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WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME
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periwinklebreeze 27 moons demi-boy windclan lead warrior
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With the gap between themselves and riverclan, Periwinklebreeze finds himself relaxing - not that the gorge is even rly free of danger, but at least there is no risk of riverclan pulling their tricks. He sticks close to his mate - reluctant in his weariness to part from them for even a moment more then he has to. " K-keep away from th-the edge, " he warns, not only speaking to his apprentice but to his niece and Sheeppaw just as well. " The g-gorge has t-taken many lives, " Mind drifts to his mentor with a wince - quick to avert his gaze. He'd rather not think of bluepool, not now.

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'
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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E
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// Prompt: The patrol finds themselves patrolling along the gorge. The proximity leads them to discuss how dangerous the drop is, and how many lives it's taken from both clans.
@Vulturepaw @FOXGLARE @Frightpaw @GRAVELSNAP @SHEEPPAW
 
-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- luckily, windclan's border wasn't doused in overzealous river water. she thinks that besides its... literal downfalls, the gorge is possibly to blame. it was more elevated, and water couldn't stand the way it did with no barrier. still, when the warrior peers over the edge there's a uneasy feeling that wells in her chest.

only when a green gaze flickers back up does she see the windclan patrol. carawaysong shifts her paws slightly away from the edge, opting instead to drag her tabby pelt across a bundle of growth. it was less lively than a few weeks ago, adapting poorly to the new chill in the air. she sighs softly out of regret for not enjoying the greenery more when she had the chance and moves on down the edge. riverclan had more important things to do than ponder the whims of plants.

"hello," she hums politely, the hints of a friendly grin gently tugging at her silver twinged muzzle. quickly, she then tries to think of how windclan had been faring. she hadn't gone to the gathering in some time, everything she knew was gossip. after the water levels abated, carawaysong makes it a point to remember to pay better attention. "are you well?" she settles on that, because 'is windclan well' may ruffle fur depending on the answer she hadn't a clue about. hopefully none of the windclanners were clawing at the grass to share their personal woes, and things would be kept light.
  • OOC ↛
  • CARAWAYSONG SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 14 ☾'s
    a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
    willowroot x poppysplash / / currently mentoring none.
    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.
 
He dutifully followed Periwinklebreeze, with a bored tail flick. He had been dragged with a patrol consisting of his mentor and a few others, and he hadn't bothered to even greet them with a simple 'hello'. He was more than a little peeved this time 'round. With all the stuff happening in Windclan, he was more than happy to show his annoyance with a curl downward of darkened lips. He lagged behind the patrol, with a twitch of a charcoal - dusted ear.

The patrol made it to Windclan and ...Riverclan's shared border. She doesn't really have an opinion on the fish - dwellers, since she has barely been to any gatherings. No time to make friends while being sick and all.

Approaching then pausing next to Periwinklebreeze with a slow tail flick. Sheeppaw lets bright cerulean eyes flick down at the rushing water of the gorge. The loud sound of rushing water sends a grimace to form upon her pointed face. "Duh! Of course, it have." The long - limbed black smoke scoffs out toward Periwinklebreeze, she bats away a lone rock by her paw. Sending it tumbling into the gorge. She winced when she outwardly snapped at her "big brother". "Sorry..." He mutters as he turns his figure away from the gorge. He lets his head tilt up toward a voice, before speaking with a shrug of his shoulders. "Windclan's err... fine. I think." A corner of his lip twitched at the breeze going through his downy coat.
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  • no ref yet </3
  • ( WHAT? THE FACE? ) ꕤ ‧₊˚. SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
    CLOSETED GENDERFLUID ; HE / SHE
    CURRENTLY 11 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
    undecided / not actively looking — mentoring none.
    a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
    thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
    may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    smells like night air & windblown heather
    — all opinions are ic

    biography / @ on discord for plots
    — penned by calzone
 
࿐ ࿔*:・゚ — Beefang follows silently after Carawaysong making sure that her apprentice isn't too far behind her as both of her ears angle forward with a frown formed on his maw. When she catches the scent of Windclan does it cause the fur along the back of her neck prickles as she swallows a growl trying her best to keep a professional appearance especially with her new promotion, so, she keeps levelheaded and cool despite the way her mind thinks about the Windclanner that had died saving her apprentice. She wouldn't be surprised if someone like Rivewhisper or Scorchstorm told everyone in Windclan that it had been her fault and if the patrol prickles or glares daggers in her direction, she would brush it off with a nonchalant shrug of her broad shoulders. Carawaysong, of course, asks how Windclan is doing and the bicolored apprentice is quick to reply after snapping at his own mentor. How embarrassing.

If Roepaw had dared to do such a thing then he would've been told to pick the ticks from the elders until the stench of mouse bile was permanent within his nostrils and the thought alone makes her stifle a snort. She brushes against the reeds to make sure the scent of Riverclan is bold against their shared border only to glimpse towards those across the gorge knowing that one of their own had fallen victim to it after they had attempted to steal from them. "Keep close." The black smoke tells her red tabbied apprentice as she watches the Windclanners with her lone eye deciding to let her clanmate deal with the pleasantaries instead of her, her tongue swipes across her lips carefully not allowing her posture to slouch.


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  • ooc — apprentice tag @Roepaw
  • WARRIOR SKILLSET;
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
    ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
    ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
    ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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    a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
    oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
    15 moons old; ages the 10th every month
    asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
    currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
    firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
    sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    peaceful powerplay allowed
 
Border patrols... they're Merlinpaw's least favorite, mostly because they're right up against the other clans. If you would have told him 'hey! we're going on a fishing patrol! get moving!' then maybe he might've been more excited, but border? No thanks, they have very little desire to interact even a little bit with the other Clans, thank you very much.

Carawaysong doesn't waste time once they spot a WindClan patrol making their way along the border, and she begins with normal pleasantries. Sepia eyes glance to the warrior, and then to the apprentice who answers her. Merlinpaw themself stays quiet, not exactly standing quite as close to the gorge as the rest of the patrol, their apprehension about getting close to it apparent, even if they don't say as much.

Part of them wants to ask why the apprentice who assures everything is alright in WindClan doesn't sound very confident in that answer. But they hold their tongue.



  • ooc - mentor tag @STREAMSONG

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  • (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 9 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
 

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ The gorge stretches open like a gaping maw, hungry and wanting. Vulturepaw needs not be told to keep his distance; he trails sluggishly behind Periwinklebreeze, unwilling to get even close enough to see the enormity of it. He shivers at his dad's words. Ducked behing his smoky form, they hardly spare a glance to the other patrol. At the least, it means that no RiverClanner will make any attempt to lunge across the border.

Their ear flicks at the gray-streaked warrior question. For a moment they think it's directed to them, hiding and wide-eyed - but Sheep-paw's quick response dispels the notion. "Yeah, fine," she mutters sharply. That's all that RiverClan needs to know.

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    "SPEECH"
  • VULTUREPAW he / any, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
    a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
    skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
    micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
    sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNIDsaturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.