- Oct 17, 2022
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MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————
A promise is a promise: as soon as the torrent of questions from the former ripple cats dries up, Snakeblink marshals his ragtag group of trainees out of the camp for a tour of their new territory’s boundaries. Although it is clearly delineated by the river from which the clan takes its name, he knows there is always a period of acclimation for loners used to free roaming. He was never one to stray far from his kin, but he remembers how stifling it felt at first to be separated from the marshes of his early kithood by nothing but invisible brambles and other clans’ claims.
”In time you will come to know this territory as well as the back of your paw, but I imagine the concept of borders may be a tad nebulous at the moment,” he hums, glancing back at the cats he’s guiding. ”A good rule of paw to remember is that Riverclan territory ends with the water: the river is ours to use as we see fit, but a single step on the other shore is a step on another’s clan territory.”
He started this impromptu patrol at their border with the twolegplace and proceeded upstream in the optics of eventually looping back around to camp. He also elected not to mention the problem of Sunningrock for now; since it’s not their territory at the moment, his initial explanation stands.
The rumble of the waterfalls crashing into the river below thrums in the air, and the stone arch of the twoleg bridge rises in sight. Out of habit he leans down to brush his cheek against the bridge as they reach it, applying the river scent anew where it had started growing faint. Their long absence means border patrols will need to be zealous for the near future.
”Along with the twolegplace, this bridge is our only land border: our territory ends where it ends.” He points each direction in turn: ”Thunderclan territory is over there, and Windclan’s starts on this side. Straight ahead is the path to Fourtrees, which is neutral ground.” Another glance back, tilting his head patiently. ”Any questions?” Curious as they are, he assumes they will have some.
”In time you will come to know this territory as well as the back of your paw, but I imagine the concept of borders may be a tad nebulous at the moment,” he hums, glancing back at the cats he’s guiding. ”A good rule of paw to remember is that Riverclan territory ends with the water: the river is ours to use as we see fit, but a single step on the other shore is a step on another’s clan territory.”
He started this impromptu patrol at their border with the twolegplace and proceeded upstream in the optics of eventually looping back around to camp. He also elected not to mention the problem of Sunningrock for now; since it’s not their territory at the moment, his initial explanation stands.
The rumble of the waterfalls crashing into the river below thrums in the air, and the stone arch of the twoleg bridge rises in sight. Out of habit he leans down to brush his cheek against the bridge as they reach it, applying the river scent anew where it had started growing faint. Their long absence means border patrols will need to be zealous for the near future.
”Along with the twolegplace, this bridge is our only land border: our territory ends where it ends.” He points each direction in turn: ”Thunderclan territory is over there, and Windclan’s starts on this side. Straight ahead is the path to Fourtrees, which is neutral ground.” Another glance back, tilting his head patiently. ”Any questions?” Curious as they are, he assumes they will have some.
——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely
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Set right after THIS thread! Snake has taken all the former Ripple Colony cats on a tour of the borders, but anyone else is welcome to have tagged along :]
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— 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
