camp i won't put up a fight ✧ patrols

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The air hangs with somber uncertainty... It crackles with the potential energy of a rippling thunder as coat brushes against coat in static-raised hairs. It felt... familiar... and all too soon to be felt again. The haze of the snow-flurry winter, stumbling through the sudden loss of a skeletal king, his brow bone twisted in fish-bone crowned hysteria. The tumultuous turn-over into ember-warmed paws, kindling the flames of a new era, ushering it into the thaw of spring.
  
  His absence leaves a chill to fester between anxious breathes, an icy fear spreading down reed-thin limbs and knotting in choppy tufts of neglected fur. Too much... it was all too much to lose at once. The numbness serves as a frigid comfort... at least it doesn't have to feel so close right now, where the mind drifts in the current of tortured thought as if viewing a stranger from on-high.
  
  "Patrols- gather up," called in muscle-memorized lashings of a ghostly tongue.
  
  Eyes skim the forlorn camp like it were a ghost town, the shambling forms of silhouettes hardly registering as real faces that she slept beside... fought beside... bled for. They are just... presences. Felt in drifting touch and nothing more. "Houndstride... I'm trusting you to... secure the WindClan border." Secure is a stronger word than necessary for the sorry state of their neighbors... whose own leader still bleeds sun-gold ichor where a phantom of his leg used to be. They were of no real threat, not right now. "Take... Otterbite. And Bronzeshine."
  
  She hopes, implores that he will begrudgingly humor her demands, part from his hovering just out of her line of sight. She can tale in the vacant hurt of his eyes that he feels this burden too... even if it's different. They bleed the same color blood.
  
  "Snakeblink..." His name, often uttered in half-amused frustration, now only rings hollow in a bid for comfort that he couldn't possibly provide. He fills a fragment of a gap but cannot fill it wholly. "Please bring Hawkcloud... and Asphodelpaw toward SkyClan." A vision of snow-dusted apricot fur strikes a terrible pang of empathy- Had she settled, putting her paws where Blazestar had stood for so long? Lichentail couldn't help but feel a sickly envy, that at least she had the closure to see his final breath with her own eyes.
  
  A shaky breath in... another out. "Gillsight, if you'll... take Beepaw. Perchberry... Head to ThunderClan." A sullen fury rises like bile at the back of her throat, a passive wonder if they'd be mocked at Sunningrocks again, their enemies blissfully unaware of the heaviness that haunted them without further taunting.
  
  The burning in her throat is cathartic... the fact she can feel it. The way it stings. A reminder that she is still breathing... still droning on in raspy tones at least, rather than not at all. She was not tucked quietly, in permanent slumber to miss the slow meandering of time. It's bittersweet... to live and suffer, rather than be carefree in painless death. "Rookfang, take Minnowpaw and Bumblepaw... go hunting..." She is sure other warriors will do so too, when their busy paws cannot be stilled to rest. "Rest... when you need to. All of you..." Icy eyes think to narrow at Troutsnout but... the faces blend together and she's too tired to try to focus on it. "Stop wasting.. Moonbeam's herbs."
  
  The medicine cat appr- medicine cat... could use a break. She wore her own heavy robes of misery, bore a thorn-laden crown of her own.
  
  "And please-" her voice catches, as if begging it not to need to be said at all- or telling her it was futile- "Keep your eyes peeled... We haven't... We still need to find... Smokestar."
  
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  speech hex code ✧ #6368A5
  ooc notes ✦
  windclan - our neighbors have returned home after a harrowing disaster- check in on them?
  @HOUNDSTRIDE. [lead]
  @otterbite
  @BRONZESHINE
  
  skyclan - things seem relatively peaceful on this border.. maybe there's some gossip to exchange?
  @Snakeblink [lead]
  @turtlepaw
  @Asphodelpaw
  @Hawkcloud
  
  thunderclan - they never fail to antagonize us.. does your patience wane thin under the pressure?
  @GILLSIGHT [lead]
  @PERCHBERRY
  @BEEPAW
  
  hunting - you come across a weird, hard blue box? it seems to have some dead fish inside! (can count as a prompt)
  @ROOKFANG [lead]
  @Bumblepaw
  @Minnowpaw
  
  tagging ✶
  penned by tieirlys
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[BEEFANG]

I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS THE MOONLIT SEA — Her snowy dipped paws bring her forward to heed the call of patrols that's usually normal but can't help but notice the unkempt fur, unruly tufts, and the way that Lichentail seemed more tired than usual. A part of her feels sorry for the deputy knowing that she must be restless with Smokestar missing and she does not blame her for sleep seems to slip by easily for the older apprentice too. The thought of her father being dead or at the bottom of the gorge makes a frown tug at the sides of her mouth, her large ears pressing flat against her skull. She'd reject the possibility until she saw the stilled form of her mentor splayed across the rocks or the river bringing forth blood onto their shore. He's not dead and he couldn't be especially with all those lives that he had, he couldn't not when Starclan had given those gifts to him to take care of his clan that clearly still needed him. She needed him and she shuts her eyes for a second feeling them sting as they try to betray her, she hastily straightens her posture.

She'd be sent to Thunderclan border with Gillsight and Perchberry, her ears twitch and only briefly meets the eyes of her patrolmates. It's short-lived but she pays attention to Lichentail mentioning that cats should rest and not waste any of Moonbeam's herbs, she can't help but shift mismatched pools in the direction of Troutsnout. The final note of keeping their eyes peeled for Smokestar earns a nod from Beepaw and she turns away so that she can get ready to head out to Thunderclan, she thinks of their oak forest neighbors and her snout scrunches up with frustration.

THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME ✦ BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA

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  ✦ shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and mismatched eyes
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 10 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ sexuality unknown; currently interested in no one
  ✦ currently being mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadapaw and cricketpaw
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[PERCHBERRY]

It had been an awful couple of days for riverclan now with Smokestar mysteriously gone after he had fallen into the gorge...Perchberry couldn't even begin to imagine how Lichentail most feel right now since she had been there with them when it had happend. He hoped she had someone to speak to during this so she did not had to endure all of this on her shoulder alone to bear. If it had been himself...Perchberry would have drowned in guilt and self-blame right now, and from someone who often battled with this feelings daily could in a way understand, or relate to what she most be going through. Hopefully Lichentail understood none of this was her fault, and with a bit of luck and starclan's support they would find Smokestar soon.

Perchberry perked his ears up for a split second when his name got called out for one of the patrols. Thunderclan. Oh... that clan's name made him think of one certain thunderclanner. In a time like this he shouldn't though, right?. Perchberry flattered back his ears again as he killed the little joy he had felt. It was not a high chance that he would get to see them anyway. He should not get his hopes up. Right now he should focus on this patrol. He waited for Gillsight to take the commend and lead them out so he could follow.

Maybe, they even would find Smokestar so they could bring him back home and everything would be okay again, and Lichentail would not need to carry a such heavy responsibility on her shoulders.


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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Snakeblink sta nds on eager paws, limbs tight with the restless tension of wanting, needing, to be on the move. Gone is the fatigue that has weighed his body down since Cicadastar’s death: with another leader in jeopardy, his blood buzzes in his veins, beehive-like. They have not found him yet, but maybe, maybe—

”Come on, Turtlepaw.” He nods towards the camp’s exit, trusting his apprentice to match his steps as he goes to gather the two cats assigned to his patrol. ”Let us go quickly. Lichentail—” A beat as he gazes at their deputy, whiskers quivering in silent concern. ”We will look. Trust us.”
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ooc. information.

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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 51 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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