no angst this is where we rise // going for a walk

[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 26 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Returning to his duties is a peaceful feeling, comforting in it's familiarity even as the lead warrior is forced to pace himself. With the sun creeping above the horizon, he's content to weave a slowly winding trail, letting paws carry him whichever way they will. He is not here to hunt, or to fight, or to run - he simply wishes to enjoy the scenery once more. " It's p-pretty, isn't it? " he says softly, smiling lopsidedly at his companion

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// please wait for @SEDGEPOUNCE

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

It's been heartening to see each recovered clanmate crawl from the Badger Sett in the passing weeks. When Periwinklebreeze was deemed well enough to brave the moors again, Sedgepounce jumped at the opportunity to help get him back on his feet.

Their casual meandering is easy and pleasant—he hovers close enough to catch Peri should he collapse, but after the camp's entrance disappears beneath the swell of a heather-flecked hill, he feels confident enough to spare more of his attention to their surroundings.

"'Course," Sedge agrees. The sky is tinged pink from the sunrise, while low fog still drifts around the dew-covered grasses. Leaf-fall suits WindClan well. "The meadow missed havin' you around, I bet."

Dutifully, Sedgepounce casts a wayward glance to Periwinklebreeze's scarred flank. "Hardly the longest walk we've been on, huh?" he jokes. The Journey is long behind them, but its results linger even now. WindClan's ever-saving grace. "How're you feeling so far?"
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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Each clanmate who leaves the dark crypt of the badger sett is a blessing. Before—a year ago now—there had been too many who never returned. Now, the number of deaths is much lower, with only one life lost to the terrible sick-den. It is a comfort, at least, that there will be no second journey. No repeat of that taxing trek into the mountains will be needed. Sunstar and Wolfsong had assured the clan of that.

The deputy does not hesitate to approach the two toms when she spots them, feeling especially at ease with her journey-mates during this time. Periwinklebreeze may have made some questionable choices, but his past actions have solidified that he is as loyal a warrior as any other. Sedgepounce, however, has never been shaded by distrust from the calico. She does not speak, but her gaze trails back and forth between the two warriors. A spark of curiosity glints in golden eyes. Their conversation is casual, somewhat private, so Scorchstreak does not intend to interrupt in any way. If the two wish to discuss such trivial things as the pink-tinged sight of the moorland, then she will not disturb their relaxation.

YOU KNOW I DESERVE IT ☽♰☾ WELL, TAKE IT OUT ON ME

• ooc: apprentice tag @BILBERRYPAW @Brackenpaw
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• SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw & brackenpaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[BILBERRYPAW]

The morning is blessedly cool—a reprieve from the heights that Greenleaf had reached. Dew still dots the surfaces of the familiar moorland grasses. Bilberrypaw pauses at irregular intervals to inspect particularly large or otherwise interesting dewdrops, but he never allows the distance between himself and Scorchstreak to widen into a gap.

Not until his eyes find Periwinklebreeze's familiar pelt, anyway. Bilberrypaw bounds ahead—spares only a backwards glance to Scorchstreak to confirm that she had been coming this way anyway. He greets Periwinklebreeze with a rub of his chin to Periwinklebreeze's shoulder. Sedgepounce gets a wave of Bilberrypaw's black tail. The conversation—Bilberrypaw looks between the two of them, looks to Periwinklebreeze's scarred flank, and feels as though there is something he is missing.

"What's the longest walk?" He looks between Periwinklebreeze and Sedgepounce, expectant. Someday, he thinks, he'll have just as many scars as Periwinklebreeze does—have just as many stories to tell. ​

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[bunnypaw]

Bunnypaw, as per her usual, holds to Sedgepounce's side obediently. Their wandering is spontaneous, with no aim or goal - and while the young she-cat would rather a destined path, something about this stroll feels... alright. No promise of a border, of intruding on the lives of cats she doesn't need to know. Just... a walk.

She nods a greeting to her aunt as Scorchstreak passes them, leaving the overhead conversation to the two toms that've started it. Bilberrypaw, however, is more than eager to bid to his curiosity. Her ears lower as he edges into the warrior's conversations but she doesn't halt his tone, simply walking alongside the patrol as she should.​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 27 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Theres a quiet hum of acknowledgment, wry smile crossing his face - not the longest by far. " I almost m-miss the s-snow, " comes the uiet laugh - tail flicking. This time last leaf-fall he'd been surrounded by white - cloudy skies and glittering ground, snowflakes dancing through the air, far more then he'd ever seen on the moors. It's a fond memory, despite the circumstances. Eyes dart to his soon, and he hums tiredly " Th-the j-j-journey - w-we traveled t-through the mountains l-looking for herbs, "

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[BUCKFIRE]

Flanking @SCORCHSTORM , the chocolate tabby raises his eyebrows as the topic of conversation shifted from casual chit-chat to a journey ( of seemingly great proportions ). Buckfire couldn't say that he'd heard of this "journey" before ( or maybe he had. He's had a lot of information thrown at him these past couple of moons ). "The mountains? Just for herbs?" The moor runner chirps in amusement, trying to picture the moor-bound clan cats traversing high peaks. Not even the adventurous tom could say that he had navigated such rugged terrain before.

"Yer' a tough bunch. How were they? I've always wanted to make my way up there myself." He would one day, he was sure of it. Maybe he could ask Scorchstar if he could go on a special personal trip or something. Or maybe he just wouldn't ask at all. Buckfire felt that he was entitled to enjoy all of the sights and smells that life had to offer, meaning that he'd take matters into his own paws if need be.

𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✹ . + ˚ · 　 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋

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  — buckfire / 32 moons / he/him pronouns
  — windclan moor runner / shadowing scorchstorm / former loner
  — sh chocolate tabby w/ orange eyes, bite marks on left foreleg, nick in left ear & scratch on right side of lip
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