Open Border RC A PEARL — RIVERCLAN PATROL

[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

Truly the Riverclan hadn't meant for the patrol to Skyclan to take this long, but life had its way with things. Maybe it was for the best that the patrol happened now than before. If it had happened sooner, perhaps they ran the risk of being caught in between the battle between SkyClan and ThunderClan. It would make things more complicated if Juniperstar had learned that Riverclan was there as well and ran off. They were not enemies and while they did have a Sunningrocks party.... His clan had mixed opinions on who they should align themselves with. Some wanted to side with SkyClan, not because of the code they knew, but because they viewed ThunderClan as bloodthirsty brutes. Others wanted to retain positive relations with ThunderClan because they haven't done anything to RiverClan. However, Pikestar knew that their relationship was held by a fragile thread. If they dared to look at the rocks for too long, then they would face Thunderclan's wrath. It was a complicated situation indeed.

A situation that would be dealt with later. Right now he looked rather silly with a flower crown sitting atop his head. It was significantly better than the one he presented Juniperstar many moons ago, but it still had ways to go before it could even hold a candle to the crowns the weavers made. Nevertheless, he was confident Flowercloud would like the gift. After all, she had expressed interest in weaving and RiverClan's fashion. If anything she would at least appreciate it until the flowers withered away. What she did with it next was for her to decide.

The journey to SkyClan's border was not difficult. What was difficult was the burning gaze from Galepaw. It did not help either that the boy had undergone a growth spurt. It was unsettling to have the apprentice loom over him. To make matters worse, Coyoteclaw had looked at the flower crown a couple of times on their journey. He was merely grateful that she remained silent. Although... It seemed like the molly was excited to go to SkyClan's borders for some reason. Littlebrook? He could feel disappointment dripping from a single glance. It certainly was a tough crowd to please, but for now all they could do was wait.

He turns to the patrol.

"Do you think they're doing better? I hope they have enough herbs for Leafbare."

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• PATROL TAG: @Coyoteclaw @Littlebrook @Galepaw
• PIKESTAR

  — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
  ♱ 42 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw
  ♱ speech is

  "#36D9AB"

  — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
  ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
  

 

[Coyoteclaw Coyoteclaw]

The patrol itself was dreadfully quiet; she would have found herself lightly teasing Pikestar for his flower crown - albeit in a solidarity sort of way, she had considered asking Peachtrot or one of the other weavers for a trinket or the like for a molly she hoped to see of the border. But, still, she held her tongue as Littlebrook and Galepaw were padding along too.

Littlebrook was good enough company, not a cat she was particularly familiar with, but respectable enough for taking on the apprenticeship of an apprentice when his previous one was indisposed with kittens. It was Galepaw himself she was... Offput by. The kid was way too tall, and piercing eyes and peculiar speech that sort of... Freaked her out. She wasn't one to wax poetic as it was, but a kid that didn't even flinch at the news of his littermate going missing was unnerving.

But she ignored him as much as she could. Instead, padding ahead to give Pikestar a small teasing smile. She didn't address the flower crown, but she did answer the toms attempt to fill the silence. "I would hope so, no clan deserves to go into leafbare struggling on herbs. We can always ask 'nd check on them if we run into any other cats." Coyoteclaw's voice always dripped with playful sarcasm ever since she began to get more comfortable with the clan, but it was hard not to playfully push the leader's buttons. It was all in good fun, she thought it was nice enough he could find some kind of companionship within Skyclan, too, just as she had. She would be a hypocrite if she weren't also hoping to see a certain molly on the border.

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COYOTECLAW She/Her, Riverclan Warrior, 25 moons.
A chocolate/cinnamon chimaera with low white and amber eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring no one
littermate to Dogflicker and Foxtail
NPC x NPC / parent to a none / mated to Brightnose
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Littlebrook Littlebrook]

There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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Littlebrook's sharp eyes followed Pikestar as he trudged along, the flower crown perched awkwardly atop his head. She couldn't fathom why he carried it here, at the SkyClan border, or what purpose it served. Her tail flicked impatiently, and her frown deepened. There was a hint of irritation that spread across her face before she shook her head. There was no need to get worked up over a single flower crown, the leader of RiverClan was a peculiar one and perhaps this was just his... Little way of spreading some positivity despite the bleary days ahead...

Finally, when he looked to her, perhaps expecting comment, she spoke, voice cool and steady. " I do not know. " she said, stepping alongside him with deliberate care, a bit stiffly maybe. " I do not concern myself in the affairs of other clans. They are… odd. Each has their own principles, whether it is by spilling blood or making a spectacle of themselves for a crowd. " Her gaze flicked briefly to Coyoteclaw, acknowledging their input with a slight dip of her head.

Her eyes returned to Pikestar, lingering on the flower crown as she added, softer this time. " However, I do hope that each clan is stocked with herbs, so there will be no thefts or sickness. " She sighed quietly, letting the remark drift into the air before falling silent, her gaze sweeping the surroundings as she followed, always watchful.

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