border jingle bell rock ✧ skyclan patrol

[Orangestar]

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐴 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁, 𝐵𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀

• // @Coyotecrest @Dogbite @Thistlebloom. but no need to wait!
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  — orangeblossom | tags
  — she/her ; deputy of skyclan, mentoring eveningpaw.
  — scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by waluigipinball
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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She doesn't often come to ThunderClan, Orangeblossom realises as the trees begin to change around her. Their border is difficult to spot at first, marked by a couple of trenches in the snow where meandering paws and intermingling Clan scents point out the furthest reaches of their territory. It's a bit messy, the deputy notes with a frown; a whole three seasons since the snow had melted last, and SkyClan was already out of practise when it came to their neat border lines. At least ThunderClan seemed to be having the same problem.

The sun has yet to dip beneath the horizon but it's already bitterly cold, and she feels her teeth chatter at points. A clear day meant that it was a cold day, and a clear night would herald an even colder day; a vicious cycle that wouldn't let up until the next snowfall.

Parting her jaws she catches fresh oak-scents among the throat-burning cold, though she can't catch sight of their owners through the thick undergrowth on ThunderClan's side of the border. To her patrol Orangeblossom hums, "Incoming."​

 

[DOGBITE]

✦ The frosty evening had the scarred tabby in its grasp. Chilling the poor feline to their bones as he stayed close to Orangeblossom's side. Pelt twice its usual size as they trekked through mounds of snow. Dogbite was learning quickly that leaf-bare was his least favorite time amongst the clans. In the alleys, there was a warm black top and tin dens to hide away inside, but at least the clans offered body heat.

Still, he wasn't the type to complain and braced the freezing air. Tossing a playful quip as Thunderclan's border closed in. "We might become snow cats by the end of today." Slowing to a halt near the border as Orangeblossom announced their arrival. Wandering to the nearest lonesome oak on Skyclan's side, they rub against it. Rubbing his head and side against it well before trailing off to mark the snow.

•°.⋆ INFO

• ooc ;
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  ✧ 30 moons old
  ✧ skyclan warrior
  ✧ he/they ; single
  ✧ child of npc x npc
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✧ penned by tasmagoric

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[Hickoryskip]

The cold has hit ThunderClan just as bad as the rest, frost coating the oak trees with a clear sheen. It will become a blanket of snow in no time, but for now they are spared. Hickoryskip is as much a fan of Leaf-bare as the typical cat, which is to say, not a high amount. The white is too bright, the shivering of their muscles almost too much to bare. But she has survived before, and she will survive again.

She spots a good amount of orange approaching from SkyClan’s side of the border, as well as a coat similar to hers, and she goes over to greet the kind clan. Hickoryskip’s tail raises as she recognizes Orangeblossom first, having a good impression of the deputy. She’s not as familiar with the rest of them, but she still has a chipper air about her that makes the chill more bearable.

“Your bright coats might even become fully white in a moon’s time,” Hickoryskip jokes, laughing cutely. “But this weather is quite miserable, huh? StarClan willing, we won’t see it get much colder than this.”​

 

[Flamestar]

Much like Orangeblossom, Flamewhisker doesn't find herself along the Skyclan border often. She didn't actively try to avoid it anymore, but it still held memories that she did not like to relive. The crimson that had once stained the snow had long melted and washed away with time, but being here again with snow under-paw made her pelt tingle uneasily.

As she pads along the Thunderclan side of the border, she spots a familiar orange and white figure farther ahead. Her tail lifts in greeting, and she trots ahead of the rest of the cats following behind her. "Orangeblossom, how have you been?" The other cats that joined the Skyclan deputy were not as familiar to her, but she did recognize one, Coyotecrest. "Is Cherrypaw doing well?" Much like her, one of Orangeblossom's kits had traveled on the journey as well.
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★ don't need to save me

• apprentice tag @Acornpaw.​
• 
  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 27 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[FALCONHEART]

The SkyClan border is calm, but Falconheart can’t help but tense anyway as the patrol approaches. He’s come to expect trouble at each and every border of the territory, even if nothing has happened to make him worry. As of late, the only issues have been with WindClan’s claim to Highstones—and the cream tabby finds himself selfishly glad to have been excluded from the patrol that traveled there with Berryheart. He perks up a bit when he sees the SkyClan patrol, though he hesitates a few moments before approaching after Flamewhisker.

He moves to stand by his mother’s side, tail swishing carefully as he regards the SkyClan patrol with curious interest. Orangeblossom had gone on the journey with his mother, so he’s heard of her and has seen her at gatherings, but he’s never seen the SkyClan deputy up close like this before. Her scarred face makes her look intimidating, but Flamewhisker speaks to her as though she is a friend. His mother even asks about Cherrypaw—he recognizes that name immediately. Cherrypaw is the SkyClan apprentice who Little Wolf had sacrificed herself to save. Is ThunderClan mad at Cherrypaw? Is Flamewhisker mad at Cherrypaw? He frowns, but says nothing, merely tilting his head to the side as he looks over the other clan’s patrol.​

[ find me way out there ]​

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[Orangestar]

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐴 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁, 𝐵𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀

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  — orangeblossom | tags
  — she/her ; deputy of skyclan, mentoring eveningpaw.
  — scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by waluigipinball
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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"Hope not." Orangeblossom grunts in response to Dogbite, though she doesn't fail to catch the humour in his meow. It really is miserable out today, isn't it? The rustling proves to be a stranger from ThunderClan, a dusty-furred warrior whose spirits feel far too high for the hour and weather combined. She echoes the deputy's thoughts near immediately, adding that their mostly-white pelts might turn snowy by the thick of leafbare. She glances at her Clanmates; the ThunderClanner might be onto something. They do all have pale pelts.

A more familiar voice catches Orangeblossom's ear and in short order, she comes face-to-face with Flamewhisker. In the time they'd travelled together, Orangeblossom had considered her something close to a friend. Did that still apply? She assesses the other she-cat's body language, briefly unsure of herself: tail lifted, a placid but friendly look upon her maw. At the very least, not hostile. Did Flamewhisker feel the same awkwardness seeping through the air? Pink tongue touches the scar at her lip briefly, question registering.

"I've been well, thank you." She lies, dipping her head politely even as her thoughts turn briefly to her leg. She places it firmer on the ground, ignoring the twinge that chases the action. In a rare and somewhat strained show of humour, she addresses the matter of her daughter with a put-upon sigh and a twitch of her whiskers.

"So is Cherrypaw, who is now taller than me. She's getting there, training hard." Orangeblossom hesitates briefly, the humour dissipating into a far more familiar awkwardness. A glance is passed towards the brown tabby who joins them, young and unassuming, but stood next to the lead warrior she sees some resemblance about their faces. Kin? Stormpaw's littermate? Brown eyes meet Flamewhisker's green. "How is Stormpaw? I heard she earned her warrior name after you made it back, but I didn't catch it at the Gathering. And how are you?"​

 

[Flamestar]

It was in fact strange having to wait again until gatherings or border patrols to see the others who went on the journey, but with time it began to feel somewhat normal again. Though, she couldn't help but feel a pull towards those she had spent those two moons with...they had become more than just cats from other clans. They had been all forced to rely on one another, no matter how ill they originally felt towards each other. While they had been traveling, she had grown to consider Orangeblossom a friend, someone she respected. She held the friendly smile while she waited for the deputy to respond. The other molly claimed to be doing well, and somewhat humorous sigh came before she answered the question about Cherrypaw.

"They sure grow like weeds don't they?" the fiery pelted tabby responded, casting a warm glance at her son beside her. "She will make a great warrior when it's her time." She could recall how well she had done scaling the cliff side, and helping many of her own clanmates in the process. Orangeblossom changed the subject, asking about Stormfeather. Her gaze clouded over for a moment, before she blinked it away. "She hasn't regained any feeling...but her wounds have healed." And she won't ever walk again... Berryheart's words still stung her heart, but she held in the comment. "Her new name is Stormfeather. This is her brother, Falconheart." She said, briefly touching his shoulder with her tail tip. "I've been doing alright...It was a little hard to readjust at first after being away, but I'm all settled back in now." ​

★ don't need to save me

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• 
  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 27 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​