border six pomegranate seeds ࿐࿔ riverclan patrol

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• There are questions about their neighbors that sit at the tip of her tongue. Their absence at the Gathering... the hush of danger they'd mentioned when tucking Moonbeam safely back into their territory. It was strange... Near as she could tell, there were not dogs roaming nearby, had not heard the cry of wolves in recent nights. Were they being accosted by rogues, the same way RiverClan had months ago? Were the problems in Twolegplace that Orangestar mentioned seeping into their realm now too?
  
  Concern colors her gaze as it wanders the ripples of the riverside, padding along with a purpose. She ought to be relieved that Splashpaw is being given the good fortune to attend for once; at the thought, she is reminded to look at her. She'd been spending a fair bit of time with Pebblepaw. How did she know so little about her son's friend? "Remember... no spats. I'm sure... they're stressed enough... Anyone... know any good jokes?" She can name some pretty bad ones she'd heard Clayfur tell when he was alive.
  
  It might also take some of the glower out of the expressions on some of their faces.. though, Ferngill is never far from a smile at least.
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  speech hex code ✧ #6368A5
  
  ooc notes ✦ [thunderclan seems to be acting strange, do a few jokes lighten the mood?]
  tagging ✶ @FERNGILL @LAKEMOON @shellpaw @CRAGPAW @splashpaw
  penned by tieirlys
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[CRAGPAW]

Dutifully trotting between his mentor and his mother, Cragpaw excitedly follows his leader to the ThunderClan border. His tail flicks to and fro - how special he must be to get to go on this little trip! With Lichenstar, too! The she-cat sort of frightens him a bit, but the honor he feels at getting to come along temporarily washes that fear away.

Ah, but the concern on her face is a reminder of why they’re here. ThunderClan wasn’t at his first Gathering. It was a disappointment; he’d hoped to see all five clans in one spot his first time there…but oh well, maybe next time. His head tips side to side before pricking his ears to listen to Lichenstar’s concerns. His whiskers twitch thoughtfully - he has loads of jokes. “Did you hear why the boulder broke up with the pebble? I couldn’t tell ya - but apparently it was a pretty rocky relationship.” If anyone were to look at him, they’d be met with a wide, toothy grin, for he is clearly impressed with himself. Bicolored eyes glitter as he waits for someone to laugh. ​

 

[shellpaw]

it was awkward, she thinks, being on border patrol with splashpaw. she feels electrified, as if at any moment someone would be flinging a paw their way and accusing them of thievery or . . or something. the thunderclan border is quiet upon the opposite side — strangely so, the suspicious absence of thrumming crickets going unnoticed as she casts inconspicuous glances the dark mollys way. ivory - capped paws trot at lichenstar’s heel, the faintest sound of her rasping breath cascading above the rush of water separating their patrol and the opposite shore when they come to a slow stop.

but thunderclan hadn’t been at the gathering, which was pretty weird . . howlingstar had never given the impression of a cat that would miss a night of star - woven truce. even now there is a heavy tension in the air that she feels rather than notices — a deep weight upon her shoulders that tears rheumy eyes away from splashpaw and towards the dark woods on the other side. her whiskers twitch, swiveling a little ear in her mentor’s direction. they’re probably stressed enough . . her belly turns strangely, ” do you think they’re, they’re okay? “ a quiet question, tail flourishing beneath her upon breathing it into the open.

cragpaw’s mirth twitches a smile upon her face despite it , letting out a little giggle she tucks into the ruff of her chest. apparently it was a rocky relationship, ” oh, that’s — yeah. it was pretty bad. “ she starts with a purr, amber eyes gleaming with amusement, ” i heard the pebble was really taking that boulder for granite. “ groan.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[splashdance]

Splashpaw follows the patrol with a little too much pep in her step. Her ears twist like satellites, however like her fellow apprentices, there is an air of disappointment as she follows the scent line. She hadn't been at the gathering (obviously,) but she had heard of their absence, and it seems to extend to the border here. She tries not to pout (just as she tries to ignore Shellpaw's anxious looks towards her.) The jokes are welcome, even if they are a bit cringy. Despite everything, too, it seems that Shellpaw bids into the humor.

"That's a good one," she compliments, tail brushing against the ground. She admittedly doesn't know many jokes - most of her humor comes from being oblivious or slightly odd after all. Splashpaw tilts her head back and forth before giving it a shot. "Whaaaat did.... one tree say to another?" She grins again, "Leaf me alone...!" Well. That's as good as it gets with her.
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