Border RC SkC PRIMADONNA GIRL ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ LUPINE

[RUSHINGTIDE RUSHINGTIDE]

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The border with SkyClan is not one that Rushingtide can say he visits often. Frankly, neither of the Clan borders spike his interest as much as the unclaimed border does ( back towards home, back to an easier time with both his parents, back when he was just Rush, a shipyard kitten ) — where he can sit, wait, hope for the familiar chocolate pelt of Adder to appear, a sight for sore eyes; maybe, then, his family would be whole again ( wishful, childish thinking ).

Chestnut-tipped paws sink step into the cold water of the stream that separates the two Clans, the flow just undiscernible enough to tell where RiverClan ends and SkyClan begins. Though he can't think why any of the pine cats would be keen to get in the water to chase him out at the risk of shivering and sneezing for the rest of the day. Even if they are stingy about their land. The tom doesn't pay it any mind, confident in his reasoning that none of them would really care that he's there and try to claim the brook as theirs. Rushingtide stares at the water, perhaps focusing on his own reflection ( something he has done far too much lately ) more than he should, but he trusts he won't let any fish pass by without him noticing.

OOC // @Lupine

RUSHINGTIDE

WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN
he / him, cismale
16 moons old, ages on the 14th.
adder x wavesong, littermate to crescentmoon
older brother of salmonkit, otterkit, foamkit, piranhakit, troutkit and shellkit
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by nocthymia

 

[Lupine]

⊱✿⊰ She thinks it's days like these that she feels most "at home" in Skyclan; with early-winter snowflakes drifting to rest on the tips of her thick, mountain-bred coat and the wind singing through the pines and between her tufted ears. It was bothersome how often her thoughts turned toward the peaks, it was not as if she had any intention of returning there anytime soon-or.. Never, actually. She could never return.

Lupine's approach to the border was driven by nostalgia, mostly. She had always lacked… discipline when it came to her own whims. She wanted to drink from the river, see if it tasted like the crystal clear streams that rushed down the mountain, needle-sharp and unforgiving.

She did not expect company, but she did not balk at the concept of meeting a … (She assessed him visually as she drew closer to the water) …yes, handsome stranger. Lupine had gotten closer than she expected to before the tom seemed to notice her. Was there a big fish he intended to pounce upon? A cursory glance into the stream suggested not. Then, was he distracted by something? Or perhaps he was just the generally oblivious type. His expression did not reveal much one way or another. Still, she offered him a smile when she was finally graced with eye contact.

"Is it a good day for fishing? I have wondered if the fish here swim through all seasons, or if they find somewhere to sleep when the snow falls, like squirrels…" She hums casually, not really caring about the answer more than offering some small-talk in hopes that the display of good will would cause him to be less inclined to bristle. She did hope he would speak… strangers who didn't talk were so… boring.

Lupine settles a pace upstream from him, letting her toes brush the shallowest part of the bank, "Do you mind if…?" she doesn't wait for an answer before she leans over to take a drink of the water. Cold. But it lacked the sharpened steel edge she missed, not cold enough. Disappointing. She sat back with a huff, and let her attention rest on the next-most interesting subject, the stranger. "You are from the river clan, yes? Forgive me, I do not believe I have your name. Mine is Lupine."

⊱✿⊰ OH THE QUEEN. OF PEACE. ALWAYS DOES HER BEST TO PLEASE.

• ooc:
• ⊱✿⊰ lupine- skyclan - 19 moons - she/her - doe x elk
  — a tall, graceful young cat with long black-andd-white smoke fur. she is poised and deliberate with her movements, as if she is used to being watched. she is a charming and savvy speaker, though her wide green eyes betray a sort of innate soft-heartedness.
  
  — lupine is polite and friendly, if wary of the intentions of strangers and tight-lipped in the face of personal inquiries. she seems somewhat anxious about navigating the the newness of clan society and is concerned about making a good first impression.
  
  — speech in "#cbb5fc" , attack in underline, penned by eezy
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[RUSHINGTIDE RUSHINGTIDE]

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Dark-toned ears prick at the rustling of grass on the land beyond, head snapping upwards to meet the approaching stranger covered in ebony fur. Glimmering forest-green eyes stare at him as if assessing whether he's a threat or not, and instinctively Rushingtide turns his scarred side away from her prying gaze. He's seen big cats in his life, but her thick pelt made her appear even larger than most; Rushingtide stays wary, muscles tensed — though he doubts any preparation would stop him from being bodied by her.

She starts chatting with him, then. Though the Skyclanner doesn't look very interested either way, she's not yelling at him and claiming this is their territory either. "I would hope so," He mutters, opting to engage in the conversation rather than dismiss it altogether. His tail whisks behind him. "The Clan needs to eat." His little siblings especially, though they'd be apprentices soon enough. . . regardless, he'd continue to look after them ( and hopefully to watch over one of them as a mentor ). . . . Do fish sleep? "I don't know if they leave or not." He doesn't know if any of his clanmates hold that information — the shipyard had fish around even during the harsher snow season, but perhaps it could be different in this new territory.

The stranger asks if he minds, which he doesn't have any real reason to. "I don't own the water." Rushingtide replies dryly, wondering if SkyClan would try to claim the water from the stream was theirs alone. He smirks to himself at the thought, but shakes it away before the black smoke can see it and think it's directed at her. Finally, she introduces herself as Lupine - "Just Lupine? Nothing to accompany it?" Had a Clan name not been forced upon her, when SkyClan seemed to care so badly about their traditions? "Rushingtide."

OOC //

RUSHINGTIDE

WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN
he / him, cismale
17 moons old, ages on the 14th.
adder x wavesong, littermate to crescentmoon
older brother of salmonkit, otterkit, foamkit, piranhakit, troutkit and shellkit
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by nocthymia