( ☾ ) she takes her daughter's trust in her extremely seriously. when mosspool's familiar gaze meets her own, willowroot straightens and dips her head. to the windclan border she must go, and she faces it with grim courage. her patrol follows behind her, loyally fierce lakemoon and quiet, contemplative fogshore- two cats the former lead trusts with her life. they are seasoned warriors, ones who will not start something at the border, no matter what gets to them. it's a patrol willowroot herself would've organized back in the day, and she feels a flash of pride at the ingenuity her daughter now possess. with them, midnightpaw and splashpaw accompany. her own apprentice, ten moons and sharp, is a bit of a wildcard, but the smoke knows that her dappled charge is smart enough to obey direct orders. lakemoon's new charge, splashpaw, is more unknown, although the girl seems level headed and kind. over all, this patrol should not be a problem.
at least, unless windclan tries something. stars know the moor dwellers believe they're justified in it. as the patrol approaches the yawning cavern where the river plunges into the gorge, the smoke feline steers away from the cliff, eyeing it with caution. too many lives have been lost here. they think of beesong, of smokestar, more recently of the slate blue body of sootstar's sister. the wind isn't particularly strong- it's a peaceful day, watery sunlight trickling between branches and tall grasses. still, anything can happen. they're not about to let another cat die on their watch.
pausing at the twoleg bridge connecting the territories, the smoke feline squints, recognizing shapes moving in the distance. it appears a rival patrol approaches. she turns, fixing her own with a stern look. "we mark our border, check for any issues, and move on, got it? i don't want any arguments." she shouldn't need to specify, but there's no telling what could happen. she's been ignored before.
at least, unless windclan tries something. stars know the moor dwellers believe they're justified in it. as the patrol approaches the yawning cavern where the river plunges into the gorge, the smoke feline steers away from the cliff, eyeing it with caution. too many lives have been lost here. they think of beesong, of smokestar, more recently of the slate blue body of sootstar's sister. the wind isn't particularly strong- it's a peaceful day, watery sunlight trickling between branches and tall grasses. still, anything can happen. they're not about to let another cat die on their watch.
pausing at the twoleg bridge connecting the territories, the smoke feline squints, recognizing shapes moving in the distance. it appears a rival patrol approaches. she turns, fixing her own with a stern look. "we mark our border, check for any issues, and move on, got it? i don't want any arguments." she shouldn't need to specify, but there's no telling what could happen. she's been ignored before.
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// patrol members are @FOGSHORE and @LAKEMOON, apprentices @MIDNIGHTPAW, @splashpaw. feel free to reply before them, though! simple border patrol. takes place after the gathering."#91A26C"
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WILLOWROOT ☾ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORING MIDNIGHTPAW. PENNED BY LAVS