Backwritten Event Sunningrocks Border RiverClan Neighborhood Watch ❀ Riverclan Patrol

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Peachtrot

Optimistic Fighter
RiverClan
Weaver
Council Member
14
9
Freshkill
125
Pronouns
She/Her
{$title} Riverclan visits Thunderclan in order to tell them about the Shadowclan heist that occurred a few days prior.
Let's play like we're children and sing till the moons full

Before the day we turn to nothing but sand

Canonically Takes Place May 23rd
It was still early in the morning, the patrols having been assigned merely a few hours before ears heard the telltale flow of the river ahead. Peachtrot hadn't wanted to let to much time pass before they headed out, with the heist still on everyone's minds and the argument between Wavesong and Adderfang putting a slight damper on the overall mood. It was best to get paws moving and minds distracted. Everyone wanted to be able to play their parts and the red tabby would rather have them focused on improving their outside relations, instead of tearing apart the ones they had with their clanmates. Their family. Cause that's what they were, after all. Maybe not by blood. Maybe not by want. But they were pulled together by the sea. By the ships. By the flow of the river that now fed and protected them. They shouldn't tear each other apart like a mutuny does to a ship and their crew. No, they had to work together to fix these things, and, what better way to do that then to establish some friends on the outside of their waters.

"I guess we should be careful of how we say things." She decided to speak before they came out of the foliage and onto the open bank, pausing her steps. "We really just want to start with what happened. Let them know what Shadowclan did, ya know. I want to say that they'll reach out a paw to help but..." She paused, ears flickering. It was always hard with outsiders. So many different types of cats. "We shouldn't expect it. Still, even if they don't, we should be civil! Thank them for their thoughts and such. We still want to be on good terms after all this is over, ya know?" Peachtrot looked to each patrol member and gave a small nod before turning with a wave of her tail. "Let's go see how our neighbors are doing~" With a shake of a coat to let out her inner anxiousness, she moved out of the cover and onto the open bank.
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    @Wavesong @Twinkletuft @Coyoteclaw @Crescentpaw
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  • Peachtrot She/Her
    A Long Haired Red Classic Tabby with Low White & Ocean Blue Eyes
    ❀ Life Guard of Riverclan
    ❀ 40 moons; Ages on the 23rd of every month
    speech thought attack
    ❀ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
    penned by Taru
 

Owlbark's tenure as a deputy was fresh. Only a few sunrises had happened since Juniperstar had chosen him, and it still felt wrong. He had blended in so nicely with his position as Storm Guard. Cats respected him enough to listen to direction, but he also was not of any real authority. Now, whenever he left the warriors den in the morning he felt eyes on him. Expectant, greedy for purpose eyes. How funny.

The brown tabby followed this patrol, content to give up some authority to whoever decided to lead it. He really didn't care for today. He was mostly wanting to really watch how patrols functioned and to see if there was any fat to trim from them. Owlbark's ideal patrol would be minimal chatter, a quick investigation and remarking, and a few pieces of prey to bring back. He hoped this patrol held up to those standard and he would have very little work to do with the warriors.

As he pushed from brush and into the sunningrocks' clearing, he held back an innate groan at the sight of RiverClanners. They were a cheery bunch, and he never had the energy necessary to be pleasant with them. Happily, he sat back and let the other cats greet the RiverClanners, for observation reasons, obviously.

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  • OWLBARK
    THUNDERCLAN DEPUTY
    51 moons, ages every 1st of the month
    open to peaceful interactions
    "SPEECH"
    penned by muddly
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    playlist
    pinterest
 

There is an uncomfortable sort of familiarity Magnoliapeak finds in Owlbark's disposition. They aren't like mirror images of one another- Magnoliapeak can't even remember if she's heard him say more than one sentence at a time or crack a joke- but there is still enough similarity between them to make it... Uncomfortable. His rigidity, his need to follow rules and procedures, and his dogged loyalty. Owlbark is a bit harsher than Magnoliapeak, and that too speaks to their kindredness within and of itself. She wonders sometimes if Owlbark was supposed to be her father or brother, but that StarClan got it all mixed up.

Magnoliapeak has been given charge of this patrol, ceded by a particularly critical looking Owlbark. She doesn't view Owlbark any differently than she had when he was a storm guard, and even then the storm guards to her are just stand-out warriors. Still, she finds that he is a wise choice for her aunt to have made, unlike many of the others. She doesn't speak much to the others on the patrol, but she does slow when they come closer to sunningrocks. By now the scent of RiverClan is familiar. Fish and forest. But today it seems particularly strong, as if there are warm bodies nearby.

"Don't be too excited now, Owlbark," Magnoliapeak scoffs at the deputy's expression when he spots RiverClan waiting for them at sunningrocks. Owlbark doesn't usually seem excited about anything, but especially now he looks like he just wants to move on. "RiverClan," she turns to the friendly looking bunch, a bit thrown off by the combination of somber expressions with a still-cheery disposition. "I assume you have business if you're waiting for us," she clicks, sparing Owlbark a look to gauge his reaction "...You are waiting for ThunderClan, aren't you?"

  • @sandpiperpaw apprentice tag :P
    "speech"
  • MAGNOLIAPEAK she/her, thunderclan, twenty-three moons.
    shorthaired dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes.
    mentored by her parents (informal), mentoring rampaw
    sister of hyacinthrain and honeysucklecry; daughter of hazelheart x bracken (rip)
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline and tag when attacking pls!
    penned by carat / ccaarraatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.