THE HUNTER ♡ Riverclan Patrol

[Petalnose]

The war between the rouges had pulled the clans to work together. Some even sparked friendships between clans and some still held unwavering hostility. Victorious fights led to camps being regained. Now everything was going back to order. Friendship meant no more than yells over borders and excited chattering at the gatherings to come. Now bodies sprawled at the bottom of the gorge.. bodies floated in their rivers. It was a sign of victory, an eerie and peculiar sign of victory.

Petalnose led her patrol with her usual confident strides. The patrol had lifted her spirits through their losses; Aspenhaze was there to accompany her and she had the opportunity to show her apprentice her strength and influence in authority. It was a sign all was going back to normal and the five clans were beginning to recover. It was a blooming bud in leaf fall. Her pupils fell upon Starlightpaw as she ventured forward; "Windclan border generally doesn't have many trees. Raking claws through the dirt is my preference." a confident tone of teaching and then it seemed humor arose within her expression, "Imagine if we could make our mark upon some of our kills." a stoic jest through relaxed lips, she glanced in the direction of Aspenhaze. Then to Cicadapaw, Saltsting and Coalheart.

Her attention then peaked over the gorge, seeking the lifeless bodies with an amused grunt. Empathy they did not deserve, the wretched souls did not deserve a groan of grief. With Windclan.. she believed the same. Her hostility was one to not falter, her trust was not to soften. Her suspicion toward each clan upheld her walls and made them nearly inviolable. Petalnose would not allow herself to comment upon it, shifting a curious glance of narrowed eyes in the direction of an oncoming windclan patrol. "Nice touches to your territory." It was neutral, wondering just how the clan looked upon the situation. She surely wished they did without the strange sign of victory, the same signs that decorated Riverclan. However, she kept her thoughts to herself, instead expressing impartiality.

// Patrol members tagged, but no need to wait!
@STARLIGHTPAW @CICADAPAW @Aspenhaze @SALTSTING @COALHEART.

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[SOOTSTAR]

Dirt covers Sootstar’s fur from head to toe, @BLUEPAW as always in her shadow looking similar. It was not often the two she-cats were found above ground, but Sootstar had insisted they check something out and… here they stood. The RiverClan patrol on the other side was a substantially large one, but it’s difficult to feel intimidated when the gorge kept them safely at bay.

Over the rushing of water she hardly hears Petalnose initially, her ear twitches as she ponders the syllables, in realization she glances at the gorge. ”Ah, yes.” Sunstride had carried out disposing of the bodies merely a sunrise or two ago. Seems RiverClan had noticed where they had been tossed. ”Why waste the effort burying them? They would not have done the same for us.” The rogues likely wouldn’t have even had the grace to dispose of them, their bodies left to the sun to rot.

”How is Smokethroat getting on?” Sootstar meows though not suspecting the RiverClan cats will give her much of an answer.

☾ INFO BATTLE

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  » Soot ․ Sootstar
  » WindClan Leader
  » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
  » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A high-stamina foe who can be difficult to hit.
  » Excels in quick, short moves.
  » Fights to kill and maim
  » Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Aspenhaze]

The first patrol with Petalnose in awhile, Aspenhaze is happy to be next to their mate as they get closer to WindClan’s territory. Comfort is something they are blessed with very scarcely, and while they remain on edge, (who wouldn’t?) they are just happy to go back to routine. It’s still different without Mosspaw to accompany them, but she would be a warrior soon anyhow. They wonder when they’ll get another one. It’ll be interesting to start fresh with training, teaching about boarders after being shared for a time.

They look down at the corpses littering the gorge for themself, and then chuckle at Petalnose’s remark. “I’m sure a few of the rogue’s pelts would look gorgeous strung along the boarder. Too bad.” A bit morbid, but the bodies were unsightly as they stay afloat in the tainted water. Seems WindClan doesn’t mind too much, they think as Sootstar and her child approach their patrol. “They certainly wouldn’t have. A fitting end, to be sure.” Even if it’s arguably a brutal one.

When the dark furred leader asks how Smokethroat is doing, they hum in contemplation. They had witnessed a lot of what their deputy has been through during everything, but feelings certainly aren’t something Smokethroat will freely discuss. Petalnose would be a better cat to ask, but they chime in anyways. “About as well as to be expected. He’s a great acting leader.” It’s admirable how he’s kept strong through it all, even if it’s only on the outside. He’ll be the kind of leader RiverClan needs when he is named Smokestar in the near future.​

 

[BLUEFROST]

Bluepaw slips from the underground after Sootstar, blinking sunlight and grime from green eyes. They’re near the gorge, and the fresh, briney scent of a RiverClan patrol alerts her. She pads close beside her mother, so close their identical pelts nearly brush, as Sootstar returns Petalnose’s question. Why waste the effort burying them? They would not have done the same for us, the smoke she-cat retorts. Bluepaw searches the waters below and catches an errant limb, stiffly chopped and swallowed by the current. Her mouth quirks at the edges, but she does not deign to smile. “They were filth who drove us from our homes. Who cares what happens to their bodies?” She shrugs.

It’s Sootstar’s question about Smokethroat that catches the young tunneler’s attention. Her whiskers stiffen, trembling only at the tips as she listens to the pale tortoiseshell warrior’s response. “So he is not Smokestar,” she muses in a lower voice to her mentor. “Still only a warrior.” She implies nothing, but the tip of her luscious tail flicks to and fro with interest.

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[SOOTSTAR]

The feline with the calico mask informs the tunneling pair that Smokethroat makes a good acting leader. Similarly to her daughter her eyes flash with silent interest, subtly she looks to Bluepaw to realize they thought the same thing. The tom has not gotten his lives yet, foolish if you asked her, the moment Cicadastar was declared dead if she were him she would’ve marched to highstones then and there. RiverClan was vulnerable with no leader holding their lives, but Sootstar doesn’t intend on taking advantage. WindClan has its own fair share of internal problems to deal with, they’ll save their strength for new-leaf.

”We best get going,” She meows to the RiverClan patrol, she has nowhere to be but she’s gotten all the information she cares for. ”Send Smokethroat my regards” She grins and turns tail for the tunnels, Bluepaw at her heels.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Soot ․ Sootstar
  » WindClan Leader
  » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
  » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A high-stamina foe who can be difficult to hit.
  » Excels in quick, short moves.
  » Fights to kill and maim
  » Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   He had not thought he would find Sootstar to be unsettling– in this moment, however, that is all he can label it as. Something crawls up along his spine, a tingling unease, as he glances upon her grin. A question briefly crosses him as their gazes meet. He does not speak it, nor ask that she stay. The two of them turn towards the tunnels and Sunstride cannot follow– instead he stands there, his patrol not too far behind, and gazes upon the RiverClan cats that remain. It is suddenly strange to see them with this water back between. Though their time in ShadowClan territory had been brief, he had been far closer to them than he had before except in battle. Now they were gone again. The closeness of the clans, shattered. It could never have lasted.

"Did I hear you call him acting? StarClan has not blessed him?" Did he not have the time to come? Unease ripples through him again. He does not know what the fear is, only that it does not leave. He turns to walk further along the border, mirroring RiverClan's path. Any who remain with him are asked to follow with only a flick of his tail. "Is your clan well, aside from this? Your prey plentiful for the time?"

𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.16.2023 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. —
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  —————————
  
  
  ——  a tall auburn tabby with thick fur and bright glacial eyes. sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond it, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of them. he radiates confidence and self-assured authority.
  
  

  ✦ NPC x NPC. DECEASED MOTHER, ESTRANGED FATHER. NO LITTERMATES. MATE TO WOLFSONG. FATHER TO BEARKIT, SINGEDKIT, RIVEKIT, SUNLITKIT, AND FEATHERKIT ——

• "speech"

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