twolegplace KNEE SOCKS — skyclan border patrol

[SLATE]

The lead warrior strides toward the edge of the twolegplace, fallen pine needles crunching with each step. Slate finds himself walking in close proximity to Orangeblossom, though not overly so; before anything else, she is the deputy and has tasked him with heading this patrol. This was not a casual jaunt among the evergreens.

Orange eyes flick up toward the wooden wall that divides the two worlds. "Lotta' memories on this fence." Remarks the lead warrior, mostly to himself but partly to Orangeblossom as well. She would understand what he was referring to; nights filled with cricket song and bathed in the glow of the pale moonlight prompt hazy images in Slate's mind. Many times he had perched among the outcrop of the wooden planks and gazed into the forest, wondering about the groups of wild cats who made their home in the wilderness, even so much as entertaining the possibility of him making a life for himself out there. As a young rogue, Slate thought he had fully abandoned those silly kithood fantasies, but meeting a certain colony cat had changed everything. "Never" had become "what if", "why bother" daring to become "why not"... It had scared him. He avoided this fence for moons after that. What would have happened if he didn't?

A new warrior—or warrior-in-training or whatever the term was—was accompanying them as well, expected to shadow and absorb as much information as he could about the life of a clan cat. Slate figured that he could hunt two birds in one pounce — quiz his apprentice and see if her brain was actually capable of retaining his teachings as well as provide some insight to Lux. "Cherrypaw, what is the difference between a loner and a rogue?" Slate asks as he brushes his tail purposefully along the side of the fence.

✰ INFO

• @orangeblossom @Cherrypaw @LUX + any twolegplace cats are free to interact!
  
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  ✰ SLATE
  —— he/him; lead warrior of skyclan; former rogue
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[TATTEREDLIGHT]

just because i carry it so well doesn't mean it's not heavy .
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It was Lux’s first border patrol, padding alongside unfamiliar faces, but SkyClanners, nonetheless. His odd hues flickering, calculative as they scanned every divot and gap within the fence and surroundings despite the sheepish grin he bore.

He blinked, peeling his gaze away from his observations to Slate, helm tilted with a curious flicker. He’d been present during the rogue invasion, battling rogues and the like. It wasn’t hard to distinguish loner from rogue, although he wasn’t entirely sure of the exact difference besides fighting. The cream-ticked feline wasn’t against it, blinking curiosity at Cherrypaw.

Lux paused, watching the older cats with a curious twitch of his brow. What did he do exactly? Did he just rub his scent on objects? Lux blinked. ​

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thought speech​

 

[Cherryblossom]

The Twolegplace is not unfamiliar to Cherrypaw, though she'd loathe to call it 'familiar' at all. She trails behind Slate and Orangeblossom, nearer to Lux than she is her own mother, and periodically sends meaningful stares to the back of Slate's head because of it. The great wooden wall at their flanks doesn't scare her any more than it does impress her (actually, it does a little of both), but she'd admit herself a kitlike fascination about what lay beyond. She knew, of course. Slate was an emotional stone wall of a mentor, but, technically, he wasn't a bad one.

Slate mutters something she doesn't quite catch to Orangeblossom (which Cherrypaw of course strains to hear), but soon he lobs a question back for her to gnaw on. "Loners and rogues don't live in a clan. Loners are peaceful and respect us, but rogues are selfish and more aggressive than loners. They, like, steal stuff and attack cats. Hey, Lux, you were a loner, right?" she adds, twisting to peer at the cream-colored tom expectantly. He's about as scarred as Duskpool, but SkyClan wouldn't have let him if he wasn't friendly. (Makes her wonder why they ever let Slate in.)​