Event Border SkyClan BUMMER DAYS ʚɞ herb patrol

[SWALLOWPAW]

windclan's border is an open wound in the earth. rocky innards that travel downwards for miles, ending with a shallow pool. a cat's only protection is the wooden bridge, and how much they'd want to risk venturing near the edge. the wind doesn't whistle loudly if you stand multiple fox-lengths away from it.

"i hate this gorge..." wind whistles in swallowpaw's ears. a breeze ruffles the edges of her fur, and she stretches her limbs out awkwardly to swipe some rush from the ground. the medic lets out a small grunt of effort, and she shuffles back into place, standing like she didn't need to make that much of a show. a skyclanner can climb trees all day and not feel fear when they look down, but a creepy gorge... it's haunting. "r-remember to uhm, not yank out the whole plant... it won't grow back and it'll uhm... cause a mess." she reminds her clanmates, looking over to see how they're doing.

herb scavenger — found rush (broken bones) @Sagesong @Swirlkit

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[MAREMANE]

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The wind sheared through her hair. Maremane sat dizzy-close to the edge, paws never skirting the stony lip of the gorge but standing close enough to be encapsulated in its force. All the while, thoughts ran down her mind and into the cavernous fall. This was possibly the most dangerous border of any Clan. She hadn't been allowed to roam in their territories (though she really craved it), but she was certain none of their perimeters were so officially cut and clear as the gorge.

Her ears fought to straighten, freeing from the gale pinning them to her head. Swallowpaw's collection was faint against the scream, a low-detected rustle. Maremane backpedaled as the colourpoint did, but still couldn't hear her instructions to her clanmates.

SkyClan was not a Clan she felt comfortable screwing with. They had been so certain standing on the other edge of the earth's wound. Not that she'd mess with someone that appeared to be a medicine cat either -- probably. She turned to depart, but her shoulders prickled with the eyes that had found her. "Are y'all ... alright?" Maremane bellowed, words attempting to carve through the gorge that swallowed sound whole.

 

[Swirlpaw]

Swirlpaw, -- 7 Moons / Skyclan Apprentice -- Ages on the 5th
Brown and orange tabby chimera she-cat with mismatched eyes.
Daughter of Milkheart, sister of Creamkit and Nutmegkit.

Tagging @SWALLOWPAW @MAREMANE

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Swirlpaw stared as the abyss, almost looming if not for the fact that it was a deep cut in the ground instead of a towering mountain. It was almost as if Starclan had taken a big claw and scratched at the ground from above, changing the landscape forever. She thought it was amazing. It felt so much bigger than anything she had ever seen.

"I think the gorge is awesome..." she mumbled to herself after Swallowpaw commented on it. After a second she perked up, listening to the reminder and asking, "How much do we pull out? How high up the stem?"

It's only the distant shout that brings her attention to across the way, head twisting to look into the distance, squinting. A Windclan cat! Probably? Right? This was the Windclan border, so... probably! What do they do? Was it an attack? But it's only one cat! Checking to see if they're alright! Not quite knowing what to say, she blurted out a big "HELLO!" to the stranger, then blinked and looked back at Swallowpaw, wondering if you were supposed to greet cats across the border.

 

[nutmegpurr ♡ nutmegpurr ♡]

Nutmegs solo patrol leads her to the gorge, and subsequently, right in the presence of Maremane. A pink-brown gaze watches the other curiously as she sits close to the edge, about ready to open her mouth and ask what the other was doing before she spots the cats on the other side.

Maremane shouts across regardless if the wind tears it apart and Nutmegs ears swivel backwards. Hmm… It's hard to hear, so close to the chasm below. She wishes it wasn't so windy.

HELLO! comes the response back and a low, almost inaudible snicker comes from her. If Maremane looks over, she'd make sure to drop the half-smirk on her lips. She will not shout across, will not risk going over the edge… But she picks up a paw and halfheartedly gives a wave, turning to Maremane. "Did something fall in?" was that the reason she had been staring? Please, don't be someone. She's not even sure how they'd start a gorge rescue…

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[SWALLOWPAW]

swallowpaw ponders on swirlpaw's question, nose scrunching up as she thought. her ears catch the distant chime of maremane's question, opening her maw to answer, but it's shut tightly as swirlpaw screams at the top of her little lungs. teeth clack together quietly and swallowpaw jumps at the startling noise.

"careful, swirlpaw! the— the ground could... fall." that's what happens, right? loud noises make boulders fall from the sky... at least that's what she vaguely remembers in the gorge.

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