Sunningrocks Border TC LET IT LINGER [ thunderclan patrol ]

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This thread takes place at the border of the clan territory.
(🜲) hazelheart has always enjoyed leaf-fall. it's a season with a bounty of prey, for squirrels and mice are stocking up for the harsh leaf-bare to come, and the colors of the trees make her nostalgic for the before-clan times. as she pads towards the river, her pelt brushes the ferns and bracken that line the trail, and memory mists her gaze. stolen moments with her lover in the thick of the forest when their love had been young. then, moons later the soft squeaking of kits at bracken's stomach, the lull of leaf-bare winds against a comfortable den. it'd been a bright spot in her life certainly, and now it's been replaced. as the storm guard locks back in, steadying her pawsteps, she finds she doesn't mind where she's ended up since.

knocking her shoulder against grizzlypaw, the woman shoots him a grin. "this may very well be your last patrol as an apprentice," she raises her eyebrows, winking at the tom. her apprentice has struggled for moons to catch up with his peers, and now he is on the precipice of warriorhood after much hard work. she blinks kindly at him, this boy who she's seen grow from a gangly young apprentice to a keen eyed adult. pride rings in her voice, "enjoy it," as they arrive at the border. the watery scent of riverclan permeates the area, mingling with hazelheart's own comforting thunderclan scent. as she steps out onto sunningrocks, her ears flick, back arching as she feels the sun hit her dark fur directly. she shakes it out, beginning to mark the edge of the rocks. riverclan have been keen to lounge on them recently, and she can smell where boundaries have been blurred. with a glance across to the willow lined banks, the woman re-marks a stone.

"snapdragonpaw," amber eyes flit to her other apprentice, the sharp eyed tortoiseshell who pads with the rest of the patrol. "tell me what you know of riverclan." the girl has not been her apprentice for long, only since the first gathering, and hazelheart wishes to know the extent of her new charge's knowledge. seating herself on the edge of the stones, the storm guard awaits her apprentice's voice, raising her head to bask in the bright rays. the sun's warmth fills her, blocking out the chill that has taken over the forest since the arrival of leaf-fall.


  • // @grizzlypaw : ̗̀➛ @Snapdragonpaw @Midnightfrost @brindlefeather
    The cooling air means that the sunningrocks are a prime location to catch the warm mid-day sun. Take a break (unknown to Owlbark) and talk about the goings on of the clan. Juniperstar's lives, the mysterious new kit, and any other juicy gossip! Be cautious of your company, though. Loose lips sink ships.
    " #8f4a00"
  • HAZELHEART 🜲 tags / toyhouse

    🜲 trans molly (she / her) / bisexual, widow of BRACKEN
    🜲 63 moons old, ages realistically
    🜲 storm guard of thunderclan
    🜲 mother to MAGNOLIAPEAK, HONEYSUCKLECRY, HYACINTHRAIN
    🜲 mentoring GRIZZLYPAW, SNAPDRAGONPAW / mentored by none
    🜲 penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!

    a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold
 
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Snapdragonpaw had taken an almost smug pride in the mentor she was given, for the flaws she noticed off the bat from the clan, she would happily take the step of power above the rest with a storm guard leading her training. Even so, she found herself restless, having to share the training under Hazelheart with a softie late bloomer in Grizzlypaw. Even Hazelheart mentioned this may be his last patrol as an apprentice. She didn't comment, even if it hung on the tip of her tongue, he damn well better graduate, else she'd try and push her own graduation ahead of his just to prove a point.

It wasn't even like she had a stake to claim in the clan, but it was only proving to her Rufouspaw's plan was needed; if these overgrown kittens took moons longer than their peers to become warriors, the future of Thunderclan was fucked unless cats like her took some sort of stand. But, she knew better than to make her frustration evident; if there's one thing she learned, it was that getting the trust of those who took charge meant it would be easier to climb.

That was why, as Hazelheart spoke its name, the dark pelted molly looked to attention, humming absently. The patrol sat near the sunningrocks, a point of curiosity for the molly. "They're our neighbours across the river, led by Pikestar." Her tail flicked, sharp gaze held to the territory across the way, rich greenery even with the cooling of the days. "Whom was killed by his own at the last gathering. Needs a better control of his clan." She scoffed, if unrest like that in her home colony was found, it would have been quashed in a moment's notice and blood washed down the stream with the names of the cats held as a warning. But these clan cats were soft.

Snapdragon cleared her throat a little, realising her own opinions slipped into what was meant to be objective. "They mostly sustain themself fishing in this river and are proficient in swimming." She hopped upon the sunningrocks and gazed down at the water with a curious gaze. "I am intrigued how they do it..." It's one thing these cats had over their original home, easily reached bodies of water, it made the hottest seasons a time to weed out the weak.

Though it made her wonder... "Is there any reason Thunderclan doesn't fish in the river too? It's not like Riverclan owns the river, just named for it." For her snarky demeanour most of the time, it was a genuine question, looking back to the patrol. She knew the answer, most likely a "fair" amount of prey for each clan, but that was easiest said when prey was still plentiful now. Come leafbare, she has a suspicion that the river will be more tantalising to Thunderclan.

  • Snapdragonpaw
    ✦—Thunderclan Apprentice | 11 moons
    ✦—She/It/They
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A long-haired tortoiseshell with orange eyes.
    #c41515
 

BRINDLEFEATHER
may your love never end...
Trailing along with the rest of the patrol, Brindlefeather pads up to the flattened stones of Sunningrocks, warmed from its time under the sun.
"Lovely weather today, isn't it?" he asks no one in particular; he rubs his scent on the rocks along the ThunderClan border, relishing in the comforting warmth. His ear flicks as he listens to Hazelheart's apprentice speak about RiverClan, sitting atop a particularly larger rock and nodding along. He offers a smile when Snapdragonpaw looks out to the patrol, thinking aloud:
"Because the river has more use than just the fish, I'd say. The water is crisp, good for quenching thirst. And I'm sure some of the plants here would have use for our medicine cat." His chest rumbles with a deep purr as he flops over to lay on the rock, stretching out across its sun-kissed surface - belly exposed and all. "And the rocks are soooo warm."

  • OOC:
  • KEY:
    "speech" | thoughts


  • BRINDLEFEATHER is an orange-and-white tom mottled with brown stripes. His fur is medium-length and his eyes are dark brown.

    Brindlefeather is known mostly for his outgoing and compassionate personality. He tries to see the good in everything and everyone, and he does his best to be on good terms with every cat he speaks to.

    Although he's a forager, Brindlefeather will sometimes try to catch some fresh-kill for the Clan if he sees it's running low - even though he's not super great at it. He will also often offer to share his fresh-kill with anycat who looks like they want or need it.

    Believing that violence is never the answer, he has sworn off of any kind of fighting unless absolutely necessary - and even then, he'll do what he can to de-escalate the situation. He hates seeing anyone get hurt, especially when it could have been prevented by talking things out.

 
Despite how friendly the two clans were, the leader knew better than to test the limits of it. He balanced on a stepping stone, watching the fish go by. Just a little closer. Come on. Just a little bit more. In a flurry of silver he dove into the river, jaws clenching a poor fish. Quickly he resurfaced with a decently sized fish for his kit. Pricklekit was still young, but having a little taste of fish couldn't hurt, right? If the caretakers suggested otherwise, he was more than happy to give it to them. They knew best who should be given this meal. Either way, he gracefully found his way to the stepping stones and hoisted himself up on one of them.

There he notices a Thunderclan patroll, basking in the sun. He couldn't blame them. When Leaf-bare came they wouldn't be able to lounge in the sun as much. They are a little too far for him to distinguish clearly what they are saying, or maybe that's due to the noisy river. In any case, the Riverclan leader flicks his tail in greeting. Regardless of whether or not they return his greeting, he watches them relax in the sun and smiles. Looks like it's a good day for both of our clans.
  • PIKESTAR
    — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
    ♱ 41 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw
    ♱ 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
 
[ @Frostmoth mentor tag! ]

As per usual, Lavenderpaw's ears perk up when she finds the fresh scents of ThunderClan erring closer to the river's edge. And as per the more recent usual, the patrol does not harbor the face she wishes to see. Lavenderpaw, for a moment bright eyed and excited, dims considerably as she pushes through the wetlands undergrowth and finds ThunderClan atop the stones, lounging about. It'd be a far less disappointment if Asterpaw were with them, admittedly, but there is something particularly annoying about seeing them so... careless. What if one was to fall right into the rapids because they rolled the wrong way? Like that apprentice implies - they can't swim.

"I'd like to see you try," she remarks, idling on her edge of the river. Her eyes remain half-lidded, scrutinizing Snapdragonpaw's hubris. "Fish," she suggests (nearly demands,) "because it's not ours, is it?" Why she decides to antagonize the other, she doesn't know. Lavenderpaw wants to think it's simply for fun, and in part hopes the ThunderClan apprentice takes to her challenge kindly rather than... well, angrily. But such is to be seen, she supposes.
 
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Frankly, Snapdragon had expected some Riverclan cats to show their mugs about the border as they update scent markers. She gave a half glance as she noticed a scarred tom and a grey apprentice nearby, she had to be civilised at minimum. For her lack of care for any of the clans, she knew better than to get on the bad side of the mentor she was assigned; Hazelheart alone had earned its respect as a teacher.

But the thinly veiled snark of the apprentice made her eyes shoot up, raising a brow curiously. She hadn't taken these water-bound cats for ones to have much backbone, but evidently she was wrong. They perched at the edge of the water, eyes flickering between Hazelheart and the Riverclan patrol behind the daring molly.

"If I may-" Snapdragon smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, claws unsheathing. "-I shall try." Perhaps her mentor would have thoughts on the matter, or the Riverclan cats, for that matter, but she was the one challenged, and a good and noble fighter never backs from a challenge.

She trained her eyes on the water. Obviously, she had a paw down on the rest of these cats; they had trained from the moment they could to fish, where she was nearing her eleventh moon and never dipped a paw in a body of water. There were plenty of fish, some larger and some smaller, and as she struck a paw into the water, she was gunning for something juicy. Though somewhat to her dismay, it was far smaller than she liked, but nonetheless a success.

They dipped their head and they clutched the thing in their jaws, stopping it from slipping out of their grasp and wounding their ego. It wasn't anything to show off about, but that wasn't an issue. She pulled the writhing thing to land, a single delicate paw placed atop the thing that tried desperately to fling from her grasp. "Not an easy feat, how you all do this every day is impressive." The thing desperately floundered as she spoke, and for a moment, there was a genuineness to her words. Her catch was a fluke, in all reality, but that wasn't an admission they needed to hear.

As the sliver of silver under her paw began to slow in its writhing, she looked down at the thing and back to Lavenderpaw through half-lidded eyes as another rather disingenuous smile marked her maw. She raised her paw from over the thing and very simply flicked it back into the river. "We have plenty of prey, but fishing clearly is a useful skill." Snapdragon watched the thing squirm desperately under the water before darting away from the rest of the patrol, scaring the rest of the fish in the disturbance.

She stood from the river's edge, remarking the patrol with one last smile, faux warmth towards their neighbours and joined Brindlefeather atop the rocks. "They are lovely and warm, aren't they?" She wasn't a fool to how these fish-breathed cats eyed up the rocks, but they stood tall on Thunderclan's side of the river; if they tried to lay claim to it, then perhaps Thunderclan would just so happen be low on prey. It still watched over the patrol, she wouldn't mind continuing their little back and forth, but she wouldn't be seen on the same level of these other cats....

  • Talking to @lavenderpaw
  • Snapdragonpaw
    ✦—Thunderclan Apprentice | 10 moons
    ✦—She/It/They
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A long-haired tortoiseshell with orange eyes.
    #c41515