wc rebels carousel of roses // herb patrol

[cottonsprig]

[ @SUNSTRIDE @SCORCHPAW @Margot <3
just to make this a little interesting, there are horses outside rn and they're wearing all of their stay-warm gear :3c ]

Cottonfang keeps her eyes forward as she leads her patrol. It is not her first, and hopefully if proven it will not be her last - however being saddled with Sunstride and his apprentice, Scorchpaw, does not ease her addled mind whatsoever. One is her perceived leader, with all the bits and bobs but lacking the lives. The other is the daughter of her former mentor, a woman so clearly holding disdain for the grey she-cat - and the medicine cat isn't sure if her daughter feels the same. She almost revels in Margot's company, the only cat she does not know, for the loner must not know her all too well either (right?)

Her ear twitches as she skirts her gaze towards her patrolmates, "I'm not too sure what we'll be able to find out here -" she starts, clicking her teeth together for a second, "- and the snow doesn't help much but... if you spot any foliage still up and about, just let me know!" Her cheery attitude finds itself again, however not without its dampened edges. Blue eyes flick back forwards, just in time to see a massive beast leave one of the sparse buildings. It had unnatural drapings, and the scene in itself caused Cottonfang to grimace. "Um... maybe don't get too close to that," whatever it is.​

 

[SUNSTAR]

He remembers– something so distant, so old. He does not know how else to describe it as he looks upon the tall, bare legs of the twolegs' favored beast, and finds the same pattern that had thrown him so many moons ago. Cottonpaw is speaking something nearby, a cheerful tone, but Sunstride has become a ghost of himself where he stands. He hears nothing but his own beating heart. The ground is kind beneath his paws again, lush green and beating hearts. Wolfsong is laughing. A sound without the weight of all that they had become. A harpy's song from where he was thrown, looking up to see wheaten fur haloed in sun from his untouchable perch: still upon the beast's back. He had held on admirably, but his friend's keen eye had never failed him. Distant to himself, the cat that he is now huffs a quiet laugh as he returns to himself.

"I do not trust this," he says regardless, pale gaze narrowing upon those broad, stone-like paws. "She is right. Keep your distance from where they step. One strike could crush your skull." That is the only warning that Scorchpaw gets before he flicks his tail, urging her to her own search as he slowly begins his own.

𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  ╱╱ 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 〚 11.22.2023 〛 —————«

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  SUNSTRIDE. WINDCLAN DEPUTY & MOOR RUNNER.
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, LONERS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING SCORCHPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ LARGE CHOCOLATE ROSETTE TABBY, ICY EYES.

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