Border Territory RC AMOEBA — BROOK

[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

Truth be told he didn't know how to feel about Brook, his brother. Granted, he didn't know how to interact with Kuhli either. The three of them may be siblings, but he knew practically nothing about them. Whatever life they shared together being separated eluded him. The only information he had been given was that it had been Brook who nicked his ear. It unsettled him. How can I trust her? It lingered on his mind more than he'd like to admit. However, Brook hadn't done anything that would warrant suspicion. She attended training lessons with Nightfrost dutifully. Maybe he made a remark to the dark furred warrior that came off the wrong way, but that wasn't a crime. Despite how uneasy it made him to remember what his sister had done... He had to admit Brook was doing well.

The clan didn't need him to turn away a capable warrior. Especially before Leafbare. They needed all the paws they could get. His own issues needed to be cast aside for the sake of the clan. The last cat I trusted ended up killing me. Okay, enough of that. For now, he leads Brook to the border between RiverClan and Skyclan.

"You said you were interested in patrolling, right?"

He turns his head to Brook briefly, before returning his attention to the trees beyond.

"This is where our territory ends. Right across is SkyClan's territory. Never set foot into their territory or any clan. You might be killed if you do."

He thinks of Rosebelly. Flowercloud's son who met his demise by Owlbark's claws. His heart aches for his friend. To lose a child... He's seen its consequences.

"Hawkstar leads SkyClan. Her deputy is Flowercloud. Don't expect to see Hawkstar around often, and if you do, she doesn't entertain anything that isn't business. If Frostmoth sends you on a patrol to this border and you run into a SkyClan patrol, keep things short. They're a serious bunch. Only a clawful of them will entertain anything that isn't business. In most cases they mark their territory and leave without a word."

It's enough, right? He's given Brook enough to go on in regards to respecting the border (or at the very least learning about SkyClan's first) and a bit about RiverClan's neighboring clan. Then again, he didn't leave much room up for discussion. He turns his head to Brook.

"Do you have any questions? Before I show you ThunderClan's border?"

I should take you to Fourtrees and the other clans too, but... I think it's best if I brought Kuhli along for that. The trip is long and I don't feel like taking you both to and from separately.

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• @Brookstorm
• PIKESTAR

  — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
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[Brookstorm]

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For all her posturing around Pikestar and the other RiverClan cats, Brook was attentive to the leader's words as they walked along the territory and towards a stream of water, far less wide than the one that she and Kuhli crossed mere sunrises ago. The alluring scent of pine - something he was only used to scenting as leaf-bare drew close and the Twolegs brought a smaller tree into the nest - wafted over the clear water, and she could see the trees beyond the border.

He listened as Pikestar explained the nature of the cats in the pines, flicking a pebble into the water to watch the ripples as Pikestar spoke.

"This SkyClan... Why are they so strict? Do they try and tell you what to do?" The question was serious, though the tone indicated a deeper personal joke, an implication of Pikestar being unable to stand his ground to another one of these Clan leaders. "But don't fret, brother, I won't go crossing any borders. This Hawkstar sounds like no fun at all." He smirked and flicked his tail, looking out across the border again. He'd half-wished they could see some of these other cats, question their opinions of her brother, but it seemed luck was simply not on her side.

He sprang up at the mention of another Clan, stretching as the two-cat patrol turned to the other end of the territory.

"Okay, so ThunderClan. What kind of cats are they?"

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  BROOKSTORM — SHE/HE ･ 43 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.