border People-watching | Riverclan patrol

[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

The last patrol to Skyclan had been… eventful, from what Snakeblink recalls from Willowroot’s report; he hopes this one will be different. Their alliance has been strengthened by the rogue’s attack and he dearly wants it to remain that way. Especially with Windclan doing… everything they’re doing.

Thankfully the cats assigned to his patrol today are nothing but pleasant: two young warriors and Bounceheart, who he knows as a pleasant, friendly sort of cat. The only risk here is… him, really, so he focuses on his apprentice and hopes the others can deal with the eventual contact with Skyclan.

”Here is a question for you,” he tells his apprentice, though he glances back at the rest of the patrol — welcoming their input. ”The river often freezes in Leaf-bare, making fishing impossible. Skyclan does not have this problem, but their pine forest offers little shelter for prey to hibernate under and many birds fly away in this season. How do you think they deal with this difficulty?”

With the hungry season coming, what better way to pass the time than by… thinking about its coming?
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ooc. information.

• Patrol tag: @CARP-PAW , @Catfishleap , @FERNGILL, @Bounceheart
  You're always welcome to post before any of them!
  
• — Snakeblink • he / him. 46 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[DOGBITE]

✦ Today proved to be a pleasant one, considering the frost that typically accompanies leaf-bare. The skies seemed to hit pause, the chilled gloom hanging heavy in the clouds, and the grasses felt firmer beneath his paws as he waded over them. What enticed the scarred tabby out on this day was the persistent task of filling the prey pile. Hungry bellies always rumbled, and Dogbite was ever ready for a good hunt. However, the scent of Riverclan subtly reached his nose, diverting his attention from the task.

Intrigued, he changed direction and calmly ambled closer to the scent markers. Upon arrival, he observed the passing cats, catching faint whispers of the words exchanged. Rather than interrupting their business, he opted to raise his tail high and wave politely. In moments where conversation wasn't necessary, Dogbite preferred the power of silence. His intention was for his actions to speak louder than words, as he put on a blanket of kindness.

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  ✧ 30 moons old
  ✧ skyclan warrior
  ✧ he/they ; single
  ✧ child of npc x npc
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✧ penned by tasmagoric

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[Drizzlepelt]

Drizzlepelt had a habit of always running into other patrols, but it’s enjoyable to catch a glimpse of the other clan’s lives. RiverClan has always interested him especially, seeing as he’s made a genuine friend in Mosspool. He has yet to spot her on a patrol to SkyClan, but that’s okay. At least their clans are friendly to each other overall, so he doesn’t feel that intimidated no matter who comes to mark their half of the border.

Drizzlepelt marches over to Dogbite’s side, raising his tail in greeting likewise. All the cats on the current patrol seem friendly, from a first glance. He then listens in to the lesson that Snakeblink is giving his apprentice, and tilts his head impishly. It’s not a question that he would be able to answer, were he not in SkyClan himself, so he’s curious how Carppaw will answer. “You got this!” The blue tabby encourages her, giving a friendly blink.​

 

[SILVERSMOKE]

Running into patrols often did not go well for the withdrawn Lead Warrior, who preferred that his home see his same isolation due to the trials and tribulations those outside of the forest put his home through. RiverClan had become a cautious tale for him too as of late, with his apprentice presumably behind him, Silversmoke moved to the front of the patrol, his bright fur blending into the remnants of snow that clung to the ferns. A voice parted the crowd, asking a question that tufted ears could not quite make out in its entirety - something about birds. Drizzlepelt's call caused the appendages to flatten momentarily against the noise, a bemused huff escaping him. 'Did you even hear what they said?'. His eyes squinted in recognition of a particular serpent poking its head out from between the fish, his head tilting downwards as he made careful note to track the movements of the other. He was a strange one, agreeable in some ways, too odd in others that the spotted tabby could not quite comprehend. "Snakeblink," he gave the Lead Warrior a polite nod in greeting, falling quiet to let the RiverClan apprentice answer his riddle.

[ apprentice tag: @CROWPAW! ]
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[FERNGILL]

Ferngill dutifully followed Snakeblink, no envy in his eyes; simply, there glinted contentment. Occupied with other thoughts, it took him a moment to tune into what the brown tom was saying- the riddle he posed to Carp-paw, who he was sure had the enthusiasm for it. No input of his own flitted into the fray... Ferngill didn't have any, really. He'd seen how WindClan dealt with the cold in the open stretches of land on the mountain, but... not SkyClan, really.

As the Pine cats began to drift into sight, casting encouraging glances Carp-paw's way, Ferngill felt himself release a breath he didn't know he'd been holding; they were friendly, for now. Or, at least not spitting insults over the water. Visibly, though, the ginger tom looked a little past them- for a familiar face. Any one or two would do... ​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[CARP-PAW]

Her paws were keeping up well today, she thought to herself. No thoughts dwelled on the past- only how pretty the frost had been that morning, glancing over the tree branches. Carp-paw was not hungry yet, and likely wouldn't be for a moon or so. Her vision lifted towards Snakeblink as he posed the question, and all of a sudden, eyes of all kinds were upon her flank. One set was familiar- Ferngill, who she considered a friend- but the pine cats were watching too.

Oh, that would be embarrassing- getting it wrong in front of all of them. She opened her mouth, then inhaled, exhaled, and looked back up to her mentor. Just do your best. And that's what she did- ears perked, she sat up a bit proper. "Well.. if the birds are gone, and prey is scarce on the ground to begin with, they hunt the burrows at the tree roots? Surely not... not all the birds leave, right?" Her vision turned to look towards the three opposing warriors with their own apprentice(s) in tow, and her ears lowered.

Please don't be wrong.

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• CARP-PAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, six moons
  ⭃ a shorthaired black smoke with blue eyes. her deep smoke colored mottled pelt making for good camouflage in the dark. white mottles her pelt here and there. born to riverclan, she lived peacefully until the rogue attack. sustaining a back injury, she's fallen quiet. loyal to her clan, wants only to make them stronger, but she's terrified of falling short again. the large scar across her back is obvious, and her once-curious nature is now timid.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ @dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Bounceheart]

bounceheart ✧ she/her ✧ riverclan warrior (=˃ᆺ˂=)

Oftentimes, she found herself trailing behind patrols due to distractions along the way - a cool rock, or maybe a plant that smelled funny. It would be no surprise to those on the patrol, that Bounceheart had gotten caught up by some silly thing on their trek to the border. But she would arrive eventually, pallid paws hurrying along once they caught sight of the others ahead. A smile would light up their face as they approached, giving the SkyClanners a bright "Hey there!" as they stopped beside Ferngill.
She nodded to Carp-paw's response, "I don't think all the birds go away, but enough for them to look for what mice they can find under the trees, for sure." The warrior herself enjoyed hunting for birds among the trees. Even just scaling up what they had in their RiverClan territory was enjoyable for them. Bounce found a lot of pleasure in the little things in life. Her gaze lifted to Snakeblink, expecting a response. ​

 

[Catfishleap]

'cause my girl's made of peaches♡—————————————————
Catfishleap was surprisingly quiet this patrol, something about the shorter winter days had her more in thought that conversation. Besides she would hate to interrupt any teaching Snakeblink wanted to do, so instead she just kept a pleasant smile on her closed lips. Pawing alongside the rest of the patrol her ears were perked high and her tail swayed lazily. SkyClan, unlike the other clans, were quite friendly to them, and there was little need for standing with a puffed out chest in her opinion. Even before the rogues Catfishleap had found SkyClan to be rather kind to RiverClan. Bananapaw, or she thinks that's what the apprentice's name was, had found her slipping on rocks so many moons ago and the two parted peacefully.

Now the patrol had turned into trivia, with a large audience. She wondered whether Snakeblink would be the one to reveal the correct answer or the other cats across the border. Personally, she was intrigued about what the correct answer was, while Pikesplash had taught her a little about the other clans he hadn't mentioned their leaf-bare hunting techniques so she was just as in the dark as Carp-paw.
and soft grass in the moonlight♡—————————♡penned by WriteAboutRadish
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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Carppaw’s response has Snakeblink smiling slightly, and he murmurs a quiet but proud, ”Yes, that is right.” He was never one for the pine forest — even before the drawing of current border lines, his mother disliked the scent of them — but he remembers the eerie quiet of treetops vacated by feathered prey from walking through this part of the forest in search of food for their empty stomachs.

Bounceheart pipes up with her own musing, and Snakeblink tilts his head in consideration. Yes, that sounds right as well — surely not all birds could disappear. Lichentail would know better, he thinks. Or perhaps Ferngill and Catfishleap knew something about birds? But neither of them offer up further information. Luckily he has other sources of information.

Turning to the few Skyclan cats standing on the other shore, he responds to Silversmoke’s greeting in kind and darts a quick, appreciative look to the blue warrior who shouted encouragements before rising his voice in a question: ”What says you, Skyclan? Do all birds disappear when the snow comes?”
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ooc. information.

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• — Snakeblink • he / him. 47 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[CARP-PAW]

Pride surged through her once again, and her ears slowly lifted. No longer was she slightly embarrassed behind watched by.. how many cats? She had lost count, but even Skyclan was sitting here and watching her. A smile was directed up towards Snakeblink, then towards Ferngill and Drizzlepelt. Carp-paw hummed softly as she turned, brushing her pelt against another grouping of reeds. However, curious eyes did drift back towards Skyclan incase they answered.

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• CARP-PAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, six moons
  ⭃ a shorthaired black smoke with blue eyes. her deep smoke colored mottled pelt making for good camouflage in the dark. white mottles her pelt here and there. born to riverclan, she lived peacefully until the rogue attack. sustaining a back injury, she's fallen quiet. loyal to her clan, wants only to make them stronger, but she's terrified of falling short again. the large scar across her back is obvious, and her once-curious nature is now timid.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ @dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Drizzlepelt]

Carppaw answers correctly, and even Drizzlepelt is impressed by how quick she is to solve the question. It’s not like it’s impossible to figure out, but her clan hunts almost exclusively in the waters, so an apprentice who has almost no experience in the forest getting it right is still an achievement. “Good job!” Drizzlepelt says enthusiastically, proud of her as if she were his own apprentice. He’s sure it’s nice to hear praise from a clan other than you own, just as well.

He thinks for a moment on Snakeblink’s follow up question, directed at them. He’s not been in SkyClan long enough to keep a close eye on what species of birds do and do not leave, but the truth is still that most do. Even he has taken notice of how the flying prey takes off for a long time as seasons change, from the farther reaches of Twolegplace. “I’m not exact on the details, but some kinds do in fact stay for Leaf-bare.” He eyes Silversmoke specifically out of the remaining two, as he’s the one most likely to know.​