border STEPS OF FAITH ;; skyclan mca arrives.

[Fireflyglow]

@DUSKPOOL @CROWSIGHT @Moonbeam
// Feel free to reply before the others do!

His paws trek through the terrain as pine needle-strewn floor soon gives into mushy ground, the sandy ravines thick beneath his paws. He can smell the scent of river water, hear the sounds of waves lapping at the tips of land. He knows from memory that there are stepping stones ahead, big enough for himself and his guards to cross if needed. But alas, he waits on SkyClan's side of the river instead out of politeness. In his jaws is clasped oak leaves, five of them to be exact. He had enough to spare, and knew that RiverClan would be most willing to trade for some Marigold if asked nicely. He sets his leaves down, placing his paw upon them to still them so the wind doesn't take his precious herbs.

Milky blue eyes glance back at his brother and Duskpool, nodding to them in kind. They were capable warriors, whom he knew would keep their mouths shut and prevent drama. He knew Duskpool could fight quite well, but he hadn't seen Crowsight in combat before. Still, he trusted the dark-pelted warrior to have his back if he needed it; Fireflypaw himself had barely been taught the basics from Slate.

He only hoped a patrol would come by, so he could ask for Moonbeam. He didn't want to waste any time.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 21 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Moonbeam]

She had asked to join a patrol to the border, ears pricked and eyes ever-curious to see the herbs that grow along the border that they shared with the clan that most openly accepted outsiders and kittypets. She enjoyed her small talks with the majority of the SkyClanners she had seen, small tidbits of conversation when residing within her camp brought back semi-fond memories despite the reason she had been there in the first place.

Though she knew that the other medicine cats went on patrols - she'd seen them plenty of times - when nearing the border to the pine-scented clan she had been surprised to see such a small patrol seemingly headed by Fireflypaw himself. "Hi Fireflypaw!" She'd mew out kindly to the other as she neared the river that separated the two clans. For now she wouldn't move into the water, wouldn't traverse to near to borders clearly marked even if the cat on the other side of the border were one that she could consider herself friends with - there was no reason to break codes at the moment anyway. "How does SkyClan fare?" She looked to the oak leaves carefully stepped upon for just a moment before they quickly left her mind - he must have been collecting herbs before stopping for a drink.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

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  MEDICINE CAT;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 12 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DUSKPOOL]

don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He remained silent, molten hues staring ahead at RiverClan’s side of the border with a subtle twitch of his whiskers. It’d been a while since he stepped paw near here — a reminder of travels long past when things had been no less peaceful than they are now. He hummed in response to Fireflypaw’s glance from over his shoulder, wooly tail sweeping against the ground to pull his gaze elsewhere, scanning the edges on either side with perspective hues.

At the call of their medicine cat, Duskpool averted his gaze to Moonbeam, offering a respectful dip of his helm in greetings, but otherwise remained silent sans the occasional languid twitch of his tail. It’d been decent weather, other than the wind rumpling his fur and internally wincing at the painstaking effort it’d take to detangle itself. A chore Duskpool wasn’t willing to partake in the foreseeable future until night fell over them, even then it was a debate that he’d have to make with himself. ​

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thought speech​

 

[shellpaw]

moonbeam was accompanying them today, her first venture towards the skyclan border ; the kittypet clan, she'd heard some call it, had a colorful border. the greenery seemed to only brighten as they neared, passing tall, odd - shaped smatterings of wood and long - stalked flowers. she supposed it would look better without the smatterings of trash ruddy eyes keep catching through the lengths of grass, the sharp and permeating stench of smoke wafting heavy from where their campgrounds reside. it’s difficult for her to learn like this ; the sour smell of twoleg forcing it’s way up her ever - seeping nose and blotting out the quickblood smell of prey around her. they seemed to be discarding the fish they caught just as much as they took them, though.. she would take the influx of prey, even if it seemed dubious. what would a twoleg even do, anyway? they’d all seemed pretty daft.

these cats didn’t seem to mind that, though. some of them even lived with the things, so they should know if they were bad or not, right? there wasn’t such thing as a good fox, only bad foxes. if there are good twolegs, the rest of them must be too.

she hoped, for their sake, that was right.

their first step from the cattail reveals a small patrol — a milk - eyed point flanked by two old guys she blinks dully at from behind scarred alabaster limbs, sticking close to lichentail and the place she was meant to be. her place was not the medicine den, and moonbeam’s affairs were to be her own even during their patrols. shellpaw was to learn. yet still, she offers a songbird, ” hiii, fireflypaw.“ in ghostly echo anyway, as fully unknown to the medicine cat apprentice as he was to her. she does not introduce herself, either — instead letting her eyes trail towards the side where color juts behind towerings of pine spiking the horizon. it is unlike anything she’s seen before ; almost scaled in look, with a square bout of rock spouting from its triangular top. when she speaks again it is to her mentor, a willowy breath of curiosity, ever - crackling, ” what are those.. big things back there? “

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

• i. mentor tag n speaking to @lichentail
  
  
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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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[Magpiepaᴡ]

Skyclan was an interesting thing to think about. It was a clan full of different walks of life from kittypet to loner to rogue and even forest born. At least that was what Troutsnout had always told them. The brown and black patched cat stalked from the shadows as their gaze flicked from where they stood, watching Shellpaw as she speaks to the arriving Skyclan memebers. Magpiepaw vaguely remembers the big footed seal point as their apprentice medicine cat and also seeing Moonbeam greet them they assumed as such really. Though the name was escaping them but it didnt matter at the point in time.

The apprentice moved from where they stood over towards the side of the young Shellpaw, and squinted up in the direction of her question. Those- things? They had seen them before from where they stood, but that was as far as it went. The name of it wasnt known and thusly they didnt voice an answer and merely shrugged despite not being the one they where talking to. Surely Lichentail would know right?

There seemed to be more pressing matters at hand though as why did this cat feel the need to come here? Did something important happen? Surely not- they didnt seem to be in distress from where they stood. Though they were terrible at reading other cats.
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"Speech"​

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Of A Monster​

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[FOXTAIL]

SkyClan— one of the two clans that live in the dense forest that borders the river. SkyClan, without a doubt, doesn't come close in comparison to their neighbor that also calls that forest their home. They are far more friendly and welcoming when compared to ThunderClan— the latter are fierce, courageous warriors who pride themselves with their deep connection to their clan. A loner joining RiverClan's ranks is rare.... he can't recall an outsider joining the clan that's been older than a kit. But SkyClan on the other hand, accepts all walks of life— loners, rogues, even kittypets. It definitely makes SkyClan stand out against the other clans, and sometimes he does wonder if the inclusion of kittypets actually benefits their clan. He definitely cannot imagine daylight warriors over here in RiverClan— not would traveling to twolegplace from here be more of a challenge, but no leader of RiverClan would allow a warrior to have a paw in two worlds. Smokestar definitely wouldn't allow it... a warrior must be fully loyal to RiverClan and RiverClan alone.

Foxtail pads along the patrol, eyes wide open for any herb that Moonbeam might need for her stock back at camp. Foxtail wasn't an expert in healing, absolutely not in anyway, but he hopes he can be of some use for their young medicine cat. His gaze goes past the border, and his olive green eyes land on twoleg nests that are somewhat hidden by the trees. White smoke exits the nest in the chimney, and the smoke trailing into the sky and blending in with the clouds. He can't possibly begin to imagine living in one of those nests— while it'd be warm and comfortable, he wouldn't have the freedom he has out in the wild. He pads after Moonbeam and Magpiepaw, and his nose twitches at the scent of SkyClan approaching.

He looks over at the patrol as they reach their side of the border, and Moonbeam mews a greeting to seal point tom on the other side. He feels like he recognizes him..... that's SkyClan's medicine cat apprentice, right? Their name was on the top of his tongue, but Moonbeam supplied the name for him with a hello. He dips his head in greeting to the SkyClanners, though he doesn't recognize the warriors that accompany their medicine cat apprentice. "H-hello SkyClan," He mews to the three cats, with a swish of his bushy tail. They must be on a herb patrol as well, medicine cats don't typically attend the average patrol. "W-what herbs should we be looking out for again, Moonbeam?"​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• apprentice tag @PEBBLEPAW
  
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  credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to kabliahk via insta for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  19 moons
  

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[Fireflyglow]

Owlish hues stare out into the air in front of him as he waits, Duskpool's presence at his side being a comforting weight. He trusts the two with him with his life, and if anything were to happen, he knew they would help defend him to the best of their abilities. Moonbeam's voice is an angelic one in this time of struggle, with the fox attack wounds still lingering on his mind. Fireflypaw's ears perk up as she greets him, an apprentice following shortly after and then a warrior right after that.

A gentle, friendly smile makes its way onto his lips then. "Hello, RiverClan, Moonbeam." He returns the greeting with a deep chuckle, lifting up the oak leaves with a claw to show Moonbeam momentarily before he speaks. "I have a proposition- a trade, if you are willing to bare with me for a few heartbeats. Is that alright, my friend?" It drips with with a tinge of desperation, his voice. It isn't like he was on his last legs herb-wise, but he knew there had to be sacrifices made for the better good of the Clan. He doesn't use oak leaves as often as he did marigold, and he needed marigold bad.

"These, my friend, are oak leaves. You put them on wounds to prevent infection from setting in. I reckon they might do you some good. I have five leaves, I'd like to exchange them with you for some marigold, if you have any to spare." He explains confidently, his big paw spreading out the leaves into a fan, shifting them around on the banks of the riverbed. He hoped she'd permit him a trade, for he couldn't go to ThunderClan and risk being scolded by his mentor. Not now. Dawnglare left him in charge of all things healing while he was gone, Fireflypaw refused to screw up just because he refused to trade with the other clans available to him.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 21 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Moonbeam]

Ears swiveled and flicked over to Shellpaw as the apprentice moved forward, giving Fireflypaw her own greeting despite having never met the apprentice before and a soft smile was given to the other in response for just a moment before attention was grabbed once more by the voice of Fireflypaw once more. When claws picked up oak leaves to show them she'd move closer to the edge of the river, ears pricked for a moment as the white moggie leaned forward to see better before an offering of a trade was made. Small hum left the medicine cat's throat, a soft thing to ask Fireflypaw to continue - she was interested in trades and learning after all.

When he did just that she'd listen once more, a moment of silence between the two as she did the mental math to try and remember exactly how much marigold they had before she'd nod her head and speak once more. "Yeah, I'd be willing to trade, I could spare mmm eight? If that's enough?" Five for even trade and three for the knowledge of what oak leaves were and what they did. Upon agreement she would turn to run back to camp to gather the herbs for trade to bring them back.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

• -- ignore how late I am to respond to this
• 
  MEDICINE CAT;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 12 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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