Open Border fool's errand — windclan at the border

[DIMMINGSUN]

"How familiar are you with SkyClan?"

Dimmingsun asks to break the silence between himself and Weaselchirp. The presence of a companion settles comfortably onto him; it's a sharp contrast to how he had scarcely dared to believe that Dustystar had told him to bring a warrior with him. As if he couldn't defend himself. As if he needed supervision. Logically, he knows his leader is merely trying to play it safe—and perhaps in a way, he ought to be grateful that she's trying to look out for him now. Still, he can't shake the feeling that it's a wasted resource. Weaselchirp could use this time to hunt or do something useful.

At least she kills any boredom that might have found him on the trek here.

The plan is simple: ask to speak to Swallowbreeze, preferably in private. Warriors don't tend to understand medicine cat business, he has come to find. Even he still finds it difficult to grasp that they are supposed to be guided by starry ancestors... them and their strange powers. As far as he understands, SkyClan is the Clan you come to when you need more information about StarClan. How lucky it is that no blood has been spilled between these two Clans yet. It means he doesn't have to worry about being turned around... or being threatened.

(He almost wishes someone would try.)

The moor, only occasionally dotted with trees, comes to a very clear edge. Here, evergreens block out most of the sky—not to the extent of ShadowClan's dark marshes, but still enough to cast a shadow over them. Dimmingsun thinks he would shiver, if it weren't for his thick fur.

"Here we are,"

he says.

"I'll do the talking. At least with Swallowbreeze. I don't want to scare her off."

Dimmingsun shoots Weaselchirp a pointed look; as always, all of it has an air of light-heartedness. He doesn't say it to be mean.

Talking to @Weaselchirp and looking for @SWALLOWBREEZE. No need to wait!

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp practically danced along beside Dimmingsun, her paws light and quick while his stride remained steady and grounded. She looked almost comically small next to him, but her grin made her seem twice her size. Bright orange eyes flicked across every shadow, every tuft of grass, every fleeing beetle with unquenchable curiosity. " Oh, I know they're cats, of course they are cats. Just like we all are! " she chirped, bouncing a little as she spoke. " Cats who simply wish to live their lives. Though there's been plenty of... Mm... Altercations, I suppose. Blood spilled. Very nasty business. I'm not much for the blood. If you're going to give the earth something, it should be the whole body, yes? Not just drip-drip spilling everywhere. The earth doesn't want blood. Oh, don't look at me so. The earth also doesn't desire a body before its time! What I'm trying to say... No use in killing, yes? " She said it cheerfully, as though they were discussing the weather. Her large ears twitched forward, her gaze drifting up toward the sky as she trotted after him.

" Do you think they live up there? " she asked suddenly, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed upward to the trees that would soon show larger. " SkyClan, I mean. In the sky! Or at least in the tallest trees, trees so tall the clouds tickle their leaves. Perhaps that's why they're SkyClan! WindClan has the moor where the wind tickles our whiskers and tussles our fur, ShadowClan has their deep dark shadows, RiverClan gets the river to swim in... " She paused only half a heartbeat before continuing. " But ThunderClan... ThunderClan is a funny one. Should they not simply be ForestClan? The thunder part... Where did that come from? Did they meow so loudly the sky listened? Did they steal thunder from a storm? "

Her tail curled in amusement as she padded a little closer to the tom. " Oh, no no, we mustn't scare any potential friends. " she agreed with a firm nod. " Especially a fellow medicine cat! You are positively, absolutely right. " She bumped her shoulder gently against his, lightly enough that someone of his size might barely feel it, but the intention was unmistakable. " And whatever would make you think either of us could scare her? " she asked, letting out a musical little laugh. " Dimmingsun, my friend, don't think so lowly of yourself. You may be grand, and large, and brooding like a friendly stormcloud, yes, yes... But you are not frightening. You are kind. "

She tilted her head, whiskers twitching with mischief. " Though I am certain you could be threatening if the need arose... " she mused, her eyes sparkling as she continued. " Just not today. "

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[SWALLOWBREEZE]

dimmingsun is a rare breed of medicine cat. he is a large figure who towers over anyone he stands next too, with calloused paws and muscles he is not allowed to utilize. before meadowpaw introduced her new mentor, swallowbreeze thought he was the girl's warrior escort, not a cat who swore his life to nurture and heal. she didn't know what to think of him, she never felt intimidated by his presence, instead, she found it rather unexpected.

the wound in the earth serves as a natural border between the two clans. no blood has spilled into the ravine yet, and swallowbreeze hopes it never happens. dustystar is a strong molly and she'd hate to lose access to the precious moonstone.

no medicine cat would be eager for violence, would they?

dimmingsun and weaselchirp will not have to wait long. thanks to weaselchirp droning on and on about the sky, and many other things, it wasn't difficult to get the attention of a patrol. swallowbreeze is promptly fetched by a fellow skyclanner and brought over with flowercloud at her heels, because that's who accompanied her on a herb patrol a tree–length away.

"sorry to um— keep you waiting. hi, dimmingsun and uh..." she looks to the wild eyed weaselchirp, "his friend."

"is everything alright in windclan?"

brought over by an npc, with @flowercloud

 

[flowercloud]

She wasn't sure if they were successful or lacking thereof in this department. Surely their gathering was going well, she did feel she owed the medicine cat after winding up in the den..... Twice- with the second bringing along others unfortunately with her side. It was the sake of war, of stupidity. Though she thought she would've been forgiven, Hawkstars words still burned. Still stung like fresh wounds... Especially with Chrysalisgaze returning in such a state so shortly after.

"And I thought I was yapping," Flowercloud murmured lowly, teasing, as the molly walked along side Swallowbreeze before they broke the line of trees to approach the border. But she fell in step behind the medicine cat, expecting- yes, to look down. Only then did she realize she was looking down, and at the chest of another. Green gaze trailed up, a scar torn tom and then back down to a wide eyed black molly.

She didn't really catch what was said to respond, having been curious about the windclan border and what could be important- but she would have offered her paws to lend aid anyways. She did not want to grab wrong material anyways for Swallowbreeze, so gathering by herself was not ideal. "Windclan- greetings. I am Flowercloud," she introduced with a gentle smile and soft green eyes as she settled down and curled her tail over large paws. She wondered curiously which was which, but did not ask and stayed patient.

And then she would wait and listen. She knew little of Medicine cat affairs... But in due time, she would learn.

flowercloud - 40 moons - skyclan deputy - mentoring fidgetpawe

 

[DIMMINGSUN]

The difference between his and Weaselchirp's disposition isn't lost on him, and he stifles a snort that would have come with that realization. Where Dimmingsun remains calm, as always, Weaselchirp looks more like a it that had gotten permission to run from her mother's watchful gaze for the first time. She manages to look ten times more animated despite the difference in height. They must look like a comical pair to anyone who will come across them.

"Nasty business indeed,"

Dimmingsun agrees. He tries his very best not to concern him with matters that had happened before he even came to learn about these Clans in full, but it's decisively difficult to do, considering everything from the past bleeds into the present. It's what determines whether border patrols will be nice and polite or angry and sour. His expression shifts into something akin to confusion when she keeps on going, but she shushes him before he can get a word in, so the next best course of action is simply to listen.

"In the trees, maybe. Not in the sky,"

comes his response when he can get a word in. Cats in the sky are more like StarClan's thing. He decides to play along with her train of thought.

"Maybe ThunderClan can summon storms. Watch out for lightning the next time you meet them."

Weaselchirp agrees with him, eliminating any further doubt Dimmingsun may have had about bringing company.

"I'm brooding?"

His voice is light, playful; it's not the only thing he has fixated on. Weaselchirp apparently sees the inherent danger that comes with him. Good.

Next thing he knows, SkyClan cats arrive to greet them—on the ground, and not falling from the sky, like Weaselchirp had thought.

"Ah, Swallowbreeze. Flowercloud."

Dimmingsun is ever-polite as he nods a greeting. So far it seems like it's just the two of them. That will make this encounter a lot easier.

"Everything is fine. I'm only here on personal business—or rather medicine cat business."

He tilts his head to one side, looking at Swallowbreeze expectantly.

"Can I steal a bit of your time? As far as I'm concerned, you're the most knowledgeable medicine cat in the forest right now."