border NARROW SEA ─‎ ⋆ TC TOUR

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ even if neither apprentice had been here, they knew of the disputed territory. nightbird's jaw is set tight as she looks over sunningrocks. she is glad she cannot see the river from where they stand. if she could, the lead warrior was sure she'd see the limp body of her mate floating against the reddened current.

"sunningrocks," she speaks briskly with a flick of her tail. "this is where the border with riverclan now lies." nightbird didn't feel the need to explain how they swam in the roaring waters, how they flung fish from the surface to stay plump year round. there was no doubt the two hadn't heard stories of how they drew from the water like wraiths, eager to take land that could have benefited both clans moons ago if cicadastar hadn't been blinded by pride. nightbird doubted they would ever have peace at this border. there was too much blood shed here to turn back on the path they trod.

"lichenstar leads them." nightbird truly knew little of the blue pointed leader. she didn't much mind, and hoped today would not be the one where she learned more. "don't linger. we have better things to do than listen to their crowing." the lead warrior speaks quietly so that any nearby riverclanner wouldn't take her words to fuel their fire. she wouldn't be able to hold her tongue here, riverclan seemed to always have a way of drawing cold threats from her throat.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

• ooc ↛ no need to wait, apprentice tags for @Honeypaw & @TWILIGHTKIT ⋆

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  NIGHTBIRD ───‎ ⋆ SHE/HER, TC LEAD WARRIOR, 39 ☾'s
  a small, feathery black smoke molly with one white paw and pale silver eyes. she is mates with RACCOONSTRIPE and has recently left the nursery after raising their five kits; BAYINGPAW, TWILIGHTPAW, TIGERPAW, STORMPAW, and BERRYPAW. nightbird is currently mentoring HONEYPAW and TWILIGHTPAW. her former apprentices include LIGHTSTRIKE †, DUSKBIRD †, and PALEFIRE.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[TWILIGHTPAW]

She could hear the river far before approaching Sunningrocks. It is as wails of the lost and injured helped in the numb rushing of the noise. Twilightpaw furrows her brows to a pinched center, the ache in her arm forgotten for a moment as she looks on. She can imagine the warm stones splashed with red and strewn with bodies; in truth, with all she knows, she can't imagine even wanting these lands anymore. If Fourtrees is blessed and sacred by the lives lost there, then Sunningrocks must be cursed with greed and selfishness.

All the same, she can scent some warmth unlike the sun hiding about the rocks. Mice and other rodents, eager to play keep away with hungry ThunderClanners.

"They have fish," she speaks, perhaps for the first time since they set off. "Why do they need the land?" It doesn't make sense to the silver tabby.
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[SUNSPARK]

"Because everything's hungry right now? You know we aren't the only things that hunt here," Sunspark - though she had been Sunpaw when the battle of Sunningrocks occurred, speaks up. It's an honest answer. Maybe too honest, considering they had been sharing a battle field not that long ago. And truthfully, she hadn't enjoyed it. It was... different than she had expected. And there's a part of her, that lingering kitty-pet-loner side of herself that does feel some remorse for taking territory away, prey away, from someone else.

But then she just as easily remembers that despite it all, RiverClan was still starving. Then it's a little easier to justify. It was why she was out here now, actually. Some desperate attempt to bring food back for their kits and their elders.

"The early frost didn't help either," she mews. It's not like saying 'sorry' to some random ThunderClanners is suddenly going to make things better, so she's not going to pretend to either. "And we do eat more than fish."

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶"They seem to always forget to tell their young that Sunningrocks belonged to Riverclan first and that Thunderclan stole it from us when we were weak and struggling." But of course she shouldn't expect thieves and killers to be truthful and uphold anything. A snort passes out from her muzzle as she steps along the rocks with Sunspark, gaze heavy. They have to keep moving and talking to Thunderclanners is a waste of time. They are hypocrites and they don't deserve her time. So she casts them out of her thoughts as she picks up the remnants of a mouse. Keenly she follows it and then she strikes, the mouse looks skinny to say the least. Barely even a mouthful but it will do. Her maw trembles with the need to eat it herself but she will bring it back home. Carefully she walks to Sunspark then and drops the mouse. "It's best not to waste your breath on them. They wouldn't know the truth if it slapped them on maw."​

 

[iciclefang]

She had meant to avoid this border for the foreseeable future if it were possible, but Midnightash's patrol inevitably steers them toward Sunningrocks. Iciclefang grits her teeth, giving Pinepaw an uneasy glance. She has to remind herself that, whatever had happened at this battle, this land belongs to RiverClan now, and they will do what they must to defend it. Blue eyes flit toward Nightbird, the smoke-pelted lead warrior she'd grappled with during the battle, and the young silver tabby by her side. A new apprentice, she wagers.

Sunspark and Midnightash engage, as young warriors do — as she had, once. As it stands, Iciclefang can only sigh. They'd already won the territory — what was the point of heckling ThunderClan further? She says nothing of the sort, though; something like that could easily be twisted, easily be swung her direction or, stars forbid, Pinepaw's.

"Don't engage," she decides to tell her daughter instead. She knows the younger girl's anger is still a fearsome thing to be reckoned with, and Iciclefang does not want to have to pull her off of some apprentice who'd just left the nursery. Or Nightbird herself.

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

• ooc: apprentice tag @Pinepaw ⭒
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 30 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan 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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[LOVEBURN]

✦•··········•✦•··········•✦ He felt awkward on the patrol even before spotting the ThunderClanners, and now— well. Sunningrocks, as Midnightash points out, belonged to RiverClan first. Cicadastar believed that firmly, and so Loveburn does as well. He wonders if he watches from the stars with pride to see their territory returned to them, though he realizes that's a very sanitized version of events. ThunderClan did not relinquish land willingly, and RiverClan did not ask politely. It was only smooth for the bloodshed that eased the way for its passing of ownership, and there has always been tension over them. Hence the back-and-forth between their patrols (though of course, they pass their insults by proxy, rather than directly speaking to each other).

But he's been awkward for more than just the Sunningrocks. Iciclefang's presence is uncomfortable. He knows what Cicadastar would have chosen, and yet...she trained Loveburn's brother. Served RiverClan better than he himself has, although he can't shake the niggling concern that it was just a clever way of undermining Cicadastar's legacy (and maybe, just maybe, she didn't train Cicadaflight as well as she does her daughter).

So yes, he'd rather be almost anywhere else at the moment.

"You don't have to justify anything to them," he adds, his pale gaze on Sunspark. "Let them think we wouldn't know what to do with a bird" — His eyes cut to the dark ThunderClanner— "If it landed in front of us."

loveburn (formerly lovepaw & starlightpaw) — 15 moons old; ages on the 10th
son of cicadastar & smokestar — brother to cicadaflight & beefang — he / him
single & not really looking — peaceful/nonviolent actions may be powerplayed
please note that loveburn has persecutory delusions & sometimes personal prose
will make patently untrue assumptions and mischaracterizations of other people.

 

[Honeypaw]

〔✦〕The stench of RiverClan filled their nostrils. Honeypaw snorted in disgust at the smell of their patrol, the reek of fish and wet fur was overwhelming. The apprentice treated the fish-breaths warily, their tail-tip flicking irritably at the words uttered by Midnightash and Loveburn. So full of themselves while they look like they haven't had a proper meal in moons.

Let them think we wouldn't know what to do with a bird speaks Cicadastar's son, with a sharp look towards Nightbird. Golden fur bristles along their spine and betrays their expression. "Is that a threat?" The reply comes easily to them, the maine coon staring down at where the enemy Clan's patrol stands - first at Loveburn, then at the apprentice next to Iciclefang. It would be a delight to take her other eye.

SAD HELLOS AND MAD HIGH LOWS ( now i know that nobody knows ) //

• ooc.
  
• HONEYPAW —— apprentice of thunderclan , mentored by nightbird . waspchaser x sorrelmist . littermate to none. ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ they/them / 7 moons & ages every 7ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / too young
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired red tabby with low white, vitiligo and dichroic eyes.

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[MERLINPAW ✦]

ThunderClan. Merlinpaw honestly has very few strong opinions on the other Clans in general, but he'd be a fool and a liar to say he does not harbor any resentment. Growing up with the ire of the theft of Sunnung Rocks dripping from the maws of his elders it would be impossible not to chafe at the mention of the clan of storms. So, a mentor and apprentice trio being on the correct end of the invisible line and still getting rebuffed and taunted as any enemy Clans might does not cause Merlinpaw much distress. They would gladly turn a blind eye to such a thing so long as they don't also get dragged into the mess personally.

They do not speak up, quiet as ever, but their eyes settle on the golden apprentice they cannot put a name to the face of as they ask about being threatened. Tensions are high as ever after RiverClan took back what was rightfully theirs. Internally, they cannot help calculating what the best thing to do in the unlikely scenario that a fight breaks out. The ThunderClan patrol is hopelessly outnumbered, they would not stand a chance, but there is likely very little chance of that actually happening. Merlinpaw could sit back and watch for all the RiverClan cats cared and they'd still come out on top.

It's a foolish, probably overconfident trail of thought, but Merlinpaw cannot help as it passes through his head.

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 11 moons
  mentored by Streamsong
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird could roll her eyes at the instant hostility, spurred by nothing but their presence and a question from a child only hours removed from the nursery. "stars above," she mutters beneath her breath, mild exasperation tugging her tone. the tip of her tail flicks against twilightpaw's shoulder, she'd have to give her a real answer later.

although her eyes flick towards midnightash's recalling of the events where sunningrocks ended in thunderclan's possession, she bites her tongue for a response. as if riverclan were any more honorable. lichenstar played nice until the moment thunderclan's weakness was pivotal, launching a two headed attack only after gentlestorm had wasted his time teaching their whelp of a medicine cat. it was a far cry from howlingstar's claim- not that anyone here besides iciclefang was even old enough to remember.

another young and nameless warrior sends an icy glare her direction. even iciclefang did not look at her with such scorn, and she had traded blows with the molly. "aren't you poetic," she returns blandly, ears tilted towards honeypaw's blunt questioning. they would surely get a rise from one of the weanlings across the border. "as always, it was an honor. let's do this again some time." nightbird's sarcastic drawl is accompanied by a sweep of her tail to prompt honeypaw and twilightpaw down the border. she takes the outside leg as a quiet precaution as they begin to head to the next clan on the list.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

• ooc ↛ out!

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  NIGHTBIRD ───‎ ⋆ SHE/HER, TC LEAD WARRIOR, 39 ☾'s
  a small, feathery black smoke molly with one white paw and pale silver eyes. she is mates with RACCOONSTRIPE and has recently left the nursery after raising their five kits; BAYINGPAW, TWILIGHTPAW, TIGERPAW, STORMPAW, and BERRYPAW. nightbird is currently mentoring HONEYPAW and TWILIGHTPAW. her former apprentices include LIGHTSTRIKE †, DUSKBIRD †, and PALEFIRE.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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