Open Sunningrocks HOLY SMOKE ─ RiverClan Patrol

[Frostmoth]

Frostmoth's steps are even and sharp. Sure of himself. He leads a patrol of strong warriors and apprentices, and ThunderClan poses little threat to RiverClan safety. Pikestar and Pineheart had made that clear enough when they had declared ThunderClan only deserved respect for not encroaching their border and stealing any more than sunningrocks from RiverClan. Frostmoth wrinkles his nose at the thought. Pineheart is on this patrol, and he feels a great- nearly parental- sense of adoration for the life guard, but that does not mean they have to see eye to eye in every regard. Marked especially by their differences in political approach. Frostmoth, too, is relieved to have a fellow cat on the council he can disagree with that won't revere him as a kit or tear his throat out either. Jinglemoon is like that too, though they had been at odds once.

Despite his quick and confident steps, Frostmoth's mind is clouded with thoughts, and they arrive at their shared border with ThunderClan before he has even realized. The river laps at his paws. He frowns. 'Colder than usual,' he thinks bitterly, and turns blue eyes to the sunwarmed sunningrocks. He does not feel drawn to them, but he feels bitterness building in his throat. Poor hunting grounds for RiverClan, but ThunderClan has a whole forest. If the river were to freeze... Frostmoth shakes his head. He doesn't want to think about that. Trying to cross a bridge before he even comes to it has never served him well in the past.

He breaks his gaze away to look at his patrol. "Just refresh the markers," he blinks at them, pretending that he had not just been coveting stones "We can see if there are fish that take refuge in the shadows of sunningrocks on the river, but remember that they aren't ours. Don't cross to climb them." Frostmoth's voice is flat and neutral. He steps back from the riverbank and parts his jaws. The scent of ThunderClan here is stale, but still obvious. Perhaps Pikestar was right. They would never relish the idea of using this ground to forge peace between their clans.

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• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
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[Flurrypaw]

For as long as Flurrypaw had been alive, the stones that bordered RiverClan and ThunderClan - though at one point bordered nothing - belonged to ThunderClan. He knew the stories of them belonging to no one at one point, but they had been claimed fairly and if anyone were to suggest otherwise they would be met with an upturned nose and a scoff. It was a place that was needed for ThunderClan, where although the trees weren't as dense as they could be it was a welcome break in the trees, a place where they could gather herbs for Serpentberry and Rowanpaw while they were around, and a place where they could stop to rest without worrying about too much danger other than the adders that liked to slitter around from time to time - though as long as one didn't take a nap here, they were sure to be safe enough.

The border patrol Flurrypaw was on was heading towards them now, the promise of being able to stretch his legs out for a bit before moving on motivating the apprentice as he quickly moved through the underbrush, plumed tail held high as they entered into the slight clearing, eyes landing quickly on the RiverClanners across the border for a moment, tail-tip twitching for a second at the surprise in cats before it waved in greeting. "Hello!" He'd greet to their swimming neighbors, a clan that they weren't friends with but were friendly with surely.

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FLURRYPAW he/him, thunderclan 7 moons old.
a buff long-furred cat
mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC / sibling to none / crushing on none
excelled learner
"speech" // "thoughts"
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