private bonded pair // resources patrol

[splashdance]

Splashdance would've felt far more anxiety with her first led patrol, if not for the way her waterlogged pelt pulls at her skin, and instead she has discomfort at the forefront of her mind. She thought that her diet would've helped repel all of the water - but she supposes that enough of it will still soak her to her bones. At least she's dried some since they took off from their temporary camp... She takes some advice from the older felines of her patrol, erring away from the river paths and further north once more. A few standing willow trees hold before them, the water only just licking their roots with no immediate sign that it'll get worse.

"I suppose this is a good of a place as any," she murmurs. Moss grows on the trunk of the trees, like normal, and she's learned that the branches of a willow tree are pretty bendy - good for dens. Her ear twitches as she tugs a loose branch from the lapping water, blinking towards it for a second. To the nearest warrior, she asks, "Those dens... they've been there a while. Has it flooded this bad before?" She's heard whisperings of seasons ago, but in her argument with Midnightash, she hadn't been able to discern the details. Curiosity peaks in her chest as she pulls another loose branch from the ground.

[ patrol pings :3 @willowroot @Echopaw~ @LAKEMOON @Graypaw @RAVENDUSK @BLACKPAW ]
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[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. To be on the heels of her former apprentice is, surprisingly, the last thing on Lakemoon's mind as the weary patrol treks around the water-logged wreckage of the wetlands. She keeps Graypaw close at all times, rarely letting the gray-striped apprentice stray more than a tail-length from her. Eaglepaw was gone, fallen through the mother's grasp like water splitting through open claws. Perhaps that's why her leader had the good sense to stick her here, collecting resources instead of tearing apart river paths and shores in search of her son. Disdain dried cracks on her sandpaper tongue.

Lakemoon keeps a careful eye on Splashdance, clearing her throat every now and again as a subtle reminder for her former pupil to watch her step, though the young warrior was doing a fine job at leading her first patrol. When they come to a slow, Lakemoons tail brushes against her apprentices shoulder, "Stay close."

Splashdance's questions draws a tug at the silvery warriors brow bone, and azure hues find Willowroot in particular before she brings herself to answer. "Yes, once. Under Cicadastar's reign, catastrophic would be an understatement." Cats had been swept away back then as well, some drug down to a watery grave. She and Lilybloom had been lucky then. Lakemoon looks away from Willowroot and Splashdance, drifting towards a fallen willow branch that lay half-submerged, half propped against what Lakemoon could only assume used to be its parent tree. "RiverClan always rebuilds, though."

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 33 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ mate to Lilybloom ࿏ mentoring Graypaw
  ⭃ 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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