IN A COAT OF GOLD OR A COAT OF RED ✧ RiverClan Patrol

[iciclefang]

Iciclefang slinks through the reeds lining the riverbank, tasting the air for any signs of ThunderClan. Longingly, her eyes scrape over Sunningrocks, still lost to her Clan. Claws shift in pebbly damp earth. Someday, she promises, her marbled tail flicking idly behind her. “I doubt I need to instruct any of you how to behave. Smokethroat gave me an easy first patrol to lead.” She looks at the cats behind her with vague amusement. Her father is a seasoned warrior, and Lakemoon is fierce and capable; the only one without any experience is Fernpaw, and her brother should be a warrior himself, really.

She brushes her cheek along a clump of cattails, careful not to snag their tips with her fangs. “Perhaps we’ll get through this without any issues.”

// patrol: @MUDPELT @Lakemoon . @FERNPAW

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✧ INFO.

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  — iciclekit . iciclepaw . iciclefang
  — she/her ; warrior of riverclan
  — lesbian ; single
  — short-haired tortoiseshell with white markings and ice-blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Pin

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[LITTLE WOLF]

Sunning rocks is a beautiful place. Sun shines off of the water making a dazzling spectacle of light that dances on the shore, waves lap gently at the edges of the river and if she wasn’t there to hunt the noise would lull her into a gentle sleep. Without an apprentice to guide, she was free to do as she pleased between assigned duties and today, she had wanted to spend a couple extra hours looking for prey, hoping to find something to bring back to share with one of her family members.

Her eyes dart up as RiverClan approaches and, for a moment, she feels awkward. This territory had once been theirs, after all. It would feel weird for her to be on the opposite side, she thinks, her mind trying to imagine another clan hunting somewhere like the Sandy Hollow while she had to stand by and watch them do it.

Among the cats is her niece, Lakemoon, who, unlike some of her kin she holds no animosity towards. The ebony colored warrior dips her head in polite greeting "RiverClan" she says, her tone polite, and though her green eyes drift to that familiar gray pelt she does not single the warrior out. "I hope the prey is ru-er swimming? Good over there" her correction feels awkward but she’s not entirely certain if the river-dwelling cats even eat land prey.
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[FERNGILL]

Fernpaw was glad, at least, that his sister saw him as easy. Not a troublemaker, not a burden. It was nearly a dream- to be underwhelming, to be barely-addressed. To be unremarkable. Instead, Fernpaw was remarkable in his unremarkability, carrying an apprentice name still despite his age. He was sure that ThunderClan apprentice he'd fought at Sunningrocks had gotten her warrior name by now. The thought spread more bitterness across his tongue than he would have liked.

There was more in him that fought for a different sort of remarkableness. It still blazed within his heart, smothered by failure but there, and he had promised his father they would foster the flame.

The scent of an approaching Thunderclanner snagged Fernpaw's attention, verdant eye settling upon her just as she began speaking. An odd realisation shuddered along his pelt for a moment, something that would have been merely average to many- he would have been ready, had she attacked.

Luckily for them, the night-hued feeling seemed docile enough... at least for a moment, they could be civil. Even with thieves; at least this time the oak-Clan weren't rubbing their shadowed victory in their faces. "Uh, good enough." he murmured, vision flickering over to the rest of his patrol. He took care not to turn his blind side onto ThunderClan's side of the border, ears angled for danger. ​

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[GENTLESTORM]

( ❄ ) Hailstorm had been walking about in search of prey since he had recently finished some of his tasks, he was attentive and looking around his surroundings though his warm gaze would land on Little Wolf seeing that she was out hunting at the moment. His ears would perk up ready to greet his friend before realizing who was across the river and a brief frown on his maw but it vanished within moments as he approached the smaller feline offering a small nod of greeting to Little Wolf, his gaze turning over to the Riverclan patrol. His ear flicking at what Little Wolf said and couldn't help but smile at her knowing that she must've felt awkward for that correction of hers, he would bump her shoulder gently with his own before focusing his attention on the river cats once more.

Admittedly, Hailstorm wasn't the best at small talk so he chose to simply stay by his clanmates side and would dip his head politely over in the direction of the Riverclanners. Oh yeah, he definitely felt the awkwardness at this given time now. ​

( O SOL PEDIU A ; LUA EM CASAMENTO )

 

[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
While Iciclefang’s attention is focused on the path ahead of them, Lakemoons gaze is gliding to and fro at the environment around them. She had never been one for small talk, or talking for that matter- but the stoic warrior did let herself crack a faint smirk towards Iciclefang at the mollys observatory comment. Despite her out of place feelings, this was a good patrol, or at least one she herself would trust.
"I don’t think Thunderclan will give us too much trouble, surely they’ve grown tired of hollering at us from across the river by now." Lakemoon replies quietly, letting the cattail brush against her flank with no effort to dodge the odd-looking plantain.
When they reach the rivers bank, Lakemoon almost doesn’t spot the familiar midnight coat from the other side, it’s only when she feels her aunts ivy gaze on her that she turns her head to look.
Little Wolfs gaze is moving away from Lakemoon, but the storm toned warrior holds her own, giving her estranged kin a small dip of her head, making up for her silence.
Fernpaw speaks first, but Lakemoons attention has now shifted to the Thunderclan warrior who had just arrived.
"speech"

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[lily pad]

Lounging on Sunningrocks and feeling the warmth of the greenleaf sun on her fur has to be one of Lily's new favorite experiences. Every soft blow of wind makes her love it even more. Especially being able to just relax and spend time with her sister... it was all amazing.

The appearance of a RiverClan patrol shouldn't have startled her, yet it did. Especially when she noticed one of the cats on the patrol.

Lakemoon. Her daughter. Her daughter who didn't join the rest of her family in ThunderClan. Her daughter who had joined RiverClan, the clan that ThunderClan had to battle for Sunningrocks. She'd be lying if she said that she was entirely okay with that decision. She missed Lakemoon desperately, and would forever mourn that she couldn't be there for her warrior ceremony and still hadn't met her mate. Not as her mate, anyways. She may have met her before the clans formed, but she had no idea.

"I'm glad to hear prey is good. I hope RiverClan is well." She's looking at Lakemoon now, and she hopes her daughter knows what she means.

I hope you're doing well and that you're happy.​

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[MUDPELT]

Mudpelt pads along the pebbly shore with his head held high and a giant grin on his face. He’s practically glowing! His own daughter leading her very first border patrol. The warrior has to practically choke down his emotions as proud tears well up in his eyes. He’s bringing out all the dramatics, bottom lip wobbling uncontrollably as she jests with them about how to behave. Finally, he can’t take it anymore. He dramatically flops against her side, wailing, “I can’t believe my little girl is leading her first patrol!” If she allows him to, he wraps a foreleg around her in an embrace, an embarrassment if any father ever was one. “It seems like only yesterday you were leaving the nursery for the first time and now you’re all grown up!”

He is still sniffling like a baby when he takes notice of the ThunderClanners across the way. The family dynamic between Lakemoon and the she-cats across the way goes over his head. His mind is solely focused on Iciclefang. He calls out to them, eyes still watery. “Hey! This is my daughter’s first border patrol!!!” As if he wasn’t embarrassing her enough, he gestured wildly towards the calico with his paw, his giant, stupid grin back on his face.​

 

[Flamestar]

It seemed her and Little Wolf had the same idea. With her apprentice in tow, Flamewhisker had padded through the undergrowth, hoping the sunningrocks was free for a hunt. She hadn't wanted to disturb her friend's hunt, so she had started to turn around, but when she heard Riverclan voices, she decided to go ahead and trot over to join Little Wolf. The Riverclanner who seemed to be in charge of the patrol seemed young, so it was probably a simple border patrol...but just in case, she didn't want to leave her clanmates alone out here. She rose her tail in greeting, spotting Lily Pad as she got closer to the rocks.

An emotional voice from across the river caught her attention, and she moved her head to the side to eavesdrop a bit. Hey! This is my daughter's first border patrol!!!! the brown tom calls out, gesturing wildly towards the younger looking patrol leader. Flamewhisker couldn't help but pull her lips back into a big smile. She glanced at Iciclefang, then back to the brown tom. "It seems like she is doing a great job." she called back to him. She turned her attention to Little Wolf, "I can't wait to embarrass my kits when they lead their first patrols." she chuckled, picturing the day in her mind. ​

 

[LITTLE WOLF]

Little Wolf knows how hard this must be for her sister. It was hard enough having your kits live seperate lives in another clan, she knows, but it must be even harder when that clan was not one that was friendly with theirs. For a second she thanks the stars that Blazestar is leader there. She was safe in the knowledge that she would never have to face her kits in a battle. Lakemoon on the other paw had participated in a battle, had even had her mate injured by the claws of a family member, though Raccoonstripe could not have known. How could he have when Lakemoon was now such a stranger to every one of her ThunderClan family?

She is grateful for Hailstorms presence and as he bumps his shoulder against hers she cannot help the small smile that pulls up the corners of her mouth, thankful for the support. One of the RiverClanner's is missing an eye, he is the one who replies back to her but he seems guarded. She supposes she can't really blame them, their clans were not on the friendliest terms anymore after all. Her eyes are drawn, then, to the brown coated tom who goes on and on about how proud he was of his daughter and she cannot help the small laugh that escapes her maw. "Congrats to her and to you for raising such a fine warrior!" she calls back, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Flamewhisker tells her that she cannot wait to embarrass her own kits in such a way and she laughs again "Oh you can bet all the mice in the forest that I'd be doing the same to mine" what proud parent wouldn't?
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[barleysight.]

Ever since she was a tiny squealing kit, dropped off on the border by dead beat parents, and forcing hound to take care of her, barleypaw felt no empathy from parents. She would never know them or what they would say when she would go from BarleyKit to BarleyPaw.

She couldn't say a twinge of jealousy would gather to see the father hyping up his daughters first patrol, she couldn't say she exactly liked the idea of it either. It was those moments though that would make one have the feelings of being cared for. Alas, it was her and her brother. And then clinging to the existence of friends she wasn't exactly sure she even had.

Too worked up to train, get better, be better, and be someone that Thunderclan could be proud of. She had a head for brains, even now muttering under her breath everything she could remember about riverclan that her mentor had taught her.

The chocolate tabby, her lower half completely white, offered a small forced smile to the other patrol, her aqua gaze unreadable. It was awkward to her, not just Mudpelts interaction about his daughter, but acting friendly to them. Just like a gathering would be in her head.

 

[iciclefang]

The ThunderClanners exchange neutral pleasantries, and Iciclefang nods their way, allowing Fernpaw to assuage them. The young tortoiseshell warrior hides an amused smile at the black she-cat who has to correct her terminology, saying, “We hunt prey that run, too, you know.” Their river is full of fish, but RiverClan is a Clan of many talents. Voles and mice make up just as much of their fresh-kill pile as river creatures on some days.

She gives Lakemoon a nod, hoping the older she-cat is right. ThunderClan so far seems to have sent their more amicable warriors to mark Sunningrocks. “Surely we’re all tired of it,” she says, whiskers twitching. “I think—” Her thoughts are loudly and explosively interrupted by Mudpelt. His voice booms across the river, his smile brilliant as the sun that beats upon them.

“I can’t believe my little girl is leading her first patrol!” Iciclefang’s jaw drops as Mudpelt drapes a foreleg about her. He babbles at excessive volume, ensuring she’s thoroughly embarrassed by both her own Clanmates and all of ThunderClan. “Are you crazy?” She hisses, ducking out from under his paw. There’s no anger in her expression—just sheer astonishment and shame. “I’m not your little girl! I’m a RiverClan warrior!”

She lowers her ear, hardly able to pay attention to the amused responses from the ThunderClan queens across the river. “Let’s get out of here,” she mutters, her tail flicking irritably behind her.

✧ INFO.

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• 
  — iciclekit . iciclepaw . iciclefang
  — she/her ; warrior of riverclan
  — lesbian ; single
  — short-haired tortoiseshell with white markings and ice-blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Pin

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[MUDPELT]

Mudpelt only beams further when the ThunderClanners across the way comment on how good of a job she’s doing. Pride radiates off of him in waves - he can’t believe how fantastic of a warrior she’s become. When she shoves him away, it hardly fazes him, his eyes betraying only a little bit of surprise but his faltering smile doesn’t disappear. Ah, kids! Always too cool for their parents! “Yes you are,” The dark brown tom agrees with her words, not even trying to hide the bittersweet emotion in his voice.

When she opts to move along, he doesn’t think too much into how irritated she seems. He has never been the best at having a - what’s it called? Emotional IQ? Grinning back towards the forest cats, he flicks his stumpy tail in farewell. “Well, happy hunting, now!” Always the friendly face, he is. Mudpelt pauses to wait for Fernpaw to reach him before trotting onward in Iciclefang’s tow.​