- Aug 17, 2022
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Dawn paints the sky in splashes of pink and orange as the patrol sets off for the RiverClan border, a sunrise reminiscent of the ones he'd seen from much higher ground hardly half a moon ago. A journey ended only a couple of days prior, and it feels like so much has happened already in such little time, as he finds himself slowly piecing together forest-bound news he'd been absent from witnessing himself.
This isn't the first patrol he's ever led, but it still carries the weight of fresh milestones with it: his first as a lead warrior, his first led to a clan-held border. His first without Falconpaw at his side in a long while, he remembers with a sinking heart, the spot beside him empty as his apprentice still recovers from yellowcough's grasp.
As they approach the border, he can't help but think of his former journey-mates who live on the other side of the river — how was Iciclefang getting on with training Cicadapaw? Had Fernpaw earned his warrior name upon their homecoming? And the rest of RiverClan's journey-goers, were they doing well? There's a wistfulness in his silent questioning, a small hope for something over with as he wonders if any reunions will be made while they stand upon the border.
The young lead turns to look at his party, his gaze brightening at their arrival. "Right! Keep track of any strange scents," Greeneyes tells them with a flick of the tail, a gesture toward the trio to get to work on renewing their own. "We don't want any rogues trying to invade again, do we?" He thinks it would be useful, anyway, to double-check that the strange group of rogues is gone for good while they're at it.
This isn't the first patrol he's ever led, but it still carries the weight of fresh milestones with it: his first as a lead warrior, his first led to a clan-held border. His first without Falconpaw at his side in a long while, he remembers with a sinking heart, the spot beside him empty as his apprentice still recovers from yellowcough's grasp.
As they approach the border, he can't help but think of his former journey-mates who live on the other side of the river — how was Iciclefang getting on with training Cicadapaw? Had Fernpaw earned his warrior name upon their homecoming? And the rest of RiverClan's journey-goers, were they doing well? There's a wistfulness in his silent questioning, a small hope for something over with as he wonders if any reunions will be made while they stand upon the border.
The young lead turns to look at his party, his gaze brightening at their arrival. "Right! Keep track of any strange scents," Greeneyes tells them with a flick of the tail, a gesture toward the trio to get to work on renewing their own. "We don't want any rogues trying to invade again, do we?" He thinks it would be useful, anyway, to double-check that the strange group of rogues is gone for good while they're at it.
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// takes place two days after the second journey group's return!
PATROL TAGS: @QUILLSTRIKE , @Plaguepaw , @CHALK -
GREENKIT‣GREENPAW‣ GREENEYES, Lead Warrior of SkyClan
—Daisyflightx Raven Ramble
— AMAB; He/Him
— A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
— Mentored bySheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
— "Speech"; Attack
✦・゚: * — Born into SkyClan's first litter, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.