pull the pin !! riverclan patrol

[lichenstar]

Walking past the long stretch of gorge that marked their borders felt like ripping thorns out of her paw pads with every step. If it wasn't enough that this was WindClan specifically, it was not aided by the company she was advised to bring with her. Her patrols was half-laden with cats that did not like her at present anyways.. and it felt all too intentional on Snakeblink's part. She would have to give him a warning that the next time he meddled his ears would not leave it unscathed...

How loathsome... to be plodded after by another lead warrior who clearly did not want her there. Casting a nervous glance past the Twoleg Bridge, she paused to look back at her apprentice with wary crystalline eyes, knowing that the other warriors would know better and did not need the lecture too. "Make your marks quickly... wouldn't want to be accused of trespassing our own side of the border..." It is said in a low grumble, one said with an eagerness to do her job and leave as fast as possible.

Those weird rabbit-eater and their hare-brained stares... no thanks. Plus, they were so frail and pathetic they're probably riddled with whatever this new sickness Ravensong had warned them about was. Best not linger to catch it.

Clearing a tickle that lingered at the back of her throat, the RiverClan molly flicked a tail to expel some of her anticipation, lingering just in front of Brookpaw if only to serve a living shield should their enemies appear with some grand idea to start a fight...

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@Petalnose @brookpaw @salmonshade @Ratpaw @hazecloud // no need to wait for these guys !​

 

[salmonshade]

Just as Lichen does not like to stick around Windclan borders, Salmon doesn't either. She had told Ratpaw to stay close to her side, trying to keep her on a leash but close isn't close enough- "Closer." she instructs Ratpaw, taking a step towards her. She pays no attention to any of the other patrol members, opting not to get involved with any potential drama between them. Petty squabbles do not interest her, she could care less on what they have to think.

Or, she would have, but she sends the smallest glance of sympathy to Lichentail as she grumbles.

"Border patrols are simple," she hums as she returns her gaze towards Ratpaw, nearly coiling around her akin to a snake as she half-hovers, half-stares. "Mark them so others know where our territory is. Do not pass other borders unless it is for help." and even then, her whiskers twitch as she remembers the betrayal Skyclan had given to them during the Sunningrocks situation. Eyes briefly flutter shut as she steps away to mark a spot, keeping a close eye on Ratpaw even as she moves away. I will not risk it.

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  -> salmon ,, salmonshade
  -> cis female ,, she/her ,, 30 months
  -> warrior of riverclan ,, former marsh grouper
  -> fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with low white and blue eyes
  -> “speech, ff91a4” ,, thoughts
  -> lesbian ,, single
  -> smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  -> image by @wrendoings [ disc ]
  

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[SCORCHSTORM]

@Badgermoon and his apprentice are active frequenters of WindClan's borders, and today is no exception. Though the tuxedo tom can grow busy in camp with his deputy duties, he always makes time for his daughter-- and for this Scorchpaw is grateful. It means they have time to catch RiverClanners at their borders, and it means they have time to make sure those fishmongers stay in line.

The flame-streaked girl toes their side of the border with bi-color gaze trained intensely on the opposite patrol. Their sleek, oiled pelts are pretty, sure, but Scorchpaw is not quick to forget that their teeth are as sharp and needling as the fishbones they crunch through. She's heard stories of the clan aiding SkyClan's cruelty in leafbare; she has seen it in RiverClan's victory over WindClan in their most recent skirmish. But her keen gaze also sparks with a knowing flavor of confidence. RiverClan will be properly surprised the day that WindClan's new tunnel is complete-- and they will rue the day that it is, Scorchpaw is sure. WindClan would pay back RiverClan's unkindness tenfold. Maybe she herself will be the warrior to oversee it.

Lofty ambitions aside, though, she is silent as she marks their side of the border with young, cream-dipped paws. Badgermoon is more suited to border banter than she is, as she is quiet even in the company of her clanmates. She doesn't feel like wasting her breath on cats whose tongues reek of fish and spite.​

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[Mouseflight]

Since the tunnel had started, Mousepaw had found himself wanting to go to the RiverClan border more often, gloating in his own silent way that they were going to get revenge for all the wrongdoings the cats who unnaturally decided they would be best for swimming had done. Though he wouldn't be sharing this foolproof plan of victory against RiverClan out loud, he did share a quiet glance with Scorchpaw, head nodding slightly in greeting before looking across the border, nose finding itself naturally wrinkling at the stench of the other cats.

He began marking WindClan's own side of the border, quickly moving forward before moving back as he did so, making (mostly) fake faces of disgust as he got close before turning away and going near to Scorchpaw once more. "You'd think with all the water they swim through, they'd not stink as horribly as they do." It was mostly quiet, though he wasn't purposefully trying to make it so the RiverClanners wouldn't be able to hear him. Whether or not they heard, however, it was obvious that he was talking about them.

OOC INTERACTIONS ✧.·:·.*

• [ooc]
• windclan (sootstar) loyalist
  dirty fighter/will aim to kill
  will bully anyone (some more than others)
  

  
  

  likely to attack first
  powerplay peaceful actions okay
  ping if needed in a thread
  
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  8 months old
  ftm calico -- he/him
  tunneler apprentice
  
  large ears
  always looks grumpy

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[Moonbeam]

The whole time they had begun their journey to the border, Ratpaw had tried to stick as close as she could to Salmonshade, eyes wide as they began to get closer and closer to the border, breath catching in her throat as she smelled the intensity of the other clan's scent along the border marker. She had wondered how well she'd be able to tell where each clan was when she got close to the borders, afraid that she might be able to miss it and cross over on accident, but now she knew that that wasn't a possibility, as the scent was so vastly different in the area.

Moving closer as instructed, the apprentice nod her head as she listened to the words Salmonshade spoke, following close behind as she mimicked the actions of the older warrior, helping to mark the border, wide eyes watching as the WindClanners came forward, one speaking to another as they, too, marked their own side of the border. Ears pinned back for a moment as Ratpaw watched the calico glance in their direction, but she looked forward and continued to move, keeping her mouth shut.

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• [ooc]
• ratpaw is a four moon old apprentice of RiverClan. Her mentor is Salmonshade. She is an all white cat with rounded ears and orange eyes. She is currently a weak swimmer, weak hunter, and a weak fighter. She is loyal to RiverClan, is bisexual and is currently NOT looking for a relationship. She is OPEN to plots and private threads, but CLOSED for injuries. PEACEFUL POWERPLAY IS ALLOWED.
• a reference image should go here (I do not have one teehee)

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[hazecloud]

Another trip to the WindClan border had been the first of Hazecloud's surprise. She wondered if the report Cindershade had given for their last stuck out to Snakeblink, if something from her behavior had impressed him or drawn his attention. Though it had been soiled quickly when she realized who she was to follow. Suspicions raised like snapping flickering flames and just like the Lead, she sought to make sure Snakeblink would think twice before playing his little games with her again.

She was not a pawn to be moved or paired. And stars be damned she would not let someone completely unaware of her and the molly's situation input themselves where they did not belong.

Hazecloud is quiet to Lichentail's advisement and parted a bit further away. She was the only one on this patrol without an apprentice anyhow, she would not get in the way of their teachings. She rubbed her muzzle against the foliage, enjoying the scent of the rosebay. Mousepaw had been regarded with little more than a dismissive flick of her tail, not looking to entertain the boy with any reaction. The other apprentices could participate for that squabble, if they wished to test their mentors patience. ​

 

[SUNNVAR]

He cannot help his chuckle to Mousepaw's comment. Though it would be best to still his tongue, playful shouts across the border have bothered him little throughout his life. That would not change with WindClan, even as the moons that he lived here lengthened on and on. Besides, it could not be said that the fish-breathed river-dwellers did not deserve the slight. After all that they have done, this is the least of their retributions. Still, he nods his head forward in a direction to @Adderpaw, urging the apprentice to move onwards with their rounds. With this distance between them, he does not immediately think of an attack. Yet twice RiverClan has pulled a clanmate across their border to harm them while Sunstride followed behind. Today would not be among them.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.10.2023 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: —

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023.  npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Mousepaw's comment earns a glance from the tabby tom as low scoff expels itself from darkened jaws. It truly was something he could not fathom how one could smell so bad and do nothing about it. His gaze fixated upon the river dwellers, glaring daggers across the way. He envisions Cottonpaw being dragged across the border, held against her will. Marked forever for all to see. It was enough to make his pelt prickle and his claws itch with the need to score flesh. For a moment he contemplates it, snagging one of their apprentices just to return the favor. They would receive their weight of karma through blood, of that much he is sure. Amber eyes catch the subtle shift of Sunstride's head urging him forward. Perhaps his mentor sensed his intention, saw it in the way his muscles tensed and coiled. Adderpaw's tongue rasps over ivory fangs, thick tail lashing as he turns stiffly to continue marking windclan's side of the border. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[SNAKEHISS]

Utterly despicable, the very sight of those damp-pelted, rotten-breathed cats who lived across the river. RiverClan and their pathetic excuse of a leader have tested WindClan's patience numerous times, at least in his lifetime, and tensions remaining dormant as of late does not change their past actions. First their aiding of SkyClan in depriving WindClan of life-saving herbs in the dead of leafbare, then their murder of Juniperfrost, and then their deputy's targeted attack on Sootstar's own daughter. They were menaces, the lot of them!

Pitch-black pupils narrow against viridian hues, watching as the cats on the opposing side of the water begin marking their territory as soon as the WindClan patrol arrives to do the same. A sneer forms upon his muzzle before he brushes against the nearest rock, gaze unmoving from those unsightly creatures. "Hmph. I wouldn't put it past those fish-eaters to so much as swim across the gorge just to pull us into their territory, with their habit of doing that and all." Snakehiss remarks aloud, uncaring if their neighbors manage to overhear or not. He almost welcomed them to try confronting them; he was now a warrior and no longer an inexperienced apprentice. The days of cowering in fear of larger RiverClan warriors was over.​

 

[Petalnose]

Though not pleased with the choice of pairings, she walked this patrol with her usual confidence. She watched Ratpaw slink and she aimed to give the young blood a nudge to the flank in reassurance as she passed. It frustrated her Snakeblink had to make the apprentice take hostile territory for her first outing. Hopefully, Salmonshade could reassure her more through words. The woman didn't want to overstep, hopefully her confidence and touch were enough to bring security into the feline.

Ears and eyes carefully moved to scan the territory with her head high upon her tall frame. Annoyance did strike her expression the whole trip, hardening as her attention pinned upon Windclan warriors whom seemed to be throwing disrespectful chatter towards each other. "Look, there are the thieves." Despite her cold and threatening gaze, she slipped a smirk. Claws unsheathed as she placed them upon the dirt to mark, dragging them down as if she was slashing into the body of an enemy. A simple tease to the windclanners and humor into her patrol.

//rushed before work post! Tags​

 

[lichenstar]

If half of their patrol weren't measly little brats, Lichentail might consider actually bothering to listen to a single whisper they dared to spit in their direction. But... alas... if nothing else resembled them closer to rabbits, it was their need to have a metric ton of children running around their moors. Salmonshade is doing well enough to instruct the young Ratpaw on how these things worked.... and it is with great hesitation they both creep close enough to the border to properly mark it. The blue point does not hesitate to make sure they stand as a stubborn guard beside the two, casting a glance to Petalnose as the other lead warrior hisses a jab.

Thieves... Lichentail couldn't deny they were better morally than being thieves but in extremely recent history... they'd been smart to stay on their side of the bridge. Smokethroat had made that lesson painfully clear. A small hum of pride for their gutsy deputy, they turned again to move a few paces ahead, flicking a crooked tail in an effort to move her patrol along.

As much as she'd love to linger and let her party antagonize the heather-breath felines across the gorge, every moment she stood her made more of her hairs stand on end in fearful anticipation. She'd do anything to avoid the albino that resided like an ever-present demon seeking to haunt her. A threat, ever ringing in a torn ear.

"They won't get close enough to try to steal," they meow flatly, "Not since the Rabbit Queen let one of her kits wander too close." It hardly mattered if that pale-furred girl was a medicine cat's apprentice now... Lichentail wouldn't be surprised if that was a trick dowsed in a heavy helping of nepotism just to be sure Cottonpaw never had a chance to suffer being caught unawares again.

"Let's wrap up and move along. If nothing else, it's only their mouse-brained apprentices that have the gall enough to try to pick a fight... they've hardly shed their kitten teeth so they aren't a threat worth acknowledging." Eyeing Snakehiss as they spoke, it was clear they intended to lump the new warrior in with the other children, seeing no point in validating him as a real warrior.​