border humdrum, dreary-eyed ࿐࿔ riverclan patrol

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The summer months have proven far more peaceful than the last cycle of seasons had been.... It would soon be approaching the anniversary of the Journey and with it, the threat of yellowcough and its potential return. Lichenstar cannot pretend she understands how disease works, why it spreads the way it does or how it even begins... that was the job of medicine cats and sometimes the answers even eluded them. The air is sticky with the humidity, sweltering where the sun warms their rivers and the roaring waters in the depths of the gorge. The number of dead it had claimed is a constant reminder, and she pulls away from its edge out of subconscious fear- out of newly formed habit.
  
  As they draw nearer to the WindClan border, she draws in a deep breath as if it had been a struggle to catch up until this point- only to find it even more difficult... and itchy... and- Achoo! She lifts a paw to rub at her nose, trying to satisfy the stuffiness and persistent itch while drawing in a ragged breath to protesting lungs. "I forgot... this border... is- Achoo!- so dusty..." This time of year especially, it's like some horrible little nuisance lingers in the air to harass passersby. It had practically covered the WindClanners and painted them yellow the last time.
  
  "Let's... move quickly..." she tells her patrol-mates with a small, notable wheeze at the end of her words. She didn't want the pollen to collect on her fur and be stuck with her the entire journey home until she could wash it off in the river near camp.
  
  

  [a breeze thick with pollen passes over the patrol, causing some sneezing fits]

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherspine was not often in a mood to antagonise other Clans, but neither did she regard them with any kindness- they were always in competition, regardless of mutual benefits now and again. His grief for Bluepool would always usurp what little appreciation he had for RiverClan's aid in the fire ... it was bare minimum to keep the five Clans alive, StarClan had said so, and it was not much heroic to help kittens that would choke on smoke if left to rot beneath the soil.

He could not deny that there was a prickle within her own nostrils, though ... the RiverClan leader, oh what an honour, sent dust flying out of her nose. Featherspine's nose wrinkled with distaste, and slitted pupils studied the patrol, weak to as much as moorland heather. A deep breath was sucked in harshly, boasting the lungful of air he could take, the tickle he was used to ignoring by now.

"B-buh... b-be careful not to sneeze yourself over the gorge," Featherspine advised, doing no work to blunt the usual sharpness of her tone. It was half advice and half a taunt, and the Riverclanners could do as they liked with it. ​

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[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ It had not been too long ago that Sunstar had found himself in a similar situation — that is the only thing that keeps him from laughing outright. What a day this must be, that brings both leader here at the same time. At least it was under the pretense of near-peace and security, without intention of violence. (Not on his part, anyway.) Kindness is not on his mind, however. The lone patrol has him walking the path that his lead warrior must have taken, and he feels this in each step. His eyes are narrowed at the distance, clearly deep in thought even before the river-cats come into view. Lichenstar's sneeze makes him jolt slightly, though it is Featherspine's words that give context. The pollen that weighs upon their pelts was something that they must grow used to as their grasses return.

But it is still weak compared to what it once had been. That it tickles her nose is nearly enough to make the warrior laugh. Instead, he presses his shoulder into his daughter's and offers only a soundless, vibrating chuckle. "At least she should return from it, 'lest the waves take all of her lives." A fitting end for a cat whose life is bound to the water, but he does not say as much.

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. —
  

  

  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.
  
  
  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has much to prove.

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[dimmingsun]

Dimmingsun doubts he will ever feel comfortable in the presence of RiverClanners. Not ever again, no — confident, perhaps, when faced against rivals on a battle field... but never comfortable. Lichenstar and their lot is akin to a bunch of burrs under his fur, impossible to reach and itching enough to warrant aggressive scratching that does more harm than good. Featherspine's comment only adds to it, curls the annoying pricks further into his fur. The legacy of Bluepool; cut short, way before her time, and Dimmingsun feels as guilty as if he had been the one to push her over.

"Bless you," Dimmingsun says in the end, uncharacteristic in the way he does so; no toothy grin or flash of amusement. He can't even bring himself to join in on Sunstar's little joke, rare as that is from the leader in the past moons.
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[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Otterbite regarded his apprentice with a twitch of his tail, an instruction to pause as his eyes lowered to the endless depths before them. As his leader he pondered over the sorry souls that had succumbed to it, their own former leader finding an unfortunate demise just as Beesong had.

"Do you remember when WindClan stayed at the copse, Jaggedpaw?" His claws flex against dry cracked soil, each face that appeared receiving a suspicious glare from the tom. Which one had found Gracklestep, he wondered? "Do you remember how the repaid u-uh-ACHOO!" Otterbite's head yanked forward in a loud sneeze and he gritted his teeth, shaking the tingling from his face.

"We don't need it, hare-hide." He spat towards Dimmingsun, glancing to Lichenstar as they urged them to stay on the move. Whatever, the less he had to look at them the better, anyhow.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Jaggedpaw]

〔⊳〕Jaggedpaw metaphorically held a paw over his mouth as his mentor and leader all sneezed their lungs out, watching as the Windclanner's did the same and knew if he let Otterbite see him laughing at him he'd be in for it later. He shuffled forwards when his name was said, a mild smirk on his face with ears flicking in amusement. "No, not really. How long did they stay for?" He'd ask, a little bit of that laughter bleeding into his voice.

i know what you want from me ( i know what you think you see ) //

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• JAGGEDPAW —— apprentice (wetpaw) of riverclan , mentored by otterbite . npc x npc . littermate to two others ⊳ penned by helly
  ⊳ cis male / he/him / 7 moons & ages every 1st
  ⊳ single / heterosexual & monoflexible / open to romance
  ⊳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat notes here / battle notes
  
  ⊳ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ⊳ biography — msg on discord for plots (hellycinth) — toyhouse
  
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  a shorthaired chocolate tabby / cinnamon tabby chimera with high white & 1 green eye & 1 blue eye no scarring.

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