border HERALDING THE MORNING ♡ SHC PATROL

[MIRESTAR]

Mirestar wonders if it's a crime for selfishness to take over; for them to pat themself on their own back for choosing these three specific cats on this patrol. With Lilacfur beside them, they believe they can move mountains... and Flintwish and Bloodwing have always proven to be pleasant company. Their stomach churns at the idea of what might be happening over at the ThunderClan border... but with Mapletuft at the helm, perhaps Starlingheart and Marblepaw won't have to dress any wounds just yet.

The pines thin and thin — until the only ones in sight are those behind them, and a scarce few dotting the moor's horizons. Leaf-fall winds buffet their fur and carries with it the scents of WindClan.

Their resilience is admirable, even if the two Clans had not always seen eye to eye. Mirestar detests to think of the stolen kids and their divided lives... but that had happened seasons ago, and Sunstar has yet to show such an ugly side to himself. They allow their muscles to relax as they traverse the border.

"Look!"

All for the eyes only; as pretty as the last surviving flowers may appear to be, Mirestar knows better than to push their nose into the petals and risk being stung. Bees float about the cluster of bloom, a low buzzing sound emitting from them.

And as Mirestar's gaze follows a little striped body, they make eye contact with Flintwish. "Watch out, it's coming for you...!" A mrrow of amusement joins the hum-buzz of bee-work — looks like Flintwish smells particularly good today.

No need to wait for;
@lilacfur @FLINTWISH @BLOODWING

The moors still nurture some flowers, in their last efforts before frost takes over. It seems they are not the only ones with that thought; there is a bunch of bees in this area, buzzing frantically as they flit from one petal to the next. Just don't get stung!

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[BLOODWING]

At the rear of the patrol, the cinnamon tabby stepped and swayed with relatively high spirits, but the phantom pain of an ear that had been lost near here did its best to weigh her down. It would be silly to suggest that was the only reason why she didn't like the moorland group, they hadn't exactly caused Granitepelt to attack her, but a part of her wished they'd been there to help her friend, that if they had been lucky enough to patrol at the same time as the duo then they'd have escaped death far easier. She supposed hearing secondhand about Halfsun's torment at the paws of one of them didn't help that perception.

As the patrol began to slow, Bloodwing moved forward, peering over their shoulders at the dry grasses flailing in the wind. 'Did the moors really look like this when I was born?' If someone told her the fields were dying, she would believe them - it seemed little remained of greenleaf splendor except for the occasional bouquet peaking up from beyond a hillside. There was one close to ShadowClan's border, one that harboured an amount of life that betrayed her belief. She watched the colourful flora shiver from the bees' crawling, lamenting that the Thunderpath was as wide as it was.

A few bees seemed to realise they could amend her woes.

Orange eyes kept up with the bee as it moved around, the she-cat having to grind her paws into the earth to remind herself that swatting at something that could make her leg swell up like a dead frog was a truly terrible idea. It got closer and closer to Flintwish and a little chuckle escaped her. "Aww, you've made a friend." Bloodwing grinned at Mirestar's teasing. Briefly, she forgot she was on the border with WindClan - it was a respite she would learn to savour once she was aware of it.

"You ever wonder how these things fly?"


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[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig meanders along with a patrol, tail swaying with the rustled grass. She can't help the frown that fits to her features as plant after plant is deemed worthless on their path - some wilted and dead, others with seemingly no use to her. The normally jovial she-cat cannot bring a smile to her features when her venture further proves to be fruitless.

There's chatting across the thunderpath, and for the first moment when she looks up, she anticipates to see Magpiepaw. It's a brief hurt, watching the undergrowth sway where the former medicine cat apprentice first seen her, but it flutters away when she takes note of the bees hovering about some discarded foliage. Some even go as far as to linger by the ShadowClan patrol. Humor lights in her gaze as she looks briefly to Tigersting, wondering if the she-cat recalled their recent venture like she did, before turning back to the lot.

"I think they use their wings for that!" Cottonsprig tries a tease.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc // @TIGERSTING casual ping :3

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

As the days of Leaf-fall tick by, so too does the verdant foliage of the moor wither away. Sedgepounce cringes quietly when Cottonsprig shakes her head at him for the third time, a half-yellowed scrap of something falling from his paw to be carried away by the wind. It's shocking how quickly things die in their neck of the woods; but lungwort, their ever-steady lifeline, grows so happily within the throes of snowy, mountaintop winters.

He detests the sour mood that overtakes his friend almost as much as he dreads the thought of a difficult Leafbare ahead of them. Aside from their teary reunion, he and Cottonsprig haven't fully recovered from moons of estrangement. He isn't quite sure how to break the tension—so it's a relief when a meandering patrol of ShadowClanners happens to do it for him.

"Hah," Sedgepounce barks wryly. Levity is a gift which brightens Cottonsprig's features, and her smile mostly reflects the bright, curious expressions of the ShadowClanners across the tarmac. He thinks he only recognizes Mirepurr among them as he steps forward to mark the border.
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