private Words of mine will turn to ash ❧ Patrol

[Florabreeze]

She would be the first to admit that she hasn't kept in contact with Honeysplash, keeping space from the queen- well no that's not true she's a warrior now. Florabreeze was used to at least seeing that cream and white pelt across camp, only in glimpses and never given the grace of their presence for more than a heartbeat. She was there though, and recently she hadn't been.

It had started off as asking around, it had become uncommon for the lead warrior to mention her these days. When no one had seen her recently she couldn't help but worry, the worry turned to pacing. The pacing turned to planning, the next thing she knew she decided to organise a patrol. Florabreeze had turned to three clanmates that she could trust at this moment, it helped that the three of them were free but she knew that they were reliable.

"When was the last time anyone saw her?" She finds herself asking as the scent leads out of camp and through the pine forest. Dread twists in her stomach like gravity was trying to drag her across the ground, that feeling only grew worse as her former mate's scent lead beyond the border. She was aware of Honeysplash's history with Twolegplace so she didn't really know why she would voluntarily go this way. At least she thinks it's voluntary? There's no second scent, so theoretically no rogue, predator or Twoleg seemed to drag her out here.

The further her scent leads into Twolegplace the worse that feeling of dread becomes. By the time the patrol reaches a dead end in an alleyway her throat feels dry and her paws hurt, did her paws hurt? Her head hurts or is it just a stinging in her eyes? Florabreeze is silent for a while, parting her jaws and then trying to sniff the air when that didn't work. It lead nowhere though… Everything just… stopped. There was no more scent but from what she could see there was no Honeysplash either, no sign of a fight or body around it was almost as if she somehow just vanished.

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• @DOEBLAZE @edenberry ?! @oakrumble patrol to look for Honeysplash in Twolegplace! Important to note that she will not be found

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 36 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[edenberry ?!]

They couldn't pretend that they were an attentive clan-mate to Honeysplash... they knew her in passing, the nurturing of yet another queen that they preferred to hang around with. That was their girlfriend's family... and despite that, they never found their footing right when it came to knowing them. Owlheart and Glimmersun had been far easier ins, ones already formed as friendships in youth before courting their sister.... Her aunt? Her mother? These were complicated... or just awkward maybe.

As their eyes trail the foliage for a tuft of familiar fur, they can feel the intensity of Florabreeze's hunt... the way she scours their path with an urgency that they knew meant more than just common worry. "Some part of me will still love her...." Their ears droop, looking away as guilt gnaws at their bones... as if they've played a piece of forcing their friend's torment. It wasn't like they'd spirited away the missing she-cat but...

Maybe the brown molly would've been able to move on if Edenberry hadn't pried up her feelings. The question slices like a knife through taut wire or maybe like it's meant to pry their skin from clinging muscle. It begs for someone to blame, to be laid bare for all to witness and sink their teeth into. "... I'm not sure," they mumble, shuffling after her as pine needles below transition to pebble and gravel passages.

Walking these paths are familiar, all tracing back to home. Tracing back to late night galivanting. Youth and exploration and mistakes. The trail ends... and they are all left to stand in the silence of their failure... and the lack of knowing that'll haunt them for far longer. "I... I'm sorry Florabreeze," stuttered and clipped with remorse. What more could they do...? What solace could they even find?

Visions of autumn dusted fur, wetted by another sudden loss strikes them and the reality of what they've deemed lost feels far heavier.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 〰 i want no more than this

• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 17 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
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[DOEBLAZE]

As with so many of her half-acquaintances, she had lost touch with Honeysplash somewhere in the long stretch of her grief. She holds onto a few fond memories of the gold-painted warrior visiting her for advice early into her stay in SkyClan, of a scarce few days together in the medicine den. Memories overlapping like scales, like birds in a migrating flock. Honeysplash's sudden absence hits home with the dull thump of stones upon falling stones, lost in a patter of familiar grays. She fades into a parade of the missing and the dead, even as bitterness settles thickly on her tongue at how easily she disappears.

" Nor am I, " she concurs hoarsely with Edenberry. Doeblaze tries to show in her actions what she cannot with her words—the concern, the urgency, the dull but decidedly there ache of a Clanmate's absence. She hopes they will find Honeysplash safe at the end of the trail they follow, but somehow she suspects worse. Suspects that she knows better. As pine needles turn to grass turn to asphalt, her hopes sink further beneath the horizon, much like the drowning sun. The trail goes cold and dead.

" I can't find her scent. " Her voice registers a low disappointment. Nostrils flare and her jaws part, her torn ears swivelling, but for once her senses fail her. They are too late, or maybe Honeysplash is; the trail withers like plucked wildflowers. Each inhale brings only the thick, artificial smog of Twolegplace, nary a hint of pine. Florabreeze stands in a solemn silence, going through the same pointless ritual as her; Edenberry stammers an apology.

Her jaw twitches into a tight line. Disappointment pools in her belly with the weight of poisonous mercury as they all stand with failure puddling unseen around their paws. Honeysplash is gone.

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[oakrumble]

-ˋˏ The brutish torbie could not deny Florabreeze the opportunity for closure, hurriedly following at the heels of Florabreeze despite the search leading to the Twolegplace. Oakrumble left camp with a heaviness in her heart, a preconceived notion that Honeysplash would not be found; Skyclan does not have the luckiest streak in recent moons, she can not help but be pessimistic. She would not be voicing this though, she'd rather follow at the rear of the patrol as the three follow the scent trail, if something were to go wrong, Oakrumble was there for support.

Edenberry and Doeblaze share that they've not seen Honeysplash, for which is the truth for Oakrumble too. She merely grunts in agreement, slashed ears lowering as she finally registers just how far they have ventured into the sprawling maze of strange dens. The sun dips beneath the roofline and selfishly Oakrumble worries they could be treading into the territory of the last face she'd want to see.

Florabreeze treads on, following a path which does not even have a hint of Honeysplash's scent. "We've got to reevaluate," Oakrumble chirps sternly from the rear, stopping in her tracks. "It's getting too late to continue." It does not matter if it seems cruel to propose an end to this (admittedly, now) pointless search.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌──HOW DO YOU SEE ME? ⋅⚘⋅ AM I WHO I USED TO BE ──┐‎

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  OAKRUMBLE ❋ she/her, warrior of skyclan, 56 moons.
  ☼ lh chocolate torbie, stout and muscular she-cat with an overbite.
  ☼ important relations blah blah idk
  ☼ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☼ penned by @ken_Unot, feel free to dm for plots on disc!

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