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− ♱ ABOUT : she’s been staying out of trouble. lightningstone was a loyal warrior — gruff around the edges, from what he’d seen, unfamiliar with facial expression, but a loyal warrior nonetheless. he’s reported her activity with the tirelessness he’d expected when they’d first been assigned together, and her activity has been . . harmless, thus far. she attended her patrols, brought in fish for the freshkill pile, assisted the apprentices in ( supervised ) weaving lessons. they boasted them, now — layering his fur with trinkets and assortments of blooming flower. some of them linger still, petals finally beginning to wilt and come loose from the sleek curls of his pelt. he’d asked the molly to come with him on a small patrol — patrol near twoleg bridge, to refreshen boundaries as well as scope the ever - damp stone for signs of activity, as that was the only way into riverclan territory windclanners were willing to go. they were of the moors, all but offended by water. it’s part of the reason he chose this land — their protector, their natural defense system.
they’re coming along the arching stone bridge, looking out over the waters to see if he can catch a glimpse of twoleg activity. all is quiet, and he slinks under, nearing the water rushing underneath. all is clear — nothing but the faint scent of thunderclan as they ventured back towards riverclan camp after the disastrous fourtrees event. the air is tense between them, as it’s been the entire way out ; he’s said little, other than brief instruction on the purpose of their patrol, should he even be able to call it that. in all truth, he did have ulterior motives.
“ how has lightningstone been treating you? “ the man asks, because he is curious — they seemed to have been prickly towards eachother to start, and cicadastar would be lying if he said he had not reveled in it. as time passes however, the tall tom finds himself watching closely, observing the molly as she, albeit with a glare, goes about her chores and clan duties. she is a valuable asset, he will admit — his personal grievances towards her do not extend to the rules he’d been given out. she was to prove herself to her clan, and she was doing a good job of just that. it would pain him to say, and if the man were being honest, a good portion of his silence on the way out had been spent mulling over his choice of words, “ you seem to be working well together. “
they’re coming along the arching stone bridge, looking out over the waters to see if he can catch a glimpse of twoleg activity. all is quiet, and he slinks under, nearing the water rushing underneath. all is clear — nothing but the faint scent of thunderclan as they ventured back towards riverclan camp after the disastrous fourtrees event. the air is tense between them, as it’s been the entire way out ; he’s said little, other than brief instruction on the purpose of their patrol, should he even be able to call it that. in all truth, he did have ulterior motives.
“ how has lightningstone been treating you? “ the man asks, because he is curious — they seemed to have been prickly towards eachother to start, and cicadastar would be lying if he said he had not reveled in it. as time passes however, the tall tom finds himself watching closely, observing the molly as she, albeit with a glare, goes about her chores and clan duties. she is a valuable asset, he will admit — his personal grievances towards her do not extend to the rules he’d been given out. she was to prove herself to her clan, and she was doing a good job of just that. it would pain him to say, and if the man were being honest, a good portion of his silence on the way out had been spent mulling over his choice of words, “ you seem to be working well together. “
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@BUCKGAIT.
finally…… water fight thread…….
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− CICADASTAR ; he / him. roughly thirty seven months old, riverclan leader
− handsome, lanky black smoke tortie chimera with curly fur and icy blue eyes
− gay. speaks with a thick german accent, former marsh cat, penned by antlers
- none.