BEYOND THE WALL⋆ ─ HUNTING PATROL

[BRIARSONG]

☆⋅⋆ ── her first patrol at the helm, briarsong wouldn't disappoint. if not for her clan, for herself. if she was to gain the influence she wanted, she could not sit idle. her lips curl into a grin as she leads the cats out of camp and to sunningrocks. on a hot day like this, prey would vie for water and shade. they would die for it.

"spread out, then. we'll out-hunt yewflame's patrol, or we'll spend all day out here trying." she hums with a challenging grin, white tail raised with pride. she doesn't spend much longer lingering, disappearing into the shadows of the sun-warmed formation, nose twitching for a scent as she looked between every nook and cranny.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── PRAISE ME FOR MARTYR ⋅☆⋅ PRAISE ME FOR SIN ──┐‎

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• BRIARSONG ✩ she/her, warrior of thunderclan, twelve moons.
  ⭃ a well built solid black longhair with white markings and narrowed yellow eyes.
  ⭃ NPC x NPC / / former apprentice to saffronpounce
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing follows along behind Briarsong, a huff escaping her as the heat of the day begins to get to her. Bugs buzz around her ears, earning a quick shake of her head. It feels wrong to be out here without Fallowpaw, but she knows her apprentice is healing up well every day in Gentlestorm’s den and soon it would be back out here with her, hunting and patrolling. To keep her mind off of it, she focuses instead on Briarsong, noting the young warrior’s confidence as she leads her very first hunting patrol. She had been one of the brats in her apprenticeship, but eh, the tabby tends to let bygones be bygones. Surely she’s grown up?

“You got it,” She beams back at the orders, impressed by her initiative. Tail held high, the warrior confidently strides off in a different direction closer to the river. Maybe, just maybe, a familiar pelt can be seen through the reeds on the other side…but no, she can’t lose focus. Begrudgingly, she tears golden eyes away from the opposite shore and begins to scan the area for any sort of movement. Her gaze picks apart every shadow, knowing very well each one could hide prey. Yewflame’s patrol has no shot against them! ​