Open Border hot-headed believer — riverclan patrol

[BAYHOWL]

"Leave it,"

comes Bayhowl's gruff response to the whole ordeal of it all, words bleeding out from between rows of teeth like it hurt him to speak them.

Here's the thing: his own stomach grumbled at the very sight of that grouse. He has no doubts that his Clanmates feel the incessant itch to begin a chase, hopefully ending with claws and fangs sinking into warm flesh, thus providing the Clan with something decent to eat from tonight. Frostmoth had made himself clear, however: nobody is to rouse the easy peace that lives between RiverClan and SkyClan. It's too precious to give up for a few hours' worth of satisfaction. Bayhowl feels the deputy's presence more keenly than anything else—he had felt pride bloom in his chest at the notion of being tasked with leading a border patrol, but he can't help feeling like Frostmoth is here just to supervise.

Bayhowl intentionally steps on a frost-withered reed that had, more than likely, been tugged at and uprooted by wind from its original spot beside the nearest river. It gives a satisfying crunch underneath his paw. That's his cue to come to a halt, right beside the invisible line that divides their territories.

"Maybe it'll come back around."

Bayhowl is not the type to be naively optimistic, but... it's easier to think this instead of imagining a SkyClan patrol appearing with a very familiar grouse dangling from their jaws.

No need to wait for @Frostmoth @Snowleap @Torrentsky @Galerunner

Despite being a controversial neighbor to some, SkyClan has given no real reason for RiverClan to dislike them. As such, this patrol has been advised to be polite. There's no need for conflict going into the winter months if you can help it... Still, it seems like some members of your patrol have allowed the cold weather to turn their mood sour. A particularly juicy grouse just sent itself right over the SkyClan border, leaving your patrol empty-pawed and dismayed.

 

[Galerunner Galerunner]

—————————————————— Rocked by an endless motion ✦

Galerunner, despite his name, was not keen to hunt on land. His familiarity lay within the waters, and within the ease he felt as he stepped amongst slippery stones, dove with folded ears, and retrieved some slimy thing within his jaws. It certainly could pursue something on land—but the issue came with the catching, as he found himself becoming something of a tangled knot as whatever it was tended to dive between his paws. It was only so much he could do, not to mention…

The tom winced as he heard Bayhowl mutter, but it was not his mutterings that caused him to grimace—rather, the panicked chirps of the grouse that he had tried to ignore. It was rather disconcerting hunting something which he understood—and even more so when it shrieked in a familiar tongue, screaming something laced with fear. No, he'd much rather be hunting in the waters now… but his pelt, albeit warm enough to withstand the weather above the water, became rather thin upon the stilts of his legs. It would never hear the end of it if Jinglemoon had found him in his den—not as a curious set of eyes, but rather a patient.

It found his paws sidling up next to the darker tom, someone that he had not interacted with much… and perhaps that was for the better, as the other grunted beneath furrowed brows. "…Perhaps." He mused in response, curled ears perking up. By now, the grouse would have noticed it had lost its pursuers… and a part of him thanked the border for the silence. "But not until near sundown. I doubt she will return home until then—she must have been pecking about for some food when we happened upon her." Not unlike the patrol, Galerunner thought to himself silently.

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

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  Galerunner
  ✦—Riverclan Pearl Diver | 13 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC

 

[stormcrow]

The cold does not seem to reach Stormcrow as she leaps from tree to tree, enjoying the beauty of the Skyclan territory in leafbare, their pine trees still dark green and glorious. She only stills as she hears rustling of dry leaves and feathers. Steel blue eyes narrow, and she spots a grouse darting across the forest floor. She follows it through the trees, and as it stops to peck at a bush of some sort, she takes the opportunity to strike, jumping from her perch and landing with her claws in its shoulders, biting down hard on its neck. The blood is warm and metallic, but pleasant as it warms her throat.

As she breathes in, she catches the vague scent of Riverclan on it. Ah… it must've run from them into Skyclan territory. Unlucky, but such is the nature of the forest. It must mean a patrol is nearby.

She elects to be polite and not rub their loss in, and buries the grouse to be picked up later before going to greet their neighbors from across the pond. She pads towards the river, licking the blood from her maw.

Emerging from the undergrowth, she spots at least one familiar pelt among the gathered cats.

"Frostmoth," she says, dipping her head in the deputy's direction. "I am glad to see you well. I hope leafbare has not been too harsh on Riverclan."

♡ STORMCROW. 54 moons
mentor of stonepaw,
daughter of snowveil
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - addressing @Frostmoth