border BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER ༄ thunderclan dusk patrol

[PLOVERHOP ★]

࿔*:･ﾟ༄　"Right this way!" Ploverhop chirrups, leading the small band of Thunderclanners with their teal held high like a flag. RiverClan's not the worst patrol to be stuck with, at least... And they'll be heading to SkyClan afterwards, which is usually pretty friendly... They can only hope the stealing hasn't put too much of a damper on things. A yawn parts Ploverhop's maw as they sift through languid - they're more of a morning cat, so they'll definitely be crashing once this is done. Just have to get this done first.

They glance back to the other patrol members. "No starting anything, yeah? Just mark the borders and keep it friendly." They don't want a repeat of all that Sunningrocks nonsense from when they were younger. Maybe it's hypocritical to say that in front of Darkthistle... But they're not going to start bickering in front of the other clans, they keep that kind of thing confined to camp. They can only hope he'll do the same.

‎‎┌── PUT DOWN YOUR SWORD AND CROWN ༊ COME LAY WITH ME ON THE GROUND ──┐‎

• @darkthistle @Lightflower
  

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  PLOVERHOP ༊ they / them, warrior of thunderclan, twenty-one moons.
  ➳ a large, black-striped lilac cat with vivid golden-orange eyes.
  ➳ bright and bouncy with a penchant for mischief. rarely seen without a smile.
  ➳ npc x npc; former kittypet.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[willowroot]

( ☾ ) dusk hues slide over the water like flame, river flowing crimson and honey in the setting sun. willowroot's paws pad softly along the pebbled beach, enjoying the musky scent of the river, the deep green smell of vegetation surrounding, and the gentle hum of cicadas that cling to branches and reeds, shuffling their wings together in song. thunderclan's border is peaceful this time of day, the falling sun setting the outline of great oaks and maples ablaze in its light. beyond the river lies sunningrocks, looking as inviting as ever. she remembers the feeling of the warm sandy hued stones beneath her toes, and quietly longs for their comfort once again.

ah well, one day.

movement shuffles the bracken on the other side of the river, and willowroot will glance up from where she is marking the border. a feathery smoke tail raises in the air like a flag in greeting. "good evening, thunderclan," the patrol lead will call, offering a friendly smile to those who linger across the water. she allows herself to bask slightly in the warmth of nightfall, bidding the sun a good rest as it dips behind the trees. verdant eyes flick to the other members of her patrol, observing as they do their work alongside her.

THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

• // apprentice tag @MIDNIGHTPAW "#91A26C"
  
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  WILLOWROOT ☾ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORING MIDNIGHTPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a long-haired black smoke oriental with sage-green eyes. smoky long fur coats the length of willowroot's lithe body, cut through with dark ghost stripes. friendly sage green eyes that narrow in an almond shape, and her muzzle and limbs are thin and long due to her oriental heritage.
  

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[darkthistle]

Was this one of the first times he was patrolling out of camp as a full warrior? The vigil had made his back and neck stiff, but it was at least a break from the heat, sitting under the half-moon. He inhaled, then exhaled slowly, paws following after Ploverhop. Or should he say Everkit One? Everkit Two was luckily not present, but his nose wrinkled when he followed Everkit One out of camp. Ears twitched as they approached the Riverclan border and-

His teeth grit at the sound of Ploverhop's voice. "It's a wonder you even get to lead a patrol. Friendly, with Riverclan?" Darkthistle scoffed. From what he had heard, Riverclan had let kittypets waltz into their clan, not to mention the border issues. Also, what's up with Skyclan and Riverclan getting to have their own little gathering? Darkthistle shouldered past Ploverhop, stepping to the front of the patrol. And just in time, too, a Riverclanner on their own patrol.

"Oh, good evening." Darkthistle called, his tail twitching as he rubbed against a tree on their side. "Another fine evening. How fares Riverclan?" The warrior spoke, pride in his tone, a guise of friendliness covering the urge to mock Riverclan.

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Flame stained paw presses against the dampened earth as she follows along aftee her mentor. Her haunting amber eyes flicking up to peer across the river and towards Sunningrocks. A part of her wonders just when they will take them back. It has to be soon, especially with greenleaf feeding them plenty this time around. Or at least she hopes it is soon. Besides Thunderclan does not deserve the rocks. Her muzzle crinkles in disdain as she suddenly picks up the scent of them and her gaze flicks away. Her tail sways casually, not bothering to look towards them as she steps up beside her mentor. The setting sun casts her form in a fiery halo as she finally allows her gase to ghost across the one that speaks to them. Her head tilts slightly as she hears his tone and how he seems to ooze confidence in his steps. Hmm. Either way she soon loses interest for the peacocking. Her claws stay sheathed and her words have little bit. Most of her focus is more toward becoming a warrior next moon. So she merely allows a small breathy laugh to leave her muzzle.

"Riverclan is well as usual. How about Thunderclan? I'm sure it's much the same during greenleaf." Ambers lock onto Darkthistle then. Curious of the reponse she may be given. Will he be snarky, silly, or maybe something more level headed. She can never tell when it comes to the other clans. ​