tail against his mentor's side as they arrive at the border, nose sniffing a particularly foul-scented weed in the ground with a scrunched muzzle. His paws pat at the weed, claws unsheathing to rip the plant from the ground halfhazardly. Orangeblossom's words catch his attention- standing to attention, Fireflypaw fluffs his fur out. Was this going to be a trick, or something? "What- what's going on?" He asks cautiously, not wanting to show that he was indeed frightened by the suddenness of her words.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 13 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[coyotecreek]

( ★ ) he finds himself often pacing the very outskirts of riverclan territory. it's instinct, similar to when he would pace the outer corners of the barn, or slip through the wheat fields to the sharp silver borders of the farm itself. he's assigned himself the duty of forever guard because right now, it's hard to be in camp. kittens scuttle about, queens lounge sleepily outside the nursery. every time there's a new litter in riverclan, coyotecreek feels his heart hurt more, because it could've been wolf's howl. he tries to keep these thoughts out of his head, but they creep in nonetheless. so, he keeps to the borders. he keeps to his job.

the man shuffles through the reeds, letting the familiar feeling of close growing foliage comb through his pelt as he shakes off his memories. vocals grow louder upon the air as he approaches the skyclan border, where a patrol mingles and marks their territory. coyotecreek is quite uncertain where riverclan now stands with skyclan in terms of friendliness- he's never been able to keep up with politics, so he plasters a kind but guarded smile on his face. "greetings," he'll call to the patrol, dual-hued eyes flicking between its members, slowly connecting each face to the allegiances in his head. orangeblossom heads the patrol, although she looks rather distracted. behind her, dawnglare and his apprentice snuffle about. three other cats bring up the rear, cats he knows he's seen before but cannot remember the names of. "how fairs skyclan?" the riverclanner asks, voice even and cordial.​

 

[salmonshade]

Salmon is not long after Coyotecreek, though on a completely different patrol. She leads her white-coated apprentice through familiar lands, parting reeds like a snake as she prowls to move behind the tom. It's a Skyclan patrol and blue eyes flicker down to her apprentice, gauging her reaction. With time, the anger from the Skyclan betrayal had lessened, because Riverclan doesn't need house cats to win back some stupid rocks- She takes a deep breath. She finds herself in a sour mood today, anyways, but she grits her teeth and keeps her face flat. "You know some of these cats. I'll greet one, but tell me if you remember some of the others." Salmon dips her head to her apprentice, deciding to turn this in to a memory game. She won't fault Ratpaw if she doesn't remember. Salmon doesn't care much to remember either.

"Orangeblossom, hello." she jerks her head to the patrol, her tone as friendly as she can make it (which to be fair, isn't much). Coyotecreek fills the awkward silence that hangs between the two Clans. Salmonshade recognizes the deputy and her little apprentice from when they had returned Robinpaw. She also recognizes the medicine cats, but not the other two. She just slightly sniffs, concealing restless paws by flicking her tail back and forth. She just wants to go home.

₊˚.༄ info

• @Ratpaw
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  -> salmon ,, salmonshade
  -> cis female ,, she/her ,, 30 months
  -> warrior of riverclan ,, former marsh grouper
  -> fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with low white and blue eyes
  -> “speech, ff91a4” ,, thoughts
  -> lesbian ,, single
  -> smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  -> chibi by pin
  

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[MALLOWLARK]

It was odd, nowadays, to face Riverclanners as allies rather than sworn enemies. The fish-cats and the moor-runners were constantly balking and barking at each other, so much so that Mallowlark was surprised they didn't heave for breath at every opportunity. He trotted rather happily alongside his mate, silver eyes vaguely tracking the search for herbs but clearly more invested in the cat that he stood beside. He still refused to let Dawnglare deal with Yellowcough alone- it was his purpose, wasn't it, to help those he loved. To bring them all the positivity that made you glow like the sun.

Content in his spot, he did not stride toward the Riverclanners as they approached- but he grinned all the same, as wide and fang-toothed as ever, a curve that didn't crease his eyes. Oh, for it was polite to keep eye contact! And smile as brilliantly as you could, shine as brightly as you could possibly fathom. "We're coping," he chimed, gaze briefly flickering over to Dawnglare. Nervousness skittered from pelt to pelt like fleas in times like this. Best not to give too much away.​

☺PENNED BY PIN​

 

[► Sneezefur.]

𖤓​⚘ KISS IT ALL BETTER I'M NOT READY TO GO ⚘𖤓​

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sneezefur & 30 moons & demi-boy & he/they & riverclan warrior ​

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Sneezefur is a silent presence within his patrol, trailing along with a blink of wide seafoam eyes. Of course, he's always silent - it's simply something riverclan has been forced to grow used to. So while salmonshade and coyotecreek speak to the skyclanners, he only offers a nod in greeting before continuing on with the purpose of this patrol. He makes sure to keep the group in the corner of his eye though - just in case.

— stay with me until i fall asleep, stay with me 𖤓

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  tw/cw: —
  
• 
  — a stick figure feline, all sharp lines and awkward angles, sneezefur's body bears the story of a harsh life on the twolegplace streets. his mostly white pelt is littered in scars, leaving him looking rather unpleasant to most. the one exception is shockingly bright seafoam gaze, long-lashed and angular, shining like gemstones upon his face. he's never once said a word to his clanmates, his vocabulary seemingly limited to quiet hums and grunts, but some swear they've heard him talking when alone.
  
  — physically medium && mentally medium
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#50c878]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[APPLEFROST]

RiverClan's border had greeted her that morning once again, much to Apple Stem's enjoyment. Their alliance with RiverClan had become a rather normal acceptance now, regarding the silky coated cats with pleasantries and respect. In comparison to their other bordering neighbors, she would prefer this route on her patrols over any other, and perhaps Orangeblossom had figured that out. Her paws had trekked this area more frequently than usual.

"-and that's why you'll never find nettles in my nest." She finished her lengthy explanation of unimportant preferences to Eveningpaw as they approached closer to the border. A voice took her sister's attention, and she turned to the cats that approached. They had been so kind the last time she saw them, offering condolences on behalf of Tullulahwing. She noticed neither her niece or sister were present, though. A shame.

"Hello, all you Riverborn! Has my kin been doing well now that she's returned home?" Apple Stem had heard upon Ora's return how prickly the situation had made Cicadastar. She hoped at the very least after whatever grueling chores they put her through, she would find her place in her home. ​