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[iciclefang]

Oh, how good it feels to relish the burn in her lower legs, the feel the scrape of earth against her paw pads! Iciclefang is sore from their excursion through RiverClan's territory, but it's a soreness she relishes, aims to prolong for as long as she can. Soon, I will be in good shape again, and such a trek will be like nothing to me, she promises to herself. She checks on Ferngill, Cicadaflight, and her boys after a heartbeat before moving her blue gaze to Pinepaw.

"Tired yet? We're almost finished," she says. "This is our border with SkyClan." She tastes the air — it's redolent with the scent of pine sap, with the bristling trees that ring their edge of the water. "It looks like we're just meeting a patrol. Be polite, but nothing more."

Whatever Lichenstar's infatuation with Orangestar's Clan, Iciclefang isn't keen to reciprocate her leader's overt friendliness. The tortoiseshell maintains her cool posture and expression as cats come into focus. "Well met, SkyClan. I hope the prey is running well this greenleaf." She inclines her head toward the mottled doppelganger at her flank. "This is my apprentice, Pinepaw. And these are Crabpaw and Cragpaw. This is their first time visiting the border." Pride flares in sapphire eyes as she names her kits.

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

• ooc: patrol tag @Pinepaw ⭒ @FERNGILL @CICADAFLIGHT @CRABPAW @CRAGKIT but no need to wait :]
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 26 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead 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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[LIONPAW]

The chocolate torbie point walks briskly behind @CROWSIGHT , making sure to keep up but also proceed cautiously as the patrol approaches the border. Lionpaw was extra vigilant when it came to interacting with other clans nowadays, perhaps more so than the average apprentice. He kept well away from the scent line, determined not to make the same mousebrained mistake he'd made with ThunderClan. It was not as if Lionpaw could easily trespass with RiverClan—he was intimidated by the river and did not dip more than his tongue into it—but he still vowed to respect the boundaries that the other clans had set.

Seeing the group of river cats immediately caused his gut to churn anxiously as memories of a furious, scary Skyclaw invaded his mind. He knew that he could not let past actions distract him from the present, though. It was time to focus!

Blue eyes flick from cat to cat; he's certain that he recognizes one or two of the warriors from past patrols, but none of the apprentices look familiar. "You as well." Lionpaw murmurs in response to the warrior's greeting. While his manner is not unfriendly, he is not overtly warm toward SkyClan's neighbors, either. Unbeknownst to him, these cats—particularly Iciclefang and Ferngill—had accompanied his mother on the great lungwort journey. He was regaled with tales of all sorts in his upbringing but of course he did not know the name of every cat who had made their way into the mountains.

After Iciclefang introduces the apprentices, confirming the fact that they are newly named, the torbie issues them a small nod of acknowledgment and nothing else. Hopefully they would be wary of borders and respect the Warrior Code instead of learning the hard way like he had.

𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃

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  an apprentice of skyclan, lionpaw is seven moons and is mentored by crowsight. he is the son of doeblaze and blazestar. an amalgamation of his parents, lionpaw exhibits splashes of ginger and chocolate tabby patterns against a thick, longhaired cream pelt.　✦

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[FERNGILL]

"Keep up the pace, Cragpaw! You can do it!" Ferngill cheered his nephew on, mood having brightened again since stopping off near WindClan- he could feel the strain even in his own muscles now. The thrill in Iciclefang's face was plain to see, too- how relieved she was to be facing the fresh air again. The nursery would be a nice break for some, and Ferngill did love it there ... but even those who didn't know Iciclefang well would be able to tell how eager she was to resume her duties. And what better way to do it?

And he had to say... SkyClan's border made him by far the least uneasy. They were separate for a reason, of course- but some Skyclanners had made good friends during the journey. "It's pretty hard to miss SkyClan's scent," he informed his nephew- yeah, the pine-forest odour was a strong one, and Cragpaw would likely be able to tell.

Iciclefang spoke to the Skyclanners- introduced all three of their apprentices, and Ferngill felt a little sting of disappointment that he didn't get to parade Cragpaw around himself- but hey, there were Iciclefang's kits more than Cragpaw was just his apprentice. The Skyclanner greeting them was reserved, didn't offer much- not that Ferngill particularly minded, for uneventful meant better things for RiverClan's general safety. he gave the young tom a nod of acknowledgement. ​

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

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Pinepaw was, in fact, exhausted by the time the patrol would arrive to the part of the river that ran against SkyClans territory. Yet, when Iciclefang glances at her daughter, there’d only be stubborn determination evident in slightly scrunched features. “Nope, I could do this all night!” The apprentice announces.
Pinepaw would kill to press her nose in a bed of moss and feathers right now.
The stirring across the river was now a familiar occurrence to Pinepaw, having seen many strange faces by now. She only nods, sunny optics focused intently on the neighboring patrol, eye contact only breaking to give her mother a small grin when she introduces she and her brothers. “This is the nicest one so far.” The apprentice hums to her patrol mates, careful with the compliment. This may be Pinepaw’s first time setting her eyes upon the pine-dwellers, but she still knew that this was the kittypet clan. Who just happened to have better territories than ThunderClan and WindClan. Pupils narrow in on Lionpaw, wondering if she’d be able to spot one of those jingling collars she had heard about.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Johnnyflame]

MY WORLDS ON FIRE, HOW 'BOUT YOURS?
THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT AND I NEVER GET BORED."​

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"Looks like Riverclan has some new apprentices." noted Johnny as he spotted the little procession of cats on the opposite side of the riverbank.

Apprentices were always hit or miss when it came to kittypets. Some took one look at the collar around his neck and had nothing nice to say, while other were simply curious. Johnny had long since grown to have thick skin when it came to the insults, but he was far from a pushover. The battlescars etched across his stocky frame were more than enough to attest to his courage and competence as a warrior, and he'd hardly stand to have a stranger talk down to him. Politics though, were tricky, and being a lead warrior even more so. He was expected to have a certain level of control and discipline when it came to dealing with situations like that, which could be difficult when he and his apprentice were both tended to be hot-heads with a lot of pride. He couldn't picture Sangripaw letting an insult go without at least slinging one back in turn.

"Mind your manners." he reminded her softly, though they both knew he wouldn't be truly mad so long as she wasn't the one to start it. Still, Orangestar was on good terms with the Riverclan leader, and wasn't keen on him or Sangria being the ones to shake that foundation. Besides, most cats were usually pretty decent when it came to border interactions, even if most of it was just false smiles and vague, surface-level conversation between neighbors not wanting to give away their weaknesses to one another.

"Aye, likewise! Although, I suppose your prey prefers to swim." he returned light-heartedly chuckle, offering the patrol one of his crooked grins before his sunny gaze fell upon the youth introduced to them. Future warriors of Riverclan- potential allies, potential enemies. "Fresh out of camp, are you? My own apprentice is just a few moons ahead of you. This is Sangriapaw."

He didn't bother to introduce Lionpaw, figuring the apprentice had his reasons for being so quiet and that their own mentor could handle it. Still, he kept mindful of them as he went about his business of marking his clans side of the border, clawing the the bark of nearby trees or occasionally pausing to brush his cheek against one of the few shrubs hearty enough to grow beneath the pines.

OOC- apprentice tag for @SANGRIAPAW

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[CRAGPAW]

The panting that huffs from his open maw is hard to miss as he pads along beside Ferngill - okay, maybe a few paces behind him. Like his sister, he isn't keen on showing his exhaustion. So when his uncle looks back at him to cheer him on he clamps his jaws shut and lifts his chin high, pushing his strides longer. "I'm good! I'm fine!" He assures lightheartedly, stubbornly. This is their last border, and after this he can go home - he has to keep telling himself that, and his tired legs. The scent of pine and the dense canopy of trees on the other side of the river marks a distinct change from ThunderClan's oak forest, and Cragpaw takes a deep breath of the fresh, sharp air. Ferngill's right - it's hard to miss their scent. His fatigue fades somewhat as he comes to a stop and admires the towering trees and the soft rustle of their needles.

When Iciclefang introduces the three apprentices to the SkyClan patrol across the way, he stands a little straighter, trying to show the best of his manners despite the weariness tugging at his limbs. He looks at Lionpaw, trying to read his expression. The other apprentice's reserved demeanor makes him a bit nervous, but he remembers his mother's advice - be polite. "Hi," He says with a forced smile. As the warrior with him speaks, he glances at him and tilts his head. "What's that around his neck?" He asks, leaning in close to Pinepaw and Crabpaw. He's never seen anything like that before. ​

 

[SANGRIAPAW]

✧ Striding up to the border alongside her mentor, the bright-furred torbie nods along with the lead warrior’s observation. New alternatives from other clans are always interesting, especially when they’re nice! But a lot of them aren’t so friendly, and she has to be wary of that. She’d once attempted to hide her bandana, whether that be by leaving it in camp or not wearing it at all, but now the girl refuses to hide it. Her name is different enough to mark her as a daylight apprentice even if the bandana is overlooked—which is stupid, because who knows what a candor or a fig or a chrysalis is, anyway? But she doesn’t shy away from being labeled a daylight apprentice, because at least she has a home and a family that loves her.

With a grin, Sangriapaw faces the patrol opposite the border. "Hi, I’m Sangriapaw," she says with a smile, friendly but reserved just like Lionpaw. She’s definitely minding her manners, at least, though she doesn’t have any desire to engage with them as much as Johnnyflame does. "I hope your apprenticeship is going good so far."

✧ gliding down the rainbow

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  SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
  ⭃ cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
  ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
  ⭃ mentored by johnnyflame
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 He’s getting so tired… but he’s determined to keep going, ’cause his mom would be disappointed in him if he gave up. Plus, he likes getting to see all the bordering territories alongside his new mentor, and his littermates. Cragpaw and Pinepaw both seem like they’re still going strong, so that’s even more of a reason why he shouldn’t give up now. As cats start to appear across the river, though, his energy is freshly renewed—the first one to show up doesn’t say much, but the next one seems friendly. He introduces his own apprentice, a wild-furred cat with a funny name and a strange thing around her neck just like the warrior wears.

The girl speaks up and wishes them well, bringing a smile to Crabpaw’w face. "Hi, SkyClanners! I’m Crabpaw!" He shouts at the trio, raising his voice to be heard from across the river. He’s about to say more, when suddenly Cragpaw speaks up from his side. His brother asks about what’s around the stranger’s neck, and the ginger-splashed tom leans in to respond. "I dunno, but it looks weird," he says, his voice actually dropping to a murmur for once. That doesn’t prevent his wide-eyed stare from being obviously fixed on the SkyClan warrior’s neck, though, and the weird thing around it. He’s never seen anything like it, either. Maybe it’s some kind of decoration, like how RiverClanners cover their pelts in fish scales and flowers? But if it’s a decoration, then it’s definitely a weird one.

i will sail ˚𓆛˚｡ reach the other side

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• CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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