Open Border RiverClan WindClan if there's not a bridge you build one ⊱✿⊰ visiting

[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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// Takes place AFTER the halfmoon meeting but BEFORE the gathering.

The gathering left a bitter taste in all their mouths. Until that night, the barn fire was the last time she had seen so much suffering. All that pain, coming from the actions of others rather than some freak accident, shook Meadowpaw to her core. She returned to camp drained and with more questions for StarClan than she knew what to do with. She needed to understand how they were supposed to continue. How could they exist alongside their neighbors after witnessing so much violence? Should they cut ties completely? Could any of them still trust one another after that?

StarClan had all but commanded them to keep attending the gatherings, but Meadowpaw had doubts that she couldn't lay to rest. There was still so much about the starry cats that she didn't understand. Becoming friends with Ragwort shed light on a side of the afterlife that StarClan didn't speak of. That place—that dark and empty forest—it scared her.

Beyond that, being unable to locate the cats they lost was rattling. Meadowpaw hadn't told the rest of WindClan what Leopardsoft had said, simply because she couldn't bear to hurt them. Moons passed since the fire and they were still grieving what was lost, and she didn't want to be the one to reopen those old wounds. After all, she was one of them. Always stumbling over her own paws, trying to pick up all the pieces of what broke back then.

Talking with Hollowmumble helped clear some things up. Moving forward as an apprentice medicine-cat, she opened her eyes to who she was and who she wanted to be moving forward. Turning away from what happened would've been easy, but that wasn't who she wanted to be anymore. That was part of why she'd chosen to visit RiverClan. Much of their situation was still a mystery to her, and despite the difficulty of the journey she wanted to make a real effort to understand and to help where she could.

They kept as steady a pace as could be hoped for with her slowing them down. Each of them carrying their own bundle of herbs. Eventually, the river did come into view. A natural border that no one could cross without a clear intent to do just that. "I-I think we just wait here? Right?" She mumbled through a mouthful of herbs. Respecting borders was a must. What happened to Juniperstar wasn't something she ever wanted to see a repeat of.

She was jittering with nerves from whisker to tail, humming uneasily as they waited. With any hope they wouldn't have to wait long before the next patrol...

@Dustystar @DIMMINGSUN @Hollowmumble @PIKESTAR @Jinglemoon

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I BELIEVE THAT THERES COURAGE

BUT ITS BURNIN' LIKE ASH IN THE WIND

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WINDCLAN

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE

10 MOONS

SHE/HER

Meadowpaw values kindness and remembrance. As a kit, she internalized her mother's lessons, but questioned whether her way is the only way. She has broken free from the heavy burden of her mother's expectations due to their estrangement after the fire. She remains kind and soft-spoken through all she's endured, but is not afraid to speak out for what she believes is right.

Meadow works tirelessly at any task she undertakes, desperate to prove herself capable and worthy despite her disability. Without her mother's guidance, she finds new ways to express herself.

In conversations, she is gentle, thoughtful, and withdrawn, often hiding her struggles, fearing others seeing her as incapable. She continues to have a strong bond not only with her sister, but with her adopted family as well. Meadow uses her new freedom to support and deepen the bonds with her clanmates. Additionally, she has started to explore the more spiritual side of herself…

Her worldview is a complicated mix of hope and frustration. She wants to believe that there's hope at the end of all the suffering, but feels trapped by her limitations. With enough time and support, she may find a way to overcome her limitations and accept herself.

 

[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

Sometimes the silver leader wished they remained at the Shipyard where everything was far simpler. Where they didn't have to worry about other clans and the mess they brought. However, with Jinglemoon's fur brushing against his own faintly... The clans are the reason for their closeness. Before being thrust into their positions by the stars, they hadn't been very close. He was aware of the blue medicine cats presence, but if they had any converstion it was no more than a greeting. Everything changed the moment the blue tom approached him with a the news of being chosen by the stars.

Since then they've become close. Maybe a little too close, as Pikestar made the mistake of saying that his friend was his equal and no one else. In front of the very cat he selected as his deputy. While the situation is still tense with those within the council, he is grateful for Jinglemoon's company. Even if his decisions have led his dear friend stress, the blue tom never hissed at him. Instead, the blue tom sought his company when they both had time such as today.

Today they found themselves laughing about the tiniest fish Pikestar had brought the medicine cat yesterday as they made their way to the river for a good soak.

"Are you up for a little game? Or are we relaxing in the river?"

The smile on his face falls when he turns his attenton from Jinglemoon to the river. There he can see Windclan at the border. Why are they here? I know I've spoken with Dustystar, but I'm sure our clans have decided to be wary of each other. Unless I was wrong? Green eyes narrow.

"Looks like Windclan has business with us."

That much was obvious. Windclan isn't close to them. Not like Thunderclan and Skyclan.

Silver paws make his way to the patrol, he doesn't wait for Jinglemoon. As he draws near he notes the herbs the Windclanners carry, as well as Dustystar's presence.

"Hello Windclan."

He turns to Dustystar.

"It's nice to see you again."

The last time the two leaders met one another he hadn't lost a life yet, nor did he bear the scar running down his eye and the one carved into his neck. If she had any inquires or explanation for Windclan's reason for being here... It would be put on hold.

The moment his focus shifts on Meadowpaw, his tail quivers. A blinding smile curls from his lips, whiskers twitch.

"HEY! Oh STARS I've been wanting to see you again! Guess you beat me to it, huh? Darn! And I was planning on bringing you something nice as a gift too. Well... Actually, now that you're here... Do you like shiny rocks?"

I gave Juniperstar a flower crown many moons ago, but I want to give something that lasts. Perhaps it was reassuring that despite their clans relationship with one another that Pikestar was not cruel. If anything he was a little too friendly.

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• PIKESTAR

  — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
  ♱ 41 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw, rosepaw
  ♱ speech is

  "#36D9AB"

  — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
  ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
  

 

[Russetfall]

FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE

EMPTINESS MACHINE

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Despite the conversation with Pikestar Russetfall still felt partially responsible for his death- even if he came back to life. Even if he said he personally did not blame her for not being there as sword and shield both when he needed her. She still should have. She still should have been there.

There had been an awkwardness in the air between them that even she felt hard to pierce with her usual bluntness. Thankfully Frostmoth had not put them together on any patrols as of late so that was at least a small blessing. She avoided Pikestar when she could.

She's fishing on the border between Riverclan and Fourtrees when she hears voices vaguely familiar to her. One of them the life guard is almost sure is one of the medicine cats that helped Pikestar. The others are not until Pikestar's voice drifts over and Russetfall freezes, the shadows of fish just below her paws forgotten.

"What the hell is going on now..?" Her fishing postponed for the moment, Russetfall rises to her paws to pad in the direction of the voices.

It's an entire patrol, apparently, though it's clear this isn't just a normal border patrol if the strong scent of herbs is anything to go by. 'Where was this moons ago, maybe Shellkit wouldn't have died...' The bitter thought is kept to herself, biting her tongue before pushing through the riverbank foliage to announce her presence with tail held high.

"What brings Windclan here today, Jinglemoon?" Pikestar clearly seems far more engrossed in looking for a shiny rock for their guests, something she finds is grateful for rather than annoyed like she should be. "I thought I smelled herbs..?"

24 moons

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Life Guard of Riverclan

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she/her

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tags

it's been decided how we lose

RUSSETFALL

— Life Guard of Riverclan
— She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
#8a2c55

ooc:

 

[Hollowmumble]

Hollowmumble, -- 41 Moons / Windclan Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.

Tagging @Meadowpaw

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It was a quiet day when they headed toward the Riverclan border, scent of herbs surrounding the group of cats as they slowly moved across the lands and then finally clustered together at the border, nervous and waiting. Hollowmumble glanced at Meadowpaw, steady by her side, and nodded her head when Meadowpaw asked if they should wait here. There was no doubt that they should. The other clans... violent and aggressive as they were, would no doubt attack anyone who crossed their borders, even if they weren't attacked first. That was simply how things were shaping up to be in the other clans.

During her time before the barn, she had run in to many different cats. Some in groups, some alone, but one thing was always assured: they would fight you for their territory. Fiercely. Without holding back. She had only narrowly avoided claws many times before, when she had crossed scent lines and not even realized. The barn cats were the first friendly group she ever stumbled upon. She was so thankful that she did.

The medicine cat apprentice was a jittering ball of nerves, but if Hollowmumble was honest, so was she. There was no telling how... friendly... Riverclan would be. They weren't outwardly aggressive at the gathering, but the infighting and the murder of Pikestar... if they weren't protective before, they certainly would be now. She could only hope that the scent of herbs eased their suspicions. Hollowmumble briefly brushed her tail over Meadowpaw's flank, a small comfort, before taking it back and perking up as she caught noise in the distance. Riverclan...

She tensed a little, at the short greeting from Pikestar, before jumping at the sudden energy when he noticed Meadowpaw. Unexpected, but... good. This was good. They had friendly relations, this would hopefully all go over well. She dipped her head briefly in greeting, thankful for the herbs in her maw that left her with an excuse not to speak.

 

[DIMMINGSUN]

With the half-moon gathering now behind them, Dimmingsun feels a bit more ease at the prospect of wandering near WindClan's borders. It's not that he's shy—quite the opposite—, but he'd rather not keep introducing himself until his tongue dries up. Presumably, the other Clans' medicine cats have brought the news home by now. He will still remain an unfamiliar face for sure, but there will not be a need for unnecessary words.

Curiosity is what brings him alongside Meadowpaw today. That, and something akin to feeling protective over her; if the rumors are true, then meeting cats outside your Clan often end in bloodshed... or at the very least, ruffled pelts. Stranger as he is to all the brewing tension, he is not afraid to step in if need be.

And of course, he isn't entirely without selfish reasons. He just really wants to get an idea of RiverClan.

As per her suggestion, the WindClan patrol waits for the arrival of their not-quite neighbors. Dimmingsun raises a brow when Pikestar begins speaking—there has been enough stories going about for Dimmingsun to pair name to face, but this isn't how he imagined the meeting to go. Pikestar's breezy approach and offer of shiny rocks of all things is a sharp contrast to Dustystar's stoic and strict demeanor. He appears to be on good terms with Meadowpaw, and perhaps that bond can be strengthened upon in the future. He tucks that information away for later.

One of Pikestar's Clanmates is a lot more reluctant to jump into pleasant conversation. Dimmingsun places down the bundle of herbs at his own paws, but says no more—this is Meadowpaw's mission, and he will let her do the talking, as long as the situation goes as planned.