Business as usual | Riverclan patrol

[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

After so long away from home -- it felt like ages -- it’s good to be back. So much so that Snakeblink doesn’t even mind border patrol this time: he is only glad to reacquaint himself with the well-known ground of the riverside.

He keeps a close eye on their surroundings, hyper-aware of any sound in case it is a straggler rogue coming for revenge -- and an even closer eye on Beepaw, who he worries about as both an apprentice under his charge (being without her own mentor) and a recently bereaved cat. The overwhelming relief to be back means, at least, that the attention he keeps on the other side of the river is more casual than paranoid: it’s hard to feel overly anxious over Thunderclan presence after fighting at their side.

”Watch out for… carrion,” he murmurs to the rest of the patrol. ”We know Windclan got rid of rogues down the gorge, and Thunderclan may have done the same; keep an eye for anything polluting the water.” Grim as it is, he’d rather not have bodies caught on stones or against half-submerged logs and leaching blood and death in the water.​

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ooc. information.

• Patrol tag: @salmonshade ( & @Moonpaw ) @ROOKFANG ( & @Bumblepaw ) @BEEPAW.
  
• — Snakeblink • he / him. 46 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[Moonbeam]

Moonpaw knew that they had to continue on with business as normal or else nothing would get done, but being out on a patrol so soon after everything felt odd. The only saving grace she felt was that she'd be with her best friend on this patrol, even if things were more grim with how many they had lost in the battle against the rogues and with yellowcough - not to mention the potential dead bodies within the water, as Snakeblink had just pointed out - the white-furred apprentice could only hope that she'd be able to properly help Beepaw to not feel too down, even if the lower mood was warranted.

Maybe later she could talk with Bee, try to help her feel even a tiny bit better if possible, but for now they had to do their job, be apprentices and learn more things as they patrolled the borders - pretend nothing bad had happened the best that they could.

Nose wrinkled as Moonpaw kept her eyes on the water, the fear of a rogue jumping out of it to try and retake the territory clear within her mind, but she tried her best to shake the thought out before she looked over to Snakeblink. "Do the other clans have different places to drink water, doesn't sound too smart to put bodies in their own drinking water." From her small interactions with the other clans she could believe WindClan would be that dumb, but not ThunderClan... at least she hoped not.

☾₊ ⊹ give me a ghost of a smile

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  ⋆ ratkit - ratpaw - moonpaw - moon???
  ⋆ female - she/her - 6 moons
  ⋆ homosexual - not looking
  ⋆ apprentice of riverclan
  ⋆ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ⋆ attack - "speech" - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[BEEFANG]

FIGHT SO DIRTY BUT YOU LOVE SO SWEET — She's put on a patrol without her mentor and she understands that everything was overwhelming and Smokethroat would become busier now than ever so she does not protest. Although, she does grimace at what Snakeblink says about watching out for carrion and her insides churn unpleasantly at the memory of her drowning a rogue alongside Cicadapaw. The presence of Moonpaw alone is enough to comfort her and she can't help but sneak a glance over to Bumblepaw wondering how they would take to being put on their first patrol and they'd potentially see floating, lifeless, and bleeding bodies in the gorge. A part of her feels bitter that the new apprentice only experienced a few minor inconveniences in comparison to the rest of them.

She does her best to shove it down and focuses on Moonpaw once more, she brushes up against her side keeping on a rather tired, stoic expression that shifted into a slight grimace as she looks over to the gorge then to Snakeblink once more. "No, it doesn't. They can't do much about it either since they have no idea how to swim." Dumb drypaws. Beepaw adds with a frown on her maw and briefly lashes her tail behind her, Riverclan would be doing them a massive favor of getting rid of any bodies that they found and if Thunderclan had been dumb enough to contaminate their own water source... Well, they could repay Riverclan with Sunningrocks.

𓆟. ° .• . TALK SO PRETTY BUT YOUR HEART GOT TEETH

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  ❥ 4 moons old
  ❥ riverclan apprentice
  ❥ sexuality unknown; single
  ❥ daughter of cicadastar and smokethroat
  ❥ sister of cicadapaw & starlightpaw
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ easy; still learning how to fight
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[nightbird]

nightbird could just barely catch the discussion across the border. the disposal of bodies was hardly and interesting patrol topic, one she would have more expected from shadowclanners who simply could not refrain from mentioning eating their clanmates at any given moment.

"a river of bodies. how morbid is that," she notes, turning to a nearby clanmate before moving to brush against a stone. but the patrol was not forgotten, she sends them a silvery glance. even a journey to the mountains with riverclanners did little to improve her opinion of them, but a little good will didn't hurt, especially in these times. "i hope your dead body problem is soon resolved, smells awful."

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• NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-seven moons
  ⭃ nightbird is a small black smoke molly with pale silver eyes. a loner turned thunderclanner, her loyalty and drive to provide for her clan is unwavering. however, she is not known for harboring a bleeding heart, instead equipped with sarcastically fueled wit, brutal honesty, and a sharply edged tongue.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ROOKFANG]

THE HERMIT ─── Corpses. Once living and moving bodies that held souls had now left limp puppets of what they once were and he wondered if this would be the way he would go out someday. Death was not...an unfamiliar stranger to him, more like a bitter relative he did not enjoy seeing that would visit and come into his life now and then. Sometimes, it reminded him of his mother's voice within his mind that plagued him during stressful times - which, unfortunately, were currently happening. The heavy lean figure of the dark chocolcate colored warrior followed behind the figures of Snakeblink and Salmonshade while also allowing the other apprentices including his to stay ahead as he preferred to protect from the back. With how the rogues had invaded, his nostrils flared silently with each step he took, new ground meant new risk. His tongue flicked over his protruding fangs as he separated his jaws to inhale the air as they stepped closer towards the border of theirs that mixed with Thunderclan's, Rookfang's throat catching the mixed scents of rogue and Thunderclan. And death. It must have decided to take a visit today then.

He listened to the others converse, his mind not terrified or worried of seeing such morbidity although he would prefer to have Bumblepaw, Beepaw, and Moonpaw see that at their age. His frown deepened at the thought of how the poor youth must be dealing with such an aggressive time at their age, they should be training to fight yes - but not fighting for their lives. The warrior would make sure he showed every possible skill to Bumblepaw if it meant aiding in her chance to survive anything that was thrown their way. Speaking of in their way, in front of them appeared other Thunderclanners, Rookfang's ears swiveled towards Nightbird as she brushed against the nearby stone on their side as he listened to her comment. He knew they all had their own opinions and the journey may have been a temporary bandage on their conflicts but tom did not have the desire to waste breath on much bickering. At least, they weren't those brainless Windclanners. "Quite morbid but a result of what had to be done. How are your sick?" Rookfang replied calmly with a brief curt nod. He knew there wasn't much civility ever left but the last thing, he needed was for the future generations to believe it always had to be this way.​

 

[WILDHEART]

"They're recovering. What of your own?" Wildheart replied as he paused in his prowling in order to look over at the RiverClanners. He wouldn't deny it but he wasn't enamoured with the carrion in the river either, though there was nothing he could do about it. It was simply unfortunate, but ultimately wouldn't overly affect ThunderClan at least. His attention soon drifted away from the neighbours and he returned to scouring the ground for anything that could be brought back to assist with the camp repairs.
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[BUMBLENOSE]

At first, she had been over the moon to join in on a patrol. Having a new mentor and being apprenticed alongside her siblings was a momentous occasion for the small Riverclanner. Yet, as she traveled further ahead, her blood ran cold from Snakeblink's warning. Oh... Yeah. Had they apprenticed her only a few moons prior, Bumblepaw would've been bouncing with joy to be outside of the nursery.

Now as they neared the border all she wanted to do was run back to her siblings and confide in the safety of her parents. Locking out the nonsense of the world around them despite knowing this was supposed to be a staple in her path of warrior hood.

The young molly would be overjoyed if she never had to leave Riverclan camp again. Quietly, the ebony paw' trailed behind the other chattering apprentices, casting momentary glances at Rookfang, ensuring she was on the right path. Once the smell of decay hit, she pointedly averted her yellow gaze away from the river. Bumblepaw had seen enough death for a lifetime and the sooner this patrol was over with, the better.

A sudden call across the waters halted her action, and she stood with her tail drooped to the floor below. Unwilling to talk or join in, she simply cast her gaze to a passing beetle drifting by. Flying lazily as its rounded body struggled to stay upright. I wish I could fly away with you. Her sudden yearning was a mild surprise, but not something she could disagree with.

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

The recent events have broken the tension that used to pull between the Thunder side of the river and theirs, the thread of enmity snapped by their sudden alliance. It makes for a nicer atmosphere on patrol, at least — despite corpses being such a major subject of discussion.

Nicer for some, at least. He glances at Bumblepaw’s anxious demeanor with a slight frown, but ultimately says nothing: she’s not his apprentice.

(He misses Carppaw tremendously. He hopes she’s recovering well.)

”The bodies will soon be ancient history,” he says, agreeing with Rookfang’s comment. Answering the russet warrior’s polite inquiry, he adds, ”And so will yellowcough, now that we have ample lungwort to give to our sick.”

He almost asks after their leader, but the words stick to the back of his teeth. Not out of resentment, but simply because of the sick grief twisting his heart in his chest. Theirs is dead; he could not stomach good news about Howlingstar at the moment.​

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ooc. information.

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• — Snakeblink • he / him. 46 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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