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[Frostmoth]

This morning's patrol takes Frostmoth to the border between ThunderClan and RiverClan territories. The deputy reminds his charges to keep to their side of the river. Some of them step on the moist banks and gaze into the river as they move along. Though they are continuously moving, he does not take up a quick pace, choosing to lead a diligent patrol over one that rushes through checking markers and intrusions. It isn't until the patrol nears sunningrocks that Frostmoth really pauses.

Frostmoth does not say what he is thinking. In fact, he bites his tongue and turns away. A waste of a perfectly good hunting ground that could belong to RiverClan before anyone else. Another symbol of Pikestar's seeming good nature showing RiverClan's soft white underbelly instead. What use would ThunderClan have for these basking rocks that are surrounded by racing waters? Rocks that leer over the river and trickle into stepping stones that bridge their territories.

He frowns, wavering in his dislike for a long moment, but ultimately decides to move along. The smell of ThunderClan is especially strong in this length of shared border. No doubt because their neighbors are well aware of the close proximity between their territories here. "Let's take some extra time to check this area," he suggests quietly, so that his voice does not carry across the river in case of a patrol he does not see "Just because our territory is… so close here." His words are chosen carefully.

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• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
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[lavenderpaw]

Lavenderpaw is noticeably lagging this patrol. The molly, usually keen on sticking to her mentor's side regardless of the task, continuously pauses to look over the river at the forest on the other side. Looking for someone, more specifically. That brown tabby tom had been so interesting and kind... Is it truly that easy for her to grow fond of anyone? He would be a nice friend, is all. And when they approach Sunningrocks, she rationalizes it that Asterpaw (as she's come to learn the tom's name) would let her bask atop the stones regardless of ThunderClan's ownership.

And then she thinks of the bloodshed at the gathering, and decides that it'd be better to not test that theory.

She shakes out her pelt, standing ankle deep in the lapping tide when Frostmoth summons them to take time around this area. She blinks in his direction and nods slightly. "What are we looking for...?" She asks the deputy, quieting her voice somewhat as she returns to the bicolor tom's side. Are they sniffing about to see if ThunderClan's crossed the river at all? Perhaps tufts of fur or stashed prey left behind by tresspassing fools... The apprentice isn't sure.

 

[Coyoteclaw Coyoteclaw]

———————————— 'Cause everything moves, everything pulses. ✦

She didn't mind an early patrol anymore, where she used to begrudingly come along; being able to give a little extra back to the clan was enough for Coyoteclaw now.

The chimarea hummed to herself, smiling back at the apprentices tailing along, chuckling a little to see dragging paws. She couldn't fault them; she would have been the same at that age, whining to have to wake up so early when a comfy nest sounded so much more alluring. But to admit there was something else that similarly caught her attention on this patrol route, and it was always why she gladly tagged along these mornings.

Padding close along the river, her gaze fell onto the huge slabs of rocks, tantalising across the stepping stones, surely lovely and warm already from the beating greenleaf sun. Coyoteclaw let out an almost forlorn sigh. Why that wasn't their territory was besides her, but it wasn't like she could go trespass right in front of the clan's deputy...

That was, until Frostmoth said to check this area closer; she wasn't ignorant of his gaze flickering across the river to the stones, too. A smile spread across her maw, almost mischievous. It seemed he had a similar idea, but just as she had always seen, a single cat won't voice an opposing opinion unless they know someone else shares it.

Coyoteclaw padded a little closer to where the deputy was, sighing a little, looking almost longingly to Sunningrocks. "Isn't it such a shame those rocks go unused, Frostmoth? Poor Wavesong's aching bones would feel world's better." The molly tutted with a shake of the head. She padded a little further ahead, a small smile knit on her face.

While she didn't particularly want to cause issues among the clans, she did think Thunderclan's ownership of the rocks felt rather foolish, putting the suggestion in the council's mind that maybe Riverclan deserves them more might make them think the very same.

— So many angles, so many lines,

So many ways to see the sunrise. —

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  Coyoteclaw
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[Frostmoth]

Lavenderpaw's lingering does not go unnoticed by Frostmoth, but he doesn't grant it much suspicion either. Lavenderpaw has always been the curious sort. He'd spent the good latter half of her kithood trying to keep her from running out of camp or going on an adventure by herself. She is certainly naïve, but she isn't an idiot. It had been her, after all, who approached him tearfully after the gathering and said she never wanted to go again. If anything, Frostmoth is glad to see his apprentice moving along a shared border without much apprehension. The apprentice poses the question what they're looking for nonetheless and Frostmoth doesn't have much to reply with other than a shrug. "Just regular border patrol stuff," he replies simply "I doubt they would cross. They don't seem interested. But we should still make sure our side is secured."

It isn't until Coyoteclaw speaks up that Frostmoth feels his pelt prickling with irritation. It is true. Frostmoth glances at the sun-warmed rocks. It's the time of year now that he bets the rocks are extra nice to sunbathe on. He huffs a sigh. Other than the typical border markers, there isn't much of a sign of ThunderClan here. Do they even use the sunningrocks? Frostmoth grimaces. "It is a shame, but they did claim their territory before we arrived here," he replies. The deputy shuffles his paws in the loam of the riverbank before glancing back at the warrior. "Well. At least we have good reason to be on good terms with ThunderClan. I imagine they may allow us to partake eventually, once they see they have little use for it." Frostmoth's tone is confident, he is unsure of his words. Juniperstar doesn't seem like the sort to hang onto that sort of thing, but after the gathering he isn't sure he can say the true nature of any warrior.

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• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!