border THE WATER IS FINE ☀︎ riverclan patrol

[pebbletail]

(☼) he sort of feels like his mother has set him up on purpose. yes, hazecloud loves and supports him, and yes there is an undeniable presence of nepotism within her decision to have him lead this patrol instead of cicadaflight, or even blackfish. still, it kind of feels like she's also testing him in some way, seeing if her son's training has done him any good. as the blue tabby tom leads his small patrol out into the territory, anxiety chews at his stomach. he is used to this feeling, but not used to the reason behind it. bossing around older warriors, especially his very own cousin has the young man's teeth worrying at his lower lip.

the white-foamed tail sweeps across the ground as the new warrior leads his clanmates towards the rushing water. a new reason for worry creeps in along with the old - storm clouds loom overhead, heavy and slate-hued. they reminisce deadly rains, and elders' stories of a flood seasons ago filter to the forefront of pebbletail's mind. his sunspark gaze catches sight of the stepping stones, water frothing and bubbling around them, and a shiver trickles down his spine. frecklepaw's face floats in front of him for a moment, before it is replaced by mothpaw's. wearily, the tom turns to his patrol. "be careful by the river," he will caution, even as he knows his companions are more expert on the subject than he is. "water's higher today."

he allows his gaze to meet cicadaflight's, wondering how his cousin thinks he's doing. is he leading okay? should he be giving more orders? less? the tom glances into odd eyes, hoping to find comfort there. a swish of the undergrowth on thunderclan's side alerts the young man to the presence of strangers, and he turns, raising his tail in greeting. the still air seems to capture within it every word said, the rougher-than-normal rushing sounds of the river making conversation difficult, but not impossible.

LET ME BE YOUR OWN ☼ ICARION CARRION

• // this is set pre-flood! apologies for the lateness. patrol members are @CICADAFLIGHT, @BLACKFISH, @CRABPAW, no need to wait.
  

  [the patrol notices thick stormclouds overhead and a harsher current. with frecklepaw and mothpaw still fresh on everyone's mind, the patrol should take more caution]

  "#848DAE"
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• PEBBLETAIL ☼ HE / HIM, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 11 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblepaw's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[doepath ࿔]

There is a lack of oppressive stares that eases a weight off her shoulders... though she now wanders these borders with an unsteady limp where she hadn't moons before, it doesn't seem to dampen her high spirits. Ears turn back to listen for the tell-tale crunch of following clanmates, trying not to let the ambient noise spark a thundering heartbeat in her chest for all the foggy memory it stirs up.

The sound of rushing water is far stronger than normal, as if it's closer than before.... "That's odd..." Her head turns towards her clan-mates, tilted inquisitively as she asks, "Is the river louder than normal to you too?"

She can barely make out the hushed conversation across the way, signaling a band of fish-loving felines wandering past. She lifts her voice to a friendly shout, eager to finally be able to enjoy the friendly banter between neighbors. Now that Skyclaw's goons did not linger and spit from the sidelines to stay quiet. "How's the fish?!"

please dont leave me ➺ in the dark

• DOEPATH
  thirteen month old warrior of thunderclan
  she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes

 

[SPARKPAW]

Trailing right behind Doepath, Sparkpaw's head jerks up as he catches sight of the Riverclan patrol. Her question almost catches him off guard, not having previously noticed the conditions of the river. "Actually... it does sound off today." He adds to her original inquiry just before they're close enough to greet (and actually hear) the Riverclan patrol. Hopefully, the quick passing of patrols would continue smoothly and quickly, granting him a quick escape from the river; making him feel uncharacteristically uneasy.
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SOMEBODY WAKE ME FROM THIS NIGHTMARE ⋆ ★ ⋆ ITS NOT THE REAL ME

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• SPARKPAW
  ↪ sparkpaw / cisgender male (he/him)
  ↪ 08 moons / ages one month on the 17th
  ↪ thunderclan apprentice
  ↪ lh red tabby
  ↪ peaceful && healing actions may be powerplayed !! / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ tags / toyhouse / penned by halimede
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[STORMYWING]

// @COLTPAW @mottledpaw

Stormywing leads her patrol along the RiverClan border, her senses on high alert. Coltpaw and Mottledpaw trot close beside her, but her attention is on the dark clouds overhead. They cast a somber tone over the riverbank and the tabby can't help but feel a twinge of unease. When Doepath's voice reaches her ears, she turns her attention towards her. The warrior's limp doesn't go unnoticed, and Stormywing can't help but feel a pang of sympathy every time she sees it. She respects the girl's resilience despite her injuries, ever persevering just like her sister. Must run in the family. And the river's current was indeed harsher than usual, but nature is always unpredictable, isn't it? "Better keep an eye on it. It's not playing nice," She adds after Sparkpaw with a hint of caution in her tone.

As they approach, the warrior's attention is drawn to Pebbletail, a young tom she's seen around, leading his patrol on the opposite side. She observes him quietly for a moment, noting his nervous demeanor. New warriors, She thinks with a roll of her eyes, but there is no malice there.

As Doepath's shout about fish reaches the other side, Stormywing lets out a small chuckle. "I think they're doing fine," She murmurs to just her patrol, a lighthearted jest about RiverClan's stereotypical well-fed roundness. She glances at her apprentices then, silently urging them to stay alert. Despite her clanmate's attempt at friendliness with RiverClan, the bicolor knows the river could turn treacherous in an instant even if the patrols remain pleasant. "Don't get too close to the water, you two," She murmurs to them, her gaze scanning the water's edge as waves lap hungrily at the sandy shore.
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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 The gray clouds that lurk overhead spell trouble, probably. The boy has never been afraid of thunderstorms, not really, but when thunder rumbles in the sky it still makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. The river rushes past in a dull roar to rival the thunder that rolls through his memories, though, and Crabpaw decides that one is a greater problem than the other. He's never seen the river like this, he thinks. It's so loud, it drowns out most of the conversation that's happening on the other side of the water. A few ThunderClan cats stand there, and their mouths move, but he can't really tell what they're saying.

One of the ThunderClanners raises her voice to shout at them, and at last Crabpaw hears a snippet of what she's saying. Only… it doesn't really make sense. "The wish…" he murmurs to himself, head tipping in confusion. What wish? Crabpaw hasn't made any wishes lately, and especially not any that the other clan would know about. He's confused. He fills his lungs with a big breath of air and shouts in return, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Hopefully his words will reach the cats on the other side, but just in case he looks up to his mentor as well. "What did she say?"

give me a chance ˚𓆛˚｡ a single opportunity

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• CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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