border fragile land ✧ riverclan night patrol

[lichenstar]

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Now more than ever it was of dire importance to keep eyes glued to the border marked in gouges between the earth. Their lack of presence at the Gathering had left many questioning why and it seemed none would be getting any answers anytime soon. Petalnose had been smart, to suggest a patrol to scour the land after the sun had set below the horizon in a myriad of colors along the icy river. She was surprised, in part, to be the one tasked with leading it, that the bi-color molly would insist upon joining this expedition herself as well. Aspenhaze had made it plenty clear they were not a fan of her company... had they expressed such disdain to their mate? Did Petalnose agree?

As far as she was aware, they were but friendly rivals.. and Lichentail, begrudgingly, had won the race to the top. It wasn't malicious, their bickering and sniping, their constant rematches for spars... Turning to the molly whose stripes stood like reeds etched into her pelt, the gray deputy gave a small nod of acknowledgement to her prowling existence. They would need to stay low, stay quiet... They could not risk being caught unawares, nor give up their position to a clan of heretics and zealots.

"Bridge is just up ahead... stick to the shadows," she hisses softly, crouching as shoulders work carefully to keep her low, keep her hidden.

They were not ShadowClan by any means... but they knew these watery shores well enough to avoid making a ton of noise. They could more than easily slip into the water to hide, to loom like ghouls among the ripples waiting to pull in the first absent-minded rabbit-heart that wandered by. She wouldn't blame her clan-mates for seeking revenge in this way, to make WindClan just as afraid of retribution as they deserved to be. To bleed them the same way they had left Smokestar to drag his half-dead carcass to the Moonstone.


-- patrol tags: @Petalnose , @Hazewish , @Nightfish , @CRASHINGTIDE , @Starlightpaw , @carawaypaw , @Asphodelpaw , @brookpaw , @DIPPERPAW

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WELL IF YOU WANT MY BLOOD I'LL MAKE SO MUCH BLOOD

THAT YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING DROWN​

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- they trailed silently through the night, it was strange. she had been on dusk patrols, but the only time she had left camp when the sky was completely dark was to go to the gathering. based on the tension in the air now, carawaypaw assumed such peace tonight was implausible.

lichentail's words almost had her jumping from her pelt, ears twitching to attention. the tabby released a shaky breath from between her jaws, tail lashing to try and relax the fur that had spiked. something about being out here so late, hanging only to the shadows, it was so eery.

once collected, she pressed onward, hanging tightly to nightfish's flank. hopefully starclan wouldn't place any particularly observant windclanners on their side of the border.

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  CARAWAYPAW ✧ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, five moons
  ➺ carawaypaw is a pretty longhaired silver tabby with green eyes and a long, lithe frame. born into riverclan, she loves her home and has a deep fascination with becoming a warrior to provide for it. for now, she is heavily focused on her duties as an apprentice and trying to balance them with her enjoyment of less serious activities.
  ➺ willowroot x poppysplash ↛ sister to bumblepaw, tidepaw, mosspaw, hazepaw, antlerpaw, and buckpaw
  ➺ 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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[BERRYSNAP]

Curiously, Berrysnap found herself on a patrol that evening, attempting to find some amount of prey to bring home to the clan. What she hadn't expected, however, was to run into a patrol from RiverClan during the hunt. A scent blowing on the breeze alerted her to their presence rather than hearing their hushed voices as they spoke. Keeping herself out of their line of sight, she would silently plead that someone quickly joined her. While she knew she could hold her own in a battle, she was definitely incapable of handling a patrol on her own.


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[GRANITEPELT]

To Berrysnap’s right, a gray figure skulks, green eyes glinting with what little starlight dares touch their surface. In his element, Granitepelt had begun to abandon his nest for patrols—and the ones he likes best are the ones where he can move under the cloak of shadow. Though the foliage is different, he finds he can stalk amongst bracken and gorse as well as he could among ferns and fronds. He flicks his gaze across the Twoleg Bridge and over the glistening, churning waters, ShadowClan-sharp eyes clearly making out every movement of the RiverClan patrol opposite their border.

“You’re out late, aren’t you?” He smiles in their direction, his teeth flashing too-white in the gloom. There’s a particularly small young cat with the newly-named deputy, her eyes flicking nervously toward Berrysnap and the patrol that convenes around her. “What a pleasant surprise.” Malice drips from every syllable, orchestrated. ShadowClan had never shared a border with the river rats Sootstar so despises; curiosity, more than anything, leaves the burn of his emerald eyes as he watches them patrol.

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