border powdered dilemma ⟢ riverclan patrol

[FOGSHORE]

Fogshore was… surprised to say the least when Lichentail assigned patrols. She chose him? as a patrol lead? What a strange thing. He'd rather not be a patrol lead if he could help it in the near future. He's very content with just following after one of the Lead Warriors on patrols rather than leading one. He felt a tad bit nervous and awkward, though he hides it as he strides along in a steady pace leading his patrol to the bridge. The feathery chimera spots a light coating of yellow dust along the bridge, he blinks slowly. With a raised brow, "Huh, pollen.." he sweeps his mismatched tail along the ground lightly. He looks over his shoulder at his patrol, speaking in a calm voice. "Let's go, carefully since this pollen is all over the place... Don’t want to start a sneezing storm." He finishes, with an ear flick. Ugh. He knows what pollen is but it’s messy stuff, he’d rather not have it stuck in his fur.

He scrunches his muzzle up, as he starts tiptoeing along the pollen coated bridge trying not to disturb the pollen. He casts an occasional glance at the river, before moving across the bridge with light pawsteps. He grimaces at the tickle in his nose as he strides along, before making it across the bridge. He tilts his head down, peering at his pale paws that are lightly covered in the stuff. Fogshore all but wants to dunk himself in the water to wash this stuff off, but unfortunately he can't because he has a job to do. "Let’s proceed to mark the border. Don’t start any fights with our neighbors. Be civil.." He would instruct, he steps forward almost at the end of the bridge. The itch in his nose springs forth from the tom. "AH-CHOO!" Ears flatten against his head. He sniffles, eyes starting to water slightly and nose itching from just the light coating of the pollen. He shakes off the itching of his senses, as he moves on leading his patrol with an occasional sniffle.

MAKE IT LOOK PRETTY ✦ BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT

• ooc. @brookstorm @DEWCLOUD @willowroot (@Minkpaw!)
  optional prompt: pollen dusts the bridge in a nice thin layer... try not to sneeze.
• no ref yet </3
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  ( night-time swims are relaxing, no? ) FOGSHORE nonbinary, HE / HIM ; okay with gendered terms. bisexual / single / poly / sort of looking 𓇼 SMELLS OF FRESHLY BAKED CINNAMON BUNS AND DISTANT RAIN ; CURRENTLY 33 MOONS OLD. warrior of riverclan. ages every 16th. ╱ PENNED BY CALZONE ----------------------------------------
  
  a LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia a medium-sized feline with an elegant appearance. long mismatched gossamer, willowy fur hanging down half of his frame. he carries some masculine features, aside from that he has long locks of fur on the sides of his cheeks. neck fur draped down his neck reaching low towards his stomach. finally a long plumed tail, that drags slightly on the ground. fog is a quiet being but doesn't mind being alone with his thoughts. he first appears bored, with the neutral expression on his face. but he is friendly towards others if he deems them “likable” by him. he sleeps often, you can spot him napping in shaded places. he believes in starclan's existence though is wary of them.
  

  𓇼 HARP xx SASHIMI, sibling to unknown & older cousin to unknown. — LOVES HIS FAMILY DEARLY EVEN WHEN FAR AWAY

  ic notes: has light sensitive eyes, tilts head towards the ground. tends to squint in the sunlight, sticks to shaded areas </3
  

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[SUNNVAR]

It is not truly a surprise to see a new face in the lead along their border. They must grow tired of this, day in and day out. Though the tom himself does not have such a terrible reaction to the lingering dust across their territory, he lives within it. Consumed. Whatever he may think of RiverClan, Fogshore gets a cautious ear flick of sympathy. "You're lucky the river shelters you from the worst of this!" he calls across to Fogshore. The lift of his voice is nearly. . . watery, even if his throat feels dry with all that lines it. They are no friends of his, yet a wry smile still flits across the leader's face. A lack of friendship does not mean that he must be antagonistic. It pulls him back to earlier moons, where they shouted across the gorge to one another without true tension. A lack of understanding, a testing press of one clan against another, but almost precisely the playful competition that he had been comfortable with.

"Control your own noses," he warns his clanmates in low tones, head turned back. "We've no need to show them they're not alone in all of this." Sunstar winks and flicks his tail, and digs his claws back into the scratches he had left upon the bridge's post last time he was here.

⋆°•☁︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ╱╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝗕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 〚 02.11.2024 〛 𖤓

• OOC. let's see who wins the no-sneeze competition ig
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  SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN.   ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES

• "speech"

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Ever since it had finally been completed, Rattleheart had made a habit of checking on the Riverclan border tunnel. Perhaps it was just his usual anxiety, or maybe even a healthy dose of paranoia, but he wanted to make sure that it was still intact. That it hadn't somehow been found, or collapsed so soon after their hard work was finally done. It also helped to keep an eye on the neighboring clan, as he didn't trust any of them as far as his petite form could throw them. He would never be ungrateful for the relative lack of tension at the last gathering, but one moon's worth of neutral will meant essentially nothing after the scathing words that Smokestar had sent in their direction. Especially after he had made it so clear that he wasn't keen on letting anything go easily. It was really just a taste of his own medicine.

His ears flicked at the sound of Sunstar's voice in the distance as he yanked himself up and out of the nearby tunnel, turning and brushing leaves and flowers around the exit before he made his way over to the patrol's side. Though he made sure his apprentice was free of the tunnel as well before doing so, not wanting to send clumps of dirt and pollen into poor Downypaw's eyes. His own eyes were glittering with curiosity as he squinted in the direction of those on the bridge, trying to determine if he knew any of them. Their faces were mostly new to him however, prompting the tenseness in his shoulders to relax - at least a little bit. There was no sign of Smokestar, nor the deputy that Rattleheart had become used to spotting. Though her name eluded him at the moment, he knew it was something with an l. Leechtail, maybe? "Shame you don't get all the flowers that come along with it, though." His words were also directed towards the Riverclanners, though his rough voice was hardly raised to the same firm call that Sunstar had managed. He didn't much mind if they didn't end up hearing him.

Turning back towards his own apprentice, the lead warrior allowed his usually hoarse voice to drop back down into a tone softer and more manageable. "Don't be intimidated by any of them, alright? I know it's probably a lot considering what the tunnel was made for, but they're just cats like us." He then offered her a short nod, practically holding his breath as he moved to work on his own marking of the border alongside Sunstar. While he had practice with not sneezing thanks to all of the dust and dirt down in the tunnels, the level of pollen on the air was hard to contend with these days.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

• // apprentice tag @downypaw !

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• 
  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 50 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The pollen floating along on the breeze tickles at Scorchstreak’s nose, and it leaves the lead warrior wondering whether it is even worth it to stray outside of the tunnel system. There is less pollen down there, less risk of the indignity that sinks its claws into her when her own body turns against her to expel the pollen. Her sneezing had seemingly begun in the barn back at the horseplace, when sifting through hay had sent dust flying and irritated her sinuses. Now, the pollen seems to upset her nose as well, leaving her embarrassed each time it occurs.

At least she isn’t the only one suffering. RiverClan’s warriors seem to be experiencing the same sort of problem as they approach the twoleg bridge, and one of their warriors lets out a thunderous sneeze. Sunstar calls out to the other clan, and then turns to tell the rest of their own patrol to control their own sneezing. Unfortunately, this is the precise moment that the calico’s body decides to once again betray her.

"Pinkpaw," she hisses softly enough to keep her words from the RiverClanners, turning her shoulder to face the apprentice. Urgency flutters its way into her tone, eyes wide as she stares into Pinkpaw’s face. "Do something. Make a loud noise." She sniffs harshly, the tickling feeling creeping its way further into her nose. She’s about to sneeze, and can only hope that her apprentice will provide some sort of cover for her.

// @PINKPAW​

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