private girl with one eye ࿏ riverclan patrol

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- The sun felt warm against the apprentices dappled spine despite the chilled push of air that made Pinepaw’s nostrils burn. The tortoiseshell was still nicked and sore from her and Iciclefang’s last training session under the beech trees, but when her mother fetches her for the sun-high patrol, Pinepaw is stubbornly energetic.

The wind is stronger as the patrol trickles down a well-trodden path, towards the sound of the constantly-churning river. “When will it freeze?” Pinepaw hums as she pushes through the reeds alongside Iciclefang, opening up a perfect view of the dark-hued river. It doesn’t seem as big now, unlike the first time her mentor brought Pinepaw and her brothers here, when she still had been shedding kitten fur.

“I wanna hunt in the water this time, can we please?” The request is void of her usual plead, Pinepaw had learned by now that adding a squeaky pitch to her question would gain the girl nothing, so she sits and waits patiently for her mother’s approval.

The water is cold, and Pinepaw’s limbs threaten to go rigid against the dull ache in each stride that ventures her deeper and deeper. With one last glance towards Iciclefang, the apprentice slips under the surface. Pinepaw knew better than to assume a fish would fly right into her claws, but as golden hues blink with the sting from the water, she can already see silvery shapes flitting below her- she thinks.

It doesn’t take long before Pinepaw finds herself in the current’s hold, though the sensation of being pushed out from her clanmates catches the apprentice off-guard, and forces the tortoiseshell to pull her head back out with a cough. Honey pools are frantic until they silently lock onto Iciclefang, who she hoped couldn’t see the way the broad-shouldered apprentice was beginning to panic. The further she drifted, the more useless Pinepaw became in the water.

With one more gulp of air, the tortoiseshell lets herself sink again. What would She do? Another heartbeat passes before Pinepaw finally bunches her hindlegs towards her belly and kicks them out with all of her force, propelling the RiverClanner from the currents grasp and sending her body into a slow-motion tumble.

When Pinepaw re-emerges, daffodil-shaded hues stretch wide when she finds herself on the wrong side of the river. It doesn’t take long to recognize the spot she now floated around, not when the sun-washed pile of rocks loomed in her peripheral, she spares a lingering glance. “ ‘M okay!” Pinepaw calls earnestly towards her mother, now it was time to get out of here, before some squirrel-kissers materialized, somehow summoned by Pinepaw’s accidental drift.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  @Scarletpaw
  
  

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Scarletpaw]

// @RACCOONSTRIPE @THISTLEPAW

Scarletpaw feels her fur bristle as the scent of RiverClan hits her nose, carried on the chilly breeze. She's out on a hunt with her mentor and peer, just by Sunningrocks, when the flash of tortoiseshell fur catches her eye. Bitter anger flares in her chest. What in StarClan's name is she doing? The brown and red she-cat narrows her split-colored eyes, instinctively lowering herself into a crouch behind a boulder. It’s a RiverClan apprentice, not even a warrior, but she can see her patrol just across the way. Great, just what I needed...

With an irritated sigh, Scarletpaw rises from her hiding spot, padding forward with narrowed eyes and a wary flick of her tail. A RiverClan apprentice has no business on ThunderClan territory. "You're on the wrong side of the river, RiverClanner," She bites out, her voice edged with tension. "What are you doing here? Didn't your mentor teach you how to swim, or are all RiverClan cats just this careless?"

She doesn't want to help, doesn't want to feel anything for a cat who isn't her clanmate. Her claws unsheathe as she watches the other she-cat try to regain her footing. Just wait till Raccoonstripe sees how well I defend our borders…
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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- As though on cue, Pinepaw has hardly had time to begin her swim back towards the correct border when a grating, holier-than-thou voice makes the apprentice huff. She had been caught, by a haughty apprentice no-less. “You don’t say-” the dappled girl scoffs as she turns to face the enemy, but the words die on her tongue with the other tortoiseshell presses on even further.

Didn’t your mentor teach you how to swim? Just like that, Pinepaw can feel a burning sensation in her ears, honey gaze noticing the glint of the other girls claws under the sunlight, the way she stood above Pinepaw- like she was better. “Tree-hugger lookin’ for a fight?” The over-zealous apprentice spits, what would Iciclefang think? Commit, Pinepaw. Don’t let yourself be threatened. Her paws feel the silt floor just below where she floats.

Whether it’s her mothers voice that coo’s behind golden hues or her own Pinepaw does not know, but in a blink the brawny-shouldered apprentice is springing from the water, her own claws extended and aiming for Scarletpaw’s shoulders. If her tackle was successful the two would go toppling backwards, Pinepaw’s claws aiming to dig dark blood from pretty brindle fur. Her hisses white-hot and loud in her opponents ear. “Say it again fish-brain!”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  @hazecloud @splashdance @STAGSNARL. @FALCONHEART @iciclefang
  GET EM GET EMMM
  
  

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

"They announce themselves long before we see them, don't they," Raccoonstripe mutters humorously to Scarletpaw; he can see the way her nose bridge wrinkles, can see the flattening of her tufted ears. To Raccoonstripe's dismay, one of the RiverClan cats splashes messily onto their shore, her tortoiseshell fur slick with riverwater. His scowl deepens; he narrows his golden-brown eyes, flicking them over the patrol she'd come from who slip through the reeds. He recognizes the deputy, Hazecloud, from previous Gatherings, from his stint in the marsh colony; the other dappled she-cat, he recognizes as a lead warrior. The third is white-freckled and dark-furred; he isn't as sure of her identity, but it hardly matters. She smells like fish like the rest of them.

Scarletpaw wastes no time in questioning the incompetent she-cat who washes ashore. "You're on the wrong side of the river, RiverClanner," the mottled apprentice spits, beginning to circle the unfortunate waterlogged cat. Raccoonstripe's heart skips a beat as the enemy hurls herself to her paws and throws herself into Scarletpaw's shoulders.

"Scarletpaw, show these fools we mean business when we defend our borders." He lowers his head, his grin cracking across the pale smear of his muzzle. His tail flares behind him, his shoulders square: Try me. Make my day.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 46 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 In the wake of Skyclaw’s takeover, Falconheart will be the first to admit that he hasn’t given the other clans a very warm impression of ThunderClan. He’s too guarded now, looking out for danger at every turn. Even within the clan’s own camp, he’s found himself looking over his shoulder, as though he’ll spot a pair of eyes in the darkness, waiting for the perfect time to to strike. The other clans are no exception, either—border patrols are tense when the scarred cream tabby is around, marked by averted eye contact and ever-shifting paws.

He’s silent when the RiverClanners first appear, content to hang back and let Raccoonstripe deal with whatever interaction will come of this patrol. The older tom knows what he’s doing, but around the river-dwellers, he still needs someone to watch his back. Falconheart is doing exactly that, keeping an eye on their surroundings while also remaining aware of RiverClan’s movements. He winces as one of the other cats clumsily breaches the territory line, but besides a stiffening of his posture he says nothing. His jaw has been clenched since the other clan first appeared, and he feels it click as his teeth grind together. Stress builds as Scarletpaw immediately begins to antagonize the washed-up apprentice, but what happens next quickly buries any guilt he felt for her harsh tone.

The tortoiseshell apprentice lunges for Scarletpaw, clearly furious. Stress builds and then snaps. His hackles raise instantly, but he doesn’t move to break the two up. It’s just one apprentice, and Raccoonstripe is right there; surely Scarletpaw can handle herself with her mentor alongside her. It’s the rest of the other clan’s warriors that Falconheart needs to worry about. "Stay back," he warns the other RiverClanners, his muzzle already formed into a hiss. He lowers his head, bracing himself for another enemy to come flying out of the river—he won’t be caught off guard if they do. He’s spent the past month preparing for a surprise attack. To find one now is more a relief than anything.

heaven knows 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 how hard i’ve tried

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• FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamestar and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, ravenpaw, bugpaw, sunpaw, squirrelpaw, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ mentoring bugpaw & littlepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw feels the tortoiseshell’s claws dig into her shoulders, the force of the tackle driving her backward. A snarl rips from her throat as they tumble across the rocky ground, sharp pebbles digging into her pelt as sand sprays around them. Heat flares in her chest, the stinging pain only fueling her anger. Tree-hugger? Fish-brain? How dare this RiverClan apprentice, of all cats, talk down to her!?

Her paws lash out furiously, aiming to catch Pinepaw's side as she rolls, trying to throw her off with a rush of adrenaline despite her lack of strength. "You should've stayed in your river!" The skinny she-cat hisses, voice tight with frustration. "You’ll regret stepping foot on ThunderClan territory!"

Even as she fights, Scarletpaw can hear Raccoonstripe's words, his expectations. This is her moment to prove herself to him, to show that she's not weak like she fears some think. She twists beneath Pinepaw, trying to find her footing, her claws glinting under the sun. She won't let a RiverClanner, especially not one as careless as this one, get the best of her.
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[STAGSNARL.]

YOU ALWAYS SAID HOW YOU LIKE DOGS​

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stagsnarl is loyal. probably the few good things they have going for them. so a chance to fight is a chance to fight. they like to fight, unfortunately for the water rats that dwell across the river. their teeth bare as their tail lashes back and forth, eyes narrowed and claws out.

"step any closer, and you'll regret it."

her muscles bunch up, and she only looks over at the fighting apprentices with a nod. good on her. they have to defend their territory and they have to do it right. this will show those fish-munchers just how thunderclan is not to be messed with. she can only hope she'll have the same opportunity.

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[splashdance]

Splashdance twitches her tail as she meanders alongside the patrol, alongside the swollen river. She has half the mind to chatter with Hazecloud over something inconsequential, but with Iciclefang so close, she feels her mouth sew itself shut. The other is always so cold, like her namesake. The black furred molly can only anticipate that aimless conversation would get under her skin... Just as she imagines Pinepaw being swept away by the current would too.

To Pinepaw's credit, she plays it off well. Splashdance wouldn't have even thought it an accident until she resurfaces on the opposite side of the river. Not long after, a ThunderClan patrol arrives, one of their apprentices spitting at Pinepaw. Instinctively, Splashdance looks to Iciclefang, as if to say recall your apprentice. With all intents and purposes, by the very laws the lead warrior enforces, Pinepaw is trespassing. Perhaps Sunningrocks is a sore spot for the river cats, but it does not change the fact held before them.

A fight breaks out, and two of the ThunderClan warriors threaten the remaining RiverClan patrol. Splashdance gawks and she shifts her gaze to Hazecloud, sputtering a, "Are we not going to help her? She's alone over there, they'll -" tear her apart. Again, she looks to Iciclefang, who's very blood runs through her apprentice's veins, who's blood will dye the river sand red if the warriors do not step in. She isn't sure when ThunderClan will stop - if they deem death a worthy cost for the minor infraction.

"Oh, hush up!" she spits in her panic towards @STAGSNARL. , taking that step forward and letting the water of the river run over her paws. "You'd be swallowed by the river before you got over here, fox-breath!" Another step to wade into the water, to taunt the snarling hound on the other side.​

 

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- The rising snarls and threats of the other patrol members from both sides of the river fall on deaf onyx ears as the two apprentices go reeling back in a flurry of sand and broken rock. There is sharp thwack Pinepaw feels in her side as Scarletpaw tries to throw her off, but the unsheathed hit does little to sway the sturdy apprentice away as she expels a challenging hiss and aims to strengthen her grip on the other and drive the weight behind her forelimbs down, with the hope that it is she who ends up on top of the other, wearing a triumphant grin. The feeling Scarletpaws willow frame twisting under stubborn claws only surging more adrenaline into Pinepaw’s veins.

Though her hold doesn’t last long when Scarletpaw finally wriggles free from her claws, forcing her to spring back. As her opponent blubbers on, Pinepaw only creases her muzzle in contempt. Waiting only a moment for Scarletpaw to roll back to her own paws, Pinepaw wasted no time taking the offense once more by aiming to deliver a heavy-pawed swipe across Scarletpaws muzzle, “you shoulda kept your muzzle shut!” The tortoiseshell spits back, this was her fault, not Pinepaw’s. She should’ve known better than to antagonize an enemy, she would learn better.

With any luck, Scarletpaw would still be reeling from Pinepaw’s jab, though distracted or not, there would be little to deter the she-cat from lunging at the ThunderClan apprentice again, with the intent to send her pinned to the ground.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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