border KOALA || Skyclan Patrol

[Chickbloom]

The dawn patrol had been slow-going since leaving camp, Chickbloom having set a sedate pace to allow Twitchbolt time to realize his mistake. When Skyclan's deputy had assigned him to lead the patrol, the Scottish Fold thought it a slip of the tongue. Amber eyes caught occasional glimpses of the cat as they walked, wondering when he would realize the sheer wrongness of allowing yolk-splashed fur to be their standard-bearer.

Unfortunately, it seemed Twitchbolt had developed a sudden case of blindness. Chickbloom shook his head almost imperceptibly, trying to cast the unhelpful thoughts into the cold. Maybe Twitchbolt hadn't made a mistake? Maybe the deputy really believed in him, and thought the milksop would be up to the mission?

Or maybe he'd realized he'd misspoken immediately, and was just too polite to correct himself.

A small sigh escaped the warrior as the river came into view, and he tried to introduce a lighter subject to the patrol (mostly for his own sake). "Do f-fish hide during leaf-bare - y'know - the same way our p-prey does?" Chickbloom wondered aloud as they reached the banks, turning dinnerplate eyes backward as he poised the question (and to check that they hadn't abandoned him). "I fe - it s-sounds weird, but I f-feel bad for them…" he muttered, peering into the water. "M-Must be cold down there…" Still, the spineless whelp's growling stomach didn't make him feel too bad. Suddenly, his voice dropped to a whisper.

"S-Should we t-try it? Fishing? Or is that…n-not allowed…" The last thing he wanted was to be accused of stealing prey, but Chickbloom couldn't really tell who owned the river. If the fish were on their side, was it fair game?

// @TWITCHBOLT @CANDORPAW @CROWSIGHT @LIONPAW @Dragondance​

 

[iciclefang]

The mornings are cruel, unforgiving; Iciclefang finds it difficult to rouse Pinepaw from her nest now, and the lead warrior can hardly blame her. The reeds are still-frozen as she traverses the wetlands, and they leave a frigid line where they slap against her pelt. The river rushes alongside them, quiet but steady today. The tortoiseshell keeps a lingering blue eye on it as they patrol. At the first sign of ice, I must warn Lichenstar. She prays the river will not freeze this leafbare, but her Clan has been unlucky with that in the past.

She lifts her chin, eyes narrowing as a SkyClan patrol begins to work their way down the riverbank. She's aware Lichenstar has a liking for Orangestar, but she's never quite trusted the kittypet Clan. Still, she has no reason to be antagonistic...

Until the cat who leads them, gold-dusted and stuttering, begins to ask about the fish in their river. Iciclefang's mouth twitches in a remarkably unfriendly manner. "SkyClan." It's a formal acknowledgment, but not quite a greeting. "I wouldn't recommend getting your paws wet for nothing. Our kits learn to fish at two moons, sometimes earlier. But you? You'll catch a sickness before you catch a fish." Even as a barbed joke, it's clearly a warning.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: apprentice tag @Pinepaw ⭒
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 29 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.

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[TWITCHBOLT]

Had it looked stupid to put himself on a patrol without leading it? Maybe, but- well, he'd wanted to let Chickbloom take charge, in honesty. The quivering tom often felt like a kindred spirit, and... if that much was true, then there would well be some hidden bravery slumbering beneath sun-splashed fur. Do fish hide during leafbare, he asked... Twitchblt clicked his tongue. "Don't know for sure, but- but what we do know is RiverClan don't usually starve during Leafbare the way the rest of us do..."

Briefly, he glanced toward his apprentice. This would be Candorpaw's first leafbare- never an easy time, especially when you wre a training apprentice. He recalled it well ... honing hunting skills when there was barely anything to be hunted, it didn't seem to make much sense. Stars, he just hoped that he'd be a good enough mentor that it wouldn't end up affecting anythign too terribly much... sometimes he felt like he could feel Blazestar's eyes on his back. Even kind as they always had been, he wasn't eager to disappoint.

A hardy Riverclanner emerged from the reeds, ears swivelling to Chickbloom's question. Twitchbolt regarded her for a few moments, juddering- right, she was... one of RiverClan's lead warriors, wasn't she? And not happy to see them, by the sound of it... protective over the fish that supposedly huddled in the depths. It seemed they wouldn't be fishing today. "It's a good thing you're not quite so protective of the water itself in the hotter months, or we'd all die of thirst," Twitchbolt remarked. The river was their border, but... to RiverClan it was their life, really. he wasn't surprised they were barbed about its bounty.​

penned by pin ✧​