Open Border RiverClan Kittypet But I don't need to know you to trust you || Riverclan patrol

[Coyoteclaw Coyoteclaw]

{$title} Fourtress is technically unclaimed land, meaning anybody can go there. Lots of cats use this space as communal meeting grounds. Your patrol just so happens to meet some pretty kitties from the infamous WarriorClan on this patrol!

———————————— 'Cause everything moves, everything pulses. ✦

Coyoteclaw had many a surprise fall into her paws the last moon, where she once hung in the background of the clan, with every passing day, more cats recognised her presence and activity.

It wasn't as if she had gone out of her way to do anything grand; she had been training daily with Scalepaw, training her with a kind yet firm paw to play to her strengths and work on her weaknesses. She hunted her keep for the clan, kept a passive eye on the younger cats and tagged along for border patrols (Often to try to catch a glimpse of Stilldream when passing by Thunderclan).

So even now her surprise was still palpable when her name was uttered in the patrol meeting, not as an assignment but a lead. All the others led by one of the council, which was why when Pikestar was under her lead felt... Peculiar. She wasn't ignorant of the frankly strange treatment their leader had received in the wake of the raid.

It was one thing to be upset, she was still a little apprehensive of him after snapping at her apprentice in the past, but it wasn't like he was above them all. Yeah, maybe he was chosen by Starclan or whatever, but he still made mistakes like the rest of them. So, him being held to an overly high standard compared to the rest of them felt weird.

She collected all the cats in her patrol, and they began to make their way towards the central no-man's-land of the territories. "Scalepaw, Iciclepaw, make sure to keep your eyes out. Fourtree's is neutral ground, but all the clans use it as a crossing ground, so there could be any sort of cats here." Her voice was steady yet commanding; she didn't want to frighten the already rather jumpy pair, but better safe than sorry. "But be polite, there's no need to start issues."

There was no saying who they would run into there, and if it was Shadowclan, well, she wouldn't be as quick to try to hold the rest back if they even looked at the two younger cats in their midst. But they didn't need to worry about that; Littlebrook and Pikestar would handle any such issues.

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The travel to Fourtrees was simple and surprisingly peaceful. She had found small talk with Pikestar about their apprentice's training, opting to avoid any mention of the raid for everyone's peace of mind. The opening at the centre of the territories was beautiful, catching Coyoteclaw off guard really.

"This place is rather nice, is there any reason why no clan has claimed it yet?" She wondered, outloud. Their task was simple, just scout the area, see the passages between clans and the general location of all five clans in relation to each other. Maybe have a pleasant conversation with any clan cats they come across.

She lifted her head and breathed the air of the neutral land, a weird mismatch of so many scents, some familiar, some distant and weak, and the slightest glimpse of... Something completely unfamiliar? Her fur bristled, hoping it was a trick of the wind with the mixing of clan scent. But... Just in case...

The chimaera padded up to Pikestar and Littlebrook, glancing over her shoulder. "I can't trust my own nose, did you catch that weird scent too?"

— So many angles, so many lines,

So many ways to see the sunrise. —

• ooooo warriorclan come say hiii oooo you know you wanna
  Tags: @scalepaw, @PIKESTAR, @Iciclepaw, @Littlebrook
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  Coyoteclaw
  ✦—Riverclan Warrior | 20 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A chocolate/cinnamon chimaera with low white, and amber eyes.
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[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 had been quiet on the walk, padding close to Pikestar but letting the others lead conversation. The tension of recent moons still lingered in her muscles, even if she carried it with a patient grace. But Fourtrees… it was beautiful. Majestic, even. She paused on a flat stretch of rock to glance up at the ancient oaks, golden light filtering between their leaves. She was just about to respond to Coyoteclaw's musings when a change on the breeze prickled at her nose. Her head tilted slightly, brow furrowing. She lifted her muzzle and inhaled again, more purposefully this time.

That wasn't just old ThunderClan. Nor WindClan's fleeting grass-scents. There was something… sharper. Warmer. Not marsh, not moor, not stone, not forest. Something foreign. Her ears slowly folded back. " …You're not imagining it. " Littlebrook murmured low, stepping closer to both Coyoteclaw and Pikestar, her tail flicking once in warning. " That's cats. But not Clan cats. " Her blue eyes swept the clearing, pausing on each direction like she was reading the wind itself. " I don't like this. Stay alert. If they're here, they've been watching longer than we've known. " Her voice wasn't panicked, but it was firm. A quiet current of tension ran beneath it.

She stepped slightly ahead, ears pricked, and lowered her voice. " We'll stick together. No sudden moves. And no splitting up. " The peacefulness of Fourtrees had turned brittle in an instant, like ice underpaw.

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[Fizzystar]

I WAS PULLING OUT MY HAIR THE DAY I GOT THE DEAL - CHEMICALLY CALM

They did not often come out this far but he was emboldened by the new cats taking up residence in the forest and Fujimoto had seemed nice enough-surely that meant all the clan cats were just as welcoming. From what he had gathered, and by gathered he meant what he had heard from his clanmates being nosy and looking into things, there was a big tree in the middle of the forest territories and that seemed as good a place to start when it came to visiting these other clans. They could go there and work their way around. His short legs carried him along well for most the distance, but he was getting pretty tired by the time they actually drew closer to the spot (getting lost several times probably hadn't helped) so Fizzystar was panting somewhat when the smell of strangers struck him; it was a sudden whiff he wasn't prepared for and he gagged, choking out a sputtered apology to whichever of the WarriorClan cats was closest to him when he sneezed. And then sneezed again. And again. The sound a wet, rush of air and he shook his head to clear it when he finally stopped. By then he had wandered forward directly into the clearing, bell jingling around his throat and floppy ears bouncing when he realized he was staring directly at a group of cats. Oh no, was this their home? Had they just trespassed? That was so rude, this was a terrible first impression.
"Hi there, friends! Sorry for intruding, we didn't know anyone was here!"

Ooc- @Skittlestride ! & @coco & @phoebe @miss kiss

was i meant to feel happy that my life was just about to change?

FIZZYSTAR

— Leader of WarriorClan
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Blue spotted tabby munchkin with copper eyes.
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