Open Territory automated my senses are - [ RIVERCLAN BORDER PATROL ]

[Frostmoth]

Frostmoth moves with authority that he is not quite sure he fully believes belongs to him. He stands tall, but his steps are rigid and uncomfortable. He looks as if his skin doesn't fit him correctly, like a teenager who has outgrown their shoes. He knows that the eyes of RiverClan are upon him; he is a young tomcat who is inexperienced at best and unqualified at worst. He has to prove himself. Thankfully, he does not head up this patrol alone. It had been a slight oversight on his behalf that he is the one leading this patrol- it had been Pikestar who wanted to meet with Juniperstar if given the chance- but the leader accompanies him on this outing and gives him a sense of reassurance, though he would never admit that.

He is equal parts afraid and curious about ThunderClan. They had seemed far nicer than what Pikestar had described SkyClan to be like, but Frostmoth is still weary of newcomers and strangers despite being forced into a colony of them twice now. They push forward into more heavily wooded territory. This is the same place that Peachtrot had lead a patrol a few sunrises ago, though they now linger back from the sunning rocks that require a crossing of the river to reach. The bicolor pauses quietly, listening to the river bubble past them. "That's good hunting ground," Frostmoth murmurs to Pikestar, flicking his tail thoughtfully at the idea of how many minnows and other perfectly good aquatic creatures must find their habitats there. Do ThunderClan also hunt for fish? Perhaps they should ask.

Frostmoth turns to the patrol now. It's a good, solid group he thinks. No one that will jeopardize this meeting with strangers- should it happen- on purpose. "We should be marking what territory is clearly ours," he speaks, a bit low so that his voice does not carry over the river and give the wrong impression to their estranged new neighbors "Should we encounter ThunderClan, I think our best course of action is to be polite. We don't want conflict." He glances at Pikestar, as if halfway asking the leader for permission to continue speaking. "Besides, their leader... Um... Juniperstar, I think, wanted to meet with Pikestar in the first place. It could be a good opportunity for us."

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[PIKESTAR]

By all means the one who should be leading this patrol should be Pikestar himself, considering... He was in fact Riverclan's leader and had the highest authority. However, Frostmoth was the one who arranged the patrols (and forgot him) and so it would only make sense for Frostmoth to lead. Or maybe Pikestar was in fact a bum who was enjoying the fact that he didn't have the pressures of being in charge. I mean, come on? Making his deputy, who was much younger than him deal with this without any proper training beforehand? It's not like Pikestar had much experience either. Adderfang, Russetfall, and Smokewreath were more accustomed to forming and leading patrols. Oh well... This would serve as a training moment for Frostmoth, who was rattled while Pikestar happily hummed as they padded along to their destination. The patrol better be happy he didn't break out in song.

Anyhow, he continues humming while bringing a paw to the flower crown atop his head. He had worked long and painfully hard to make such a crown. Peachtrot had helped him in such a difficult task, as his paws had never done such a thing before. There were some wonky flower crowns left behind his den, evidence of his persistence. The one atop his head was the best one he could manage. Though... His paws were rather slow in getting the job done. However, he was quite proud of it. I hope Juniperstar will like it. I wasn't too sure about food... I don't know if she'll like fish, but also I don't want to give any wrong ideas. I dunno, Skyclan was kinda touchy about things. Thunderclan? I have no idea, but nice flowers and a shiny stone should be okay? Right? Before he can think any further about the matter, Frostmoth tells him about some good hunting ground.

Green eyes trail over to the sunningrocks. I mean... I guess? I wasn't really thinking about hunting. We've got plenty of fish and that's Thunderclan's rock? Looks nice I will admit. Imagine how it will be like laying on it! Carefully, the leader sets down the shiny rock he'd been carrying by his paws.

"Personally, I think its a good spot to sunbathe in,"

he answers. If Frostmoth questioned what exactly went through his leaders head in that moment, then they will continue to question him for the rest of his life. What was clear is that they had two different priorities about how the sunningrocks could be used.

Nothing else is exchanged between them. No, what happens next is Frostmoth giving each of them orders. Nice. Very nice. Sounds very good, yep, yep! No complaints here. He doesn't miss the glance sent his way, answering it with a confused tilt of his head and a hum. WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME? LOOK AWAY!!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! Thankfully, his deputy continues speaking. Catching everyone up to speed about Thunderclan's leader wanting to meet with Pikestar himself. He can't help but nod at the mention of this being a good opportunity. For one, he was not going to demand anything from Thunderclan. He despised it when Hawkstar made claims without having a chat first, so he would like to have a nice chat with Thunderclan and Juniperstar. Of course, he's not expecting them to tell him everything. But he hopes with the shiny stone along with a flower crown as an offering would aid in their impression.

Once his deputy was done with his little spiel, he decides its time for him to speak as well.

"Yep! Juniperstar asked for me, so I hope we can meet her today. If not, then I'll keep on trying! I would like to get to know our other neighbor too and hopefully they're not as mean as Skyclan. Last time I heard we trespassed their territory by accident, but they were super nice in not clawing anyone's face that day. So lets remember that. Like Frostmoth said, we don't want conflict and we should be polite too."

While nothing much was added in what they should do, he wanted everyone to be on the same page. They weren't here to make a fuss. They were here to try and meet with the Thunderclan leader and hopefully start off on the right paw. If they were unfortunate, at the very least they would mark their territory. I sure hope Thunderclan doesn't take too long. I'd rather not wait until nightfall for them to show up. It's more dangerous at night after all. Did we miss them? I doubt it, unless they like marking their own territory super early or something. It was be kinda a bummer. I worked so hard on the flower crown and deciding on what shiny rock to give wasn't easy either.

 

[PIGEONPEARL]

Pigeonpearl tries not to engage with her patrol too much on their walk, especially so trying to drown out the noise of Pikestar humming. She tries to curb her frustration and listen to the sounds of nature, but it only works for so long until eventually shes flicking her ears left and right as if she could physically bat the sound away. Eventually, they land on different topics and spoken words, and for that shes ever grateful.

She doesn't miss Frostmoths murmur to Pikestar, and Pikestars response. "Hunting grounds." she mutters under her breath, mostly to herself than anyone else, curled ears swiveling backwards. Is that all he thought of? All play, no sustain for his clan? These next few moons are just going to drag on, aren't they? At least leafbare is over. That soothes her enough, even if it were akin to slapping cobwebs on an oozing wound and calling it a day.

Silence falls over the group again. Her tail flicks behind her irritably, trying to keep the bugs away. Who knew being by a river in early newleaf would bring so many new annoying creatures in to her life... At least there weren't too many by the seaside, thank whatever higher power is out there... She feels something land on her side and she turns to snap at it with sharp teeth, spitting out a small bug afterwards, obviously not very happy. And come greenleaf, i'll have to deal with mosquitos too... Not just flies, oh, I hate this! Frostmoth speaks low with his orders and Pigeon nearly doesn't want to obey; the fact shes being told what to do by someone younger than her doesn't quite sit right against her ego. It's not like they'll hear you anyways! So what if they do, i'm sure they mark their territory. She resists the urge to eyeroll, instead tuning both Frostmoth and Pikestar out to turn her attention to the bubbling river. All is still on what is 'Thunderclans' side. She lifts her nose, and all she smells is the river.

No danger...? No prey scent, either.

She exhales. "Better hope she's not like Hawkstar." she grinds her teeth together at the thought; she hadn't been there personally, but oh, if she had been... As much as she thinks Pikestar needs to... well, be more of a leader, she will not take disrespect of her new clan nor her new clanmates nor her leader, as much as shes not quite a fan of the concept yet. However, shes happy to step off from the group and start looking in to the river for any potential catches. If they're going to linger here, she'd rather be useful than not.

 

[hazelheart]

(🜲) large paws pick carefully through the undergrowth, settling gently into newly left paw prints within the muddied trails of thunderclan territory. her patrol trailing behind her, she makes her way towards the rushing sound of the slowly melting river. "if we see riverclan again, be cordial," the feline turns to address the patrol, golden eyes sharp. "juniperstar wished to speak to their leader, so we must give her that opportunity." even if the river cats had traipsed onto thunderclan's stones to loll about and scare off prey. hazelheart takes a breath, shuffling through the trees again. they didn't mean to trespass, she tells herself, even as she grits her teeth. another clan in this forest already divided due to lack of space is not something the earthen tabby is in favor of.

flashes of crimson, battle yowls, the heavy, rust scent of blood filling her senses... choking on grief, dragged into the earth.

hazelheart shakes memories from her head, golden gaze fixing on the horizon ahead as the trees part, their barren branches bobbing in a gentle wind. as she steps out onto the stones, sun warms her back, soothing her frayed nerves as she pauses to brush her scent along the low growing grasses that weave in the breeze. as the woman pads to the edge of the rocks, she looks down upon a babbling river, greenery just beginning to shoot up beside it. in the rattling reeds, a small group of cats stand, muttering amongst themselves. golden eyes narrow, maw opening to scent the air. they smell like the others, and she thinks she recognizes the youngest looking cat. "riverclan, yes?" hazelheart calls, raising her tail in greeting. "greetings. i believe i met a few of you several sunrises ago. i trust prey is running well?"

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[PIKESTAR]

A black ear flicks at Pigeonpearl's words. It's hard to stifle laughter when she grinds her teeth. While he doubted she would make his job any easier, he selected her for that reason. She would voice her opinion, no matter how cruel it could be and he needed that with his council. Someone other than Adderfang to say what was on their mind and if they didn't, then they were very animated in expressing their displeasure.

"Hmmm, I doubt it. She could have let Peachtrot, Jinglemoon, Foxtail, and everyone else come back home with wounds. But we'll never know until we talk to her, so y-yeah. Lets hope she's nothing like Hawkstar."

Its not much comfort admittedly. Yes, Pikestar Thunderclan didn't throw themselves at us and made Jinglemoon's job harder, but come on! That was the bare minimum. He would argue: At this point the bare minimum is good enough! Considering what happened with Skyclan. He isn't able to say much more when rustling could be heard nearby.

While it should be assumed that the demeanor this warrior carries herself is from moons of experience, there is an mistakable air of power she carries herself with. Unlike Hawkstar, there is no air or arrogance that follows suit. The stunned expression on his face is clear for all to see, but how could he not be? This is the first time interacting with Thunderclan. Not only that, but they are not hostile in the same vein as Skyclan. Lets not forget they didn't attack Peachtrot and the others. I bet if we accidentally went into Skyclan's territory instead, then things would've turned out ugly for us. Yeesh, I don't even wanna imagine that.

In any case, he remains quiet as the stocky brown tabby who couldn't snap him in half like a twig addresses them and asks if they're doing well. That's... A pretty weird way of saying it, but lets not start off on the wrong foot. He takes a pawstep forward (ever mindful of the border), nudging his shiny stone with him. Perhaps the Thunderclanner thought him odd. After all he sported a flower crown of all things.

"Yup! Riverclan here! And you must be a Thunderclan warrior, right? Wowzers, you're impressive."

That was not supposed to come out of my mouth. His cheeks feel warm, green eyes averting to ground as if it were the most interesting thing he's ever seen.

"S-sorry, this is my first time seeing a Thunderclanner myself. I don't mean any disrespect! I'm just saying you're awesome. And I hope things have been going well with you and Thunderclan."

His words while floundering, meant well. If there was anything to garner from the silver leader by the Thunderclanner, it was that he was honest. And more than a little informal.

Get it together! I gotta make a good impression! For everyone back at home!

"My name is Pikestar. I was not part of the few you have met, but I am thankful. Thankful that none of you harmed any of my friends when we unknowingly trespassed your lands. My friends were able to pass on the message that Juniperstar wanted to speak to me?"

Silver paws slowly reach for the flower crown atop his head and carefully places it down in front of him, beside the shiny rock.

"Truthfully, I'm unsure of where to go from here. I don't want to cause any trouble for your clan or for you. I do have these gifts for Juniperstar. U-uhm, should we wait here?"

I don't want to order around a cat I don't even know. That would be terrible and that would make me the same as Hawkstar. Besides, I'm not entirely sure what stuff Thunderclan does. I m-mean. If Juniperstar wanted me to come speak with her somewhere more private, I don't mind. Just. I don't want any trouble.

 

[Torrentpaw]

- TORRENTPAW -

Not some average bones, I believe in love!

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟡ Torrentpaw padded along happily with his group, stopping to smell and stick his nose into the undergrowth every now and then. After a while, he bounced to Pikestar's side, tilting his head as he observed the tom's flower crown for the third time this outing. He had never seen anything like it before, and he had already complimented the leader on it prior to them leaving camp. I wonder if he'll show me how to make one too? He wondered, eyes bright as he stared at their leader. Torrentpaw admired his disposition--sometimes he was confused about what the tom was meowing about, but it just made Pikestar all the more interesting.

Slowing to a halt as they reached the river, Torrentpaw followed Frostmoth's gaze towards the sunningrocks as he spoke. The deputy could be right, but it sounded like thoughts that could cause more conflict than good if acted upon. Maybe Juniperstar would share?

Despite this, he meowed in agreement when it came to being polite towards Thunderclan if they encountered them. His paws fizzed with excitment at the thought of meeting with the Thunderclan leader again, especially since the others had yet to, and Pikestar was specifically requested. It could be a serious meeting, and he would get to witness it.

Ears swivelling towards distant voices, Torrentpaw's tail lifted friendlily as he spotted what he assumed to be Thunderclan warriors. They're here! He quickly looked over the group, lifting his head high and low to get a good look at them.

As Piketstar began to reply, Torrentpaw swung his head towards him, raising a confused but amused brow at his words. Tearing his gaze away from the Riverclan leader as he finished, he gave the Thunderclanners an eager nod, awaiting their answer with bright eyes.

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  A rosetted charcoal Bengal.
  
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[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WON'T SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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"If we see Riverclan again, stay cordial.'

Ghost grunted an affirmative, ears angled toward the sound of shifting water from up ahead, where the trees were thinning and the springtime sun shone just a little brighter. While he still had his reservations about their new neighbours, he wasn't exactly keen on starting a war with another clan– the last thing Thunderclan needed were tense borders with more than one group.

"juniperstar wished to speak to their leader, so we must give her that opportunity."

Obedient. Ghost wasn't sure where Hazelhearts loyalties sprung from or if she were autonomous to stray if needed, but he could appreciate her willingness to follow orders. At the very least, it meant he didn't have to worry about her jumping for a Riverclan cats throat.

Angry blue eyes and frustrated tears swam through his thoughts for just a moment as he recalled Thunderflash that night, but his attempts to feel annoyed were short-lived.

"They seem a friendly, sort." he ventured skeptically, not really one for conversation or gossip but knowing his silent presence didn't exactly lend much in way of 'team bonding'.

Getting close to these cats on a personal level was still the farthest thing from his mind, but he'd come to accept that there was a difference between 'completely avoiding someone' and 'being civil'. Exchanging words, showing up, making a small effort to get to know his clan– it was just a strategy, ensuring it was easier to work with those around him.

"Think they've met Shadowclan, yet?"

He wondered how Sable's group would receive another group so close to their territory. Not as close as the forest-dwellers, but close enough that a wandering soul could cause problems if they were ignorant or ill-meaning.

Soon enough the trees gave way to the grassy riverbank, and Ghost emerged with rest of the patrol to find that Riverclan was, indeed, present and waiting.

At least they've kept to their side. he noted, letting Hazelheart take the lead on introductions once more.

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thunderclan warrior- male - a towering dark tabby with a white mask and dark amber eyes.

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