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[iciclefang]

The reeds slap wetly against her mottled flanks as Iciclefang leads her small procession toward the water's edge. The roar of the swelling river precedes the gorge; she flicks her blue gaze toward first Ferngill, then Cicadaflight, before addressing Pinepaw specifically: "Careful. The current here is strong."

She inclines her white-streaked face toward the cliff's side, where she can see silhouettes beginning to gather. The scent of wind-blown fur and heather graces her tongue, and she does her best not to grimace. It's only been a moon since Sunstar's lead warrior had led a patrol into their territory to steal their land prey; it's only been a moon since that same warrior fell to her death beneath the crushing waves.

"WindClan," she reports, her eyes narrowing into pale blue slits in her high-boned face. "Remember that scent well, Pinepaw. No doubt you will find it in our territory many times. They can't seem to keep their paws inside their own borders, no matter who leads their Clan." She flicks an ear as though she's shaking away a fly.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: patrol tag: @Pinepaw ⭒ @FERNGILL @CICADAFLIGHT @CRABPAW @CRAGKIT but no need to wait :]
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 26 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] There was still a distaste feeling in going near any type of water, even if he was on a patrol nearing the shared border between Riverclan and Windclan, Lakepaw couldn't resist wriggling his nose and scrunching his face before pausing a few steps away from the others. Bi-color eyes land on the patrol before dipping his head in greeting. It hadn't felt long since Riverclan had helped them during the time when Windclan had been on fire, shorter time when one of their own lost their lives breaking the warrior code, something he too was guilty of even if he was doing what he was told by his mentor.

He shifted to move to stand next to @sparkspirit before deciding to address the group across from them. "All is well in Riverclan?" he asked coolly. Even if the two clans distest each other, it was better to keep things peaceful instead of starting a quarrel, besides whatever was between the groups were because of events that led to it, and currently Lakepaw had no interest to be involved in that quarrel, not when Riverclan had been there and helped them out during such a terrible time, even if he had been barely a kit at the time.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Somewhere beyond the broken lullabies ──┐‎

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  Lakepaw ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
  ⭃ NPC X NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FERNGILL]

Ferngill's jaw had clamped shut - he'd grown noticeably quieter since straying nearer and nearer the gorge. Tangerine stripes twitched nervously, and worry wormed in his throat for who he might see. Any- any of those Windclanners ... they had been on their territory, he told himself. It... it had been an accident, even as his mind screamed murderer.

But he looked at Cragpaw, and felt a little bit alright. Felt for a moment that there was a true reason to tread along this border again, to keep padding forward. "Can we make this one quick?" he murmured quietly to Iciclefang and Cicadaflight both, but when he turned to find his apprentice again, he found a strength within him that materialised into a smile.

Encouragement danced in his eye, but also a verdant sincerity. "Cragpaw- there will be no fooling around on this border, ever." His eye hardened a little, and his ear flicked to the side, hearing the WindClan footsteps. Over thr gorge, niceties were called- bur Ferngill did not have any interest in it, and neither did he think they'd want to have any conversation with him. Guilt crawled through him. "You-" he swallowed, hard, and lowered his voice so that none of the Windclanners would hear. "You never know how easy it is to slip up along the edge of the gorge."​

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Pinepaw had been eager to move on from the oak forest’s border and onto bigger and better things- like the windy moorland. Anything was better than being suffocated by tree roots, or at least looking like you were. Pinepaw plans to heed her mothers warning, ears swiveling towards the roaring sound of white-frothed water over the thicker rivers churning. “Is that the gorge, the sound?” The tortoiseshell prompts as she dips one foreleg into the water after the other, keeping herself firmly planted in the mix of waterlogged shore and pebbles underfoot, and relishing in it’s sweet coolness under the burning sun. Her muzzle turns in either direction, taking in the way the cliffs walls rise and lower, before seeming to disappear entirely in the short distance. How was this border and the border they shared with ThunderClan even in the same world?
The scent that has begun to drift from the opposing side is sweeter than ThunderClans, but strange all the same. Iciclefang notes their wandering paws, and when two wirey-framed cats appear, Pinepaw’s eyes widen, “is it ‘cause they’re so twiggy?” Pinepaw asks Iciclefang, lightly bumping a forepaw to her mentors leg, her question equal measures of earnest and snark she hoped would put a touch of amusement on her kins faces. To her surprise, Ferngill was eerily monotoned, no play in his eyes when he turns to Cragpaw. Her uncles demeanor made Pinepaw somewhat uneasy. To the WindClanner that called out to them, Pinepaw spares a curious glance. Twiggies.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SHEEPPAW]

Sheeppaw bounces ahead of his mentor, he was eager to be on a patrol with his most bestest friend in the whole world! Feeling the breeze brush against his long ivory - touched coat, he makes a halt next to Lakepaw. Throwing a sharp toothy grin at his spotted friend. He turns his gaze at the shared border between Windclan and… Riverclan, he scrunches his muzzle at the incoming figures of the shiny pelted swimmers.

He resists rolling his eyes at Iciclefang's words, he lets scoff escape him. So rude, it's not like we're gonna jump them! He dips his head either way in a greeting at the patrol, sliding his sky - blue gaze at the new faces. New apprentice perhaps? The long - limbed apprentice tilted his head at Pinepaw as he watched the tortoiseshell dip a foreleg in the water. Fish-breathers.

Sheeppaw stares at the Riverclanners for a moment before speaking in a sort of greeting. With a slight undertone of faux curiosity in his words. "Yooo… Riverclan, How's the fish over there?" He greets the fish eaters with a smile on his face. It really hasn't been that long, since Riverclan housed Windclan during the time where the fire roamed the moors. He pelt fluffs up at the memory of the large plumes of smoke in the distance.

He knows he has to make nice to Riverclan, but jeez… couldn't the older warriors lighten up? "So, a border tour hm?" He asks. Flicking an ear while sliding his gaze at the new apprentices. He'd rather NOT be quiet than just be sitting in silence, while talking to his newer neighbors!

SNOOZING IN CLOUDS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD

• ooc. mentor tag! @GRAVELSNAP
• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[slateheart]

Trailing behind Sheeppaw and Gravelsnap with his own apprentice, Slateheart makes a point to keep his gaze forward and avoid setting them upon a familiar fiery-orange pelt that lingers across the gorge. The last time he was at this border, Bluepool had died. It's a wonder he'd been allowed back at all.

" Watch your step, " he warns @Beepaw , perhaps a little too sharply as his nerves peak. His pelt prickles with unease, despite his efforts to keep himself calm and collected. Unlike the other borders, he would not ask his young apprentice what she remembers of RiverClan, or what makes them different, or what she remembers from the Gathering. " This is not the border to mess around on. The gorge's edge is slippery, and it is one of the most dangerous wonders we must border. " He cannot remember a cat who died on the Thunderpath in recent moons, but he can name two that have died at the river and gorge. Slateheart's expression sours at the thought.

SLATEHEART ( he/him )​

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( ooc ) apprentice tag @Beepaw !

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[CRAGPAW]

Cragpaw trots alongside Ferngill, his head held high despite the nerves fluttering in his belly. His very first patrol! Within him there is a mixture of excitement and trepidation. This is what he's been waiting for all his life, but now that he's here, he doesn't quite know what to expect. That scares a tom whose entire world is about thinking ahead. He glances up at Ferngill and cracks a smile; as long as his mentor's here, though, he'll be fine.

The roaring river, churning and relentless, makes the ground tremble beneath his paws. The slate-furred apprentice had heard tales of the gorge's danger, but seeing it up close makes his fur prickle with apprehension. Okay, maybe a little bit of awe, too. As Pinepaw dips her paw into the river, Cragpaw's gold and blue gaze follows her movement, a bit envious of how easily she seemed to take to the rushing current. The strong waves and the rocky shore are a strong contrast to the gentle ripples he's used to in camp - the 'gentle ripples' he'd been swept away in. He leans closer to Ferngill, trying to suppress his anxiety.

When the WindClan apprentices approach, the young tom tries to appear calm, still a bit unsure about how to act around them. The mink tom's polite inquiry and the black and white tom's easy tone draws Cragpaw's attention, and he offers a small, hesitant smile in response to their greetings. They're friendlier than he'd thought they'd be. He turns to Ferngill with wide eyes. "Do we have to patrol this border often?" His voice is a whisper, not wanting the WindClanners to hear. ​

 

[sparkspirit]

The gorge's edge is slippery. He looks at RiverClan — his patrolmates are kind, but his own expression is distant and hard. Maybe they've all decided to move past it, but he remembers. The attack on RiverClan's temporary camp; the near death of his mentor so many moons ago. A warrior's face in front of him. Strangely enough. . . Sparkspirit finds parts of it mirrored in him across this border. His eyes narrow further. He can't quite place the recognition. Was it the shape of their shoulders? The powerful legs fit for strikes that would make his head spin? The warrior's tail flicks. Then it lashes.

Lakepaw is a good apprentice. He is level-headed and studious. He is also far too kind for what the clan deserves. And so the older tom sweeps his tail along the younger feline's flank, guiding him forward. "We're not here for small talk, Lakepaw," he chides, though gently. (A good apprentice. But that doesn't mean that he will never need redirection.) "RiverClan is always well. They're the fattest clan of them all, and lazy because of it." His low, venom-filled voice gets lost somewhere in the roar of the water. At least that is his hope. "Not our friends."

𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐  ･｡ﾟ  🗲  ╱╱ 02.13.2023 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘚𝘈𝘠 ˊˎ＜

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• 🗲　　. 　 ˚　.  SPARKSPIRIT. HE - HIM - HIS. 17 MOON OLD MOOR RUNNER OF WINDCLAN. VERY LOYAL TO HIS CLAN. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ————
  
  
  ——  a trim mock tortoiseshell tom with mostly black fur splashed with the occasional patch orange. he has a singular white mark on the back of his neck shaped similarly to a lightning strike, and a small scar across the bridge of his nose. his eyes are a shocking electric blue.
  

  ✦ ECHOLIGHT x ELMBREEZE. ADOPTED BY YEWBERRY. BRIGHTFAM, BUT SOMEWHAT ESTRANGED DUE TO HIS LOYALTY TO WINDCLAN. ————————

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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 This border is by far Crabpaw’s least favorite. His mother’s tone turns to something different from usual—something more chilly, less familiar. It’s like she truly hates WindClan. And from what he can tell, his mother doesn’t like any of the surrounding clans at all, but she didn’t say this kind of thing when they were at the border with Sunningrocks. She speaks to Pinepaw now, not him, but Crabpaw still hears her words. WindClanners don’t stay on their own territory, she says, but that doesn’t sound very nice. His mother would never lie about something like that, though; he trusts her more than anyone else. She’s a good warrior. The best.

From across the border, a tan WindClanner with slightly mismatched eyes calls out to them. An older cat, probably his mentor, stands just beside him, and the cold look in electric blue eyes makes Crabpaw freeze for a heartbeat. The warrior’s mouth moves, probably saying something to the apprentice, and the ginger-splashed tom frowns. WindClan doesn’t seem very nice at all. Around him, Ferngill says something, but Crabpaw is focusing on the other apprentice across the border. He asks if the fish is good, and Crabpaw hasn’t caught any more fish, but he’s definitely eaten them! "The fish is good! So is the tour!" He smiles at the two WindClan apprentices, even though both their mentors don’t look so happy. Even though it’ll probably make his mom unhappy. Even though he’ll probably have to face them in battle someday, defending his territory. He has to stay positive somehow, doesn’t he? He can’t turn into some beetle-shelled, heartless, no-fun apprentice.

i will sail ˚𓆛˚｡ reach the other side

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• CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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