Open Event Border RC SkC cold as ice // skyclan border patrol

[Quailstep Quailstep]

QUAILSTEP
SHE/THEY
38 MOONS
SKYCLAN SUN GUARD
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Quailstep padded down the slope, past Lightning's Grasp, and down to the river. It was hard to believe that the chilly stream was not so long ago a place where she and her Clanmates splashed about in greenleaf, enjoying the cool of the water on their pelts in the oppressive heat. Now, with leafbare approaching, frosty chips of ice clinked against the shore before melting at the touch of the ground, still warm enough to prevent a true frost. Still, the chill from the water posed a treacherous threat to any who may dip their paws in - the air itself was still cold and illness coming at a time like this was not something the Clan needed.

"Be sure to walk with caution at the water's edge," she warned the patrol. "Wet paws could lead to a chill, and Swallowbreeze has had enough on her paws lately to deal with more sick warriors."

Qauilstep jumped lightly to the edge of the stream, dipping her head down to lap at the cold water. Her whiskers twitched at the crisp taste on her tongue, and she shook her head after.

"And be polite to any RiverClanners we may encounter. Remember that Flowercloud met with them last moon to discuss the warrior code - any questions should be treated as a learning opportunity, not an attack on our way of life." Quailstep hadn't met many of the RiverClan cats, aside from the few at the Gathering, but with Brightnose's entrusted secret and Flowercloud's patrol having been well-recieved by Pikestar, she had no intention of causing any sort of trouble with the warriors across the water.

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OOC:
as cold rain falls over your pelts- you begin to wonder how they swim in this water without freezing...
For SkyClan characters: As patrols for the event, these threads can earn you one point by participating as if they are their own prompts! As such, those with multiple characters may only have one of their characters join this patrol. This thread will only be open until the December Clan meeting, when the next month of patrols is assigned.

 

[Mallowpaw Mallowpaw]

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Mallowpaw hummed quietly as he hopped happily behind his mentor. The weather was growing colder every day, but Mallow hardly seemed to notice --- His fluffy pelt a beacon of warmth against the biting cold of the season. He knew his mentor was recently made a sun guard, good for her. Mallow felt a rumble of pride in his throat, knowing that he was apprenticed to someone like them. Mallowpaw had been on a few patrols with his mentor, but honestly this felt different. It was friendly, just refreshing the border between themselves and Riverclan.

Mallowpaw had never met a Riverclanner before, he paused his steps for a moment, watching as his mentor took a slow lap of the cold water of the stream. Is it true they swim like fish? Maybe they're part fish! Maybe they even smell like fish! Or they have fish scales under their pelts! Their head swelled with all the possibilities, he could hardly wait to meet one of them. His mentor made sure to tell the other warriors that they were to treat them kindly if they came across any, which they met with an enthusiastic nod. Their mentor certainly didn't have to tell them twice! It was always so exciting to meet cats from other clans after all! They had met a few of them at gatherings, Thunderclanners, Shadowclanners... they were all different! No one smelt the same! It was so cool! He bounded happily beside the stream, feeling the chill of rain hit his pelt.

YOU JUST LAUGHED IT OFF 𓇢𓆸 IT WAS ALL OKAY

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  we'll all

  float on

  okay?​
• MALLOWPAW
  he/they/it
  ♡ a very fluffy snowshoe cat with blue eyes
  ♡ apprentice of skyclan
  ♡ 10 moons; ages on the 19th of every month
  ♡ mentored by quailstep
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful & healing powerplay allowed

 

[Iciclewish Iciclewish]

We will call this place our home
The dirt in which our roots may grow
Though the storms will push and pull
We will call this place our home

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SkyClanners!

Iciclewish's whiskers twitched as he padded forward with all the grace of a cat trying very hard not to trip over his own paws. The approaching silhouettes grew clearer with each heartbeat, SkyClan cats, unmistakably so. For a moment, Flowercloud's calm voice echoed in his mind, her lessons about the code, about conduct and respect. A warrior does not need to kill to win. Her conviction had stuck with him, and so had the memory of the younger warrior at her side, her child, right? They had both seemed so sure. So steady. He wished he were steady.

Trying to summon that confidence, Iciclewish straightened his posture, puffing his chest... For a whole two seconds before deciding he probably looked ridiculous. He deflated with a soft frown. The old prickle ran up the back of his neck, the one that whispered don't mess up, don't mess up, they're watching. His paws kneaded the earth in tiny, nervous motions. Should he really approach first? What if he accidentally offended them? What if they thought RiverClanners were rude? What if they attacked-- no, no, SkyClan didn't just attack anymore. Right? Right. Flowercloud had said that had been a regrettable moment...

He swallowed. Stars, this was so much easier when Pikestar used to stand behind him. But he wasn't an apprentice anymore. He was a warrior, Iciclewish. His own name. His own paws. His own voice. So he stepped forward... One paw, then another, until he stood at the border, tail low but not tucked, eyes bright but unsure. " Hello! " he blurted. Oh stars. Was that squeak really his? He sounded like he was on the verge of bursting into tears or announcing a mossball game.

His fur immediately fluffed with mortification, heat rolling across his cheeks. He cleared his throat, tried again, voice cracking less this time. " U-uh... Uh... H-hello. Yes. " Oh this was going even worse. This was horrible. He should've stayed away! " Uhm... Sunny... Sunny day, yes...? " His ears flattened as he realized this was perhaps the least intimidating greeting he could've chosen. But he stood his ground anyway, looking at the SkyClanners with wide, hopeful, horribly anxious blue eyes, doing his absolute best.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

12 MOONS

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