border CHROMAKOPIA &. return

[QUIETSTREAM.]

SILENCE BEFORE THE STORM​

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they disappeared a long time ago. they didn't mean to, it was supposed to be a simple patrol but nothing was ever simple, was it? because before they knew it they were trapped with no where to go, unable to escape, in spite of many attempts. it isn't until the twoleg that's kept them around manages to leave the door open just enough for them to run off, and stars did they run. they honestly lost track of how long they've been away but it's been... moons. so many moons. would anyone recognize them? would their dad? was he okay? he was going through a really rough time when they went missing and... their head shook as they braved the cold– not thst their not used to it as they often stayed out in the barn during the winter to keep the mice out, though they hadn't known that what they were doing– and they continued home.

she stopped amongst the border near the twolegplace, sniffing as she headed through, being careful to look out for a patrol. her ears twitched as she closed her eyes, trying to listen. her tail, or whatever is left of it, stills and she stands up, head tilting ever so slightly as went around the border, deciding to stay near the riverclan side of the bridge. as she looked around, her ears perked as she hears a patrol. she's... scared. she has to be able to admit that. what if... everything goes wrong? what if they try and chase her away? she won't have anywhere to go.

// tldr: quietstream is back! if your character was around for cicadastars reign, the last time she was active was may 2023, so anyone around that time would know her/recognize as cicadastar's adoptive daughter who went missing around the end of may 2023 !! she was kidnapped by twolegs, and only just now came back! they do not know of cicadastar's death!!


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[CRAGPAW]

Cragpaw's paws squelch against the damp, frost-laden ground as he trots alongside Ferngill. The chill in the air nips at his fur and makes each breath a misty plume in the leaf-bare morning. The familiar scent of the river mingles with the tang of frost as they approach the border, and as always he keeps his senses sharp. It's just another patrol, nothing new. Still, an uneasy tension coils in his chest, a feeling he can't quite shake. It's like someone's watching him…and in turn his own gaze sharpens, mismatched eyes darting across the brittle landscape.

A faint rustling catches his ear. Too deliberate to be the wind, the sound makes him freeze mid-step. His tail goes rigid, and the fur along his spine prickles as he parts his jaws to breathe in the air. The scent that hits him is peculiar - it's the acrid stench of Twolegplace mixed with something stale and dusty. His nose wrinkles in confusion.

"Ferngill, do you smell that?" The patched tom whispers, the question barely leaving his mouth before he spots the figure. A loner - or kittypet? - stands before them, their eyes wide. There is…a haunted quality in her gaze, and her tail is twitching nervously. Cragpaw's posture shifts, muscles taut under his scruffy pelt. "Who are you?" He calls sharply, a warning in his voice. He inches forward, curiosity sparking beneath his caution. "This is RiverClan territory!"

// @FERNGILL
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[Moonbeam]

She was too young to know Quietstream when she had been around, just old enough to leave the nursery when she had been captured and whisked away they had been clanmates and had likely met once in passing when prey was brought carefully to the nursery but not enough to remember, not enough to recognize the sight of the other. Luckily for her there were others within the clan that would recognize and remember, those even a single moon older than the medicine cat herself would know who the bob-tailed feline that wait patiently at the border was. Too many had come back recently the same way, and though the scent of twoleg assaulted her nostrils as the patrol moved closer to the border she did not unsheathe her claws despite the way she held back slightly.

She lets Cragpaw do the talking, doesn't speak out to the stranger as orange eyes trained on the other.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring Robinheart
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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