(⏾) the bright autumn sun lights their way as the patrol pads towards fourtrees. the willows and birch have been cloaked in gold and auburn, their leaves shivering in a subtle breeze. the tall grasses are golden, reeds trembling as they dry out. leaf-bare approaches, but before this, leaf-fall covers the world in its beauty. willowburn basks in the sky's glow, leafy gaze bright and alighting on her two apprentices, then the other members of her patrol. "beautiful day," she comments, whisking her tail up above her back as if to gesture to their surroundings. she breathes deep, filling her lungs until they threaten to burst before she sighs happily. thoughts of cold wind and harsh snow flit to the back of her mind, and she hopes her patrol members think similarly.
the walk is long but enjoyable, though certainly willowburn's paws ache by the time they reach fourtrees. the hollow lays empty, almost eerie in the daylight, when it is usually packed with multihued pelts, the moon soaring overhead. swallowing, the smoke tries not to remember the last time they'd graced this clearing, pikestar's blood staining adder's paws before the rogue had been exiled. "let's begin then," they order, tail whisking about as they begin to rub against the trees closest to riverclan territory. fourtrees central location means there's a chance they'll encounter any number of other clan patrols here, so the odd scent that reaches them does not concern them for a moment. after taking a beat to breathe, the warrior's head lifts, tall ears angling around. "we've got company," they murmur to their patrol, meeting lichentail's gaze. "non-clan."
it's almost shadowclan scent, but there's something more bitter, acrid. rogues, perhaps? although they've crept far into clan territory. beckoning their apprentices to them, willowburn knows hydrangeabloom and lichentail will look out for the two younger cats as well. "who's there?" they call, stance strong, back to their territory as they speak.
the walk is long but enjoyable, though certainly willowburn's paws ache by the time they reach fourtrees. the hollow lays empty, almost eerie in the daylight, when it is usually packed with multihued pelts, the moon soaring overhead. swallowing, the smoke tries not to remember the last time they'd graced this clearing, pikestar's blood staining adder's paws before the rogue had been exiled. "let's begin then," they order, tail whisking about as they begin to rub against the trees closest to riverclan territory. fourtrees central location means there's a chance they'll encounter any number of other clan patrols here, so the odd scent that reaches them does not concern them for a moment. after taking a beat to breathe, the warrior's head lifts, tall ears angling around. "we've got company," they murmur to their patrol, meeting lichentail's gaze. "non-clan."
it's almost shadowclan scent, but there's something more bitter, acrid. rogues, perhaps? although they've crept far into clan territory. beckoning their apprentices to them, willowburn knows hydrangeabloom and lichentail will look out for the two younger cats as well. "who's there?" they call, stance strong, back to their territory as they speak.
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any rustclaws members are free to post! this is backwritten to october 9th. patrol members are @Hydrangeabloom, @lichentuft, @BEEPAW, @Crescentpaw -
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WILLOWBURN ⏾ tags / toyhouse
⏾ genderfluid (she / they) / lesbian, mate of none
⏾ 35 moons old, ages realistically
⏾ warrior of riverclan
⏾ sibling to SMOKEWREATH
⏾ adoptive mother to BLOOMKIT, RUMBLEKIT, CLOUDKIT, BUCKKIT
⏾ mentoring CRESCENTPAW, BEEPAW / mentored by none
⏾ penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.
