border SNOOZE — skyclan patrol/twoleg shenanigans

[SLATESNARL]

The charcoal Maine Coon proceeds toward the riverside, his new apprentice as well as other members of his patrol in tow. Slate had already shown Coffeepaw this area before as well as the typical procedures for marking their territory, so today was business as usual. He gives a glance toward his trainee, a signal to commence scent dispersion. It was an easy task, one that even a kittypet like him could surely manage. Slate, determined to keep a part-time pet from tarnishing his mentorship record, was a strict teacher who did not allow much wiggle room for messing about and slipping up on duty. It was crucial that Coffeepaw do what he was taught, especially since a RiverClan patrol might be arriving soon.

The tranquil melody of the moving waters was soon interrupted by bouts of giggling and whooping — whoever was making those noises was not feline. It took only a moment for Slate to glance upward and, lo and behold, brightly-colored puffy objects made their way into his view. They were coasting down the river along with the current and, seated within them, young twolegs.

"Get down." The lead warrior hissed to his patrol, his large form darting behind the biggest rock he could find. His mangled ears twitch uneasily as the sounds grow louder, his heart beginning to gallop as they grow closer and closer. Reluctantly, Slate peeks out from his cover, peering forth at the strange sight. What were they doing...?

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝘼 𝘽𝙄𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙇𝙐𝘾𝙆, 𝙂𝙀𝙏 '𝙀𝙈 𝙐𝙋

• @COFFEEPAW
  pls let me know if this isn't allowed but i figured it would be fun for both clans to witness some twoleg silliness :D

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  slate
  

  — he/him; lead warrior of skyclan
  — a hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
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[shellpaw]

riverpaw was still missing. each step is a reminder that he is no longer here, lost to the rolling hills of meadowlands and frothing water. there is no hide nor hair of him, submitted to the same fate as their star - confirmed late uncle ; missing. presumed dead until the day comes that.. it was no longer presumption. she makes her way at lichenstar’s heel and can’t help the bubbling of hope that builds in her chest each time the cattails part with their easy stride. they were to mark the skyclan border today ; in lieu of the campsite’s evacuation, their scent had diminished, replaced by the thick, acrid smog scent of fire and twolegs.

the trees open, reed splitting to reveal frostbleached form, curls of ribboned lilac frizzing at the spine upon hearing a familiar, grinding whoop from the riverside. her head whorls, sugared amber eyes locking onto.. color. bright, alarming color. her ears tilt, but twolegs are safer on water — where they were less likely to take to the rushing tide, less likely to look for them. shellpaw heaves a nervous sigh, glancing back toward the border to spot.. a rock. a rock with ears. golden eyes follow shortly after, revealing the uppermost bits of a skyclanner. they were all kittypets, right? golden eyes stare out over the waters in what shellpaw will mistake as longing.. this tom was beaten up, tattered at the ears. did he not have a twoleg? she imagines that would be lonely in skyclan. where’d he sleep at night, if not in his cozy upwalker nest? lifting her voice in a delicate stage whisper, she offers what’s intended to be friendly advice, ” they will take you! um.. if you want. there were lotss of kittypets at the campsite. “ not anymore, though.. so most needed a replacement anyway.

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

• i. mentor tag @lichenstar > : )
  
  
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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENTAIL ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, 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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