Open Territory sleeping powder // no trace

[BROWNFUR 𓄋]

Brownfur is a dedicated warrior to ThunderClan. Though a smog of mystery floating around him, unfinished paths of stories from his past often leading to more questions than answers, there wasn't much to say about the tom other than what he showed to his peers. That he enjoyed long days of hard work, he cared for his daughter's future, and he was devoted to keeping the bubble surrounding himself at peace. Meditation took a great amount of the time he did not spend out in the oaks. Staring out into the world, contemplating, configuring.

Brownfur wasn't a man of many words. His voice a scarce sound among the others, but when he spoke it was with utmost confidence. As if each word were fact and incapable of challenge. There was hardly anything else to the tom's universe than his work and time time alone. It had become a rigid part of his routine, and was not uncommon to go long hours of the day within a sight of him.

But the hours would stretch on.

Brownfur had parted from his nest to meditate in the glow of the early rising sun, a typical start to his day. He made no effort to hide the path he had taken, but he luckily remained unbothered while he sank into the quiet air. There was only one, single rustle of dried leaves from above to break the noise. A few mutterings may have followed, one may have even heard a laugh rumble from Brownfur's throat, but he was soon nowhere to be seen.

No signs of struggle, just a flattened patch of earth where the brute had laid in the frail grass, and the waning scent of fresh lumber.

Brownfur was a dedicated warrior to ThunderClan, but his devotions were never rooted in the soil.

ooc general information

• ooc: he gone
• 𓄋 thunderclan ranger
  𓄋 father to flutterstep
  𓄋 staunchly stoic

 

[Magnoliapeak]

I SIP A TOAST TO NORMALCY

A patrol helmed by Magnoliapeak moves through ThunderClan territory, quick and easy. The morning air is crisp from leaf-fall, the smell of earth and oak wafting through the air. The hunting patrol, despite the snapping cold air driving prey toward shelter in preparation for winter, had gone surprisingly well. Magnoliapeak finds that her mind is occupied by a number of things unrelated to the patrol when she finds that a patch of grass ahead is curiously flattened.

She approaches without much caution, though she fears that she might find yet another bundle of abandoned kits there. But there is nothing where the flattened grass lies. The wind kicks up briefly, and she swears that she can smell one of her clanmates stale scents carried by the wind.

Magnoliapeak shrugs, spares a glance back toward her patrol, and then chooses to move on without giving it a second thought. Whoever they are. Wherever they had gone. Magnoliapeak is almost certain that it would never bear any sort of consequence to her.

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✿ magnoliapeak is a thunderclan storm guard with sharp resolve and strict standards.
✿ 30 moons old, ages on the 11th of each month.
✿ currently mentoring flickerpaw and sandpiperpaw
✿ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically difficult
✿ her parents are hazelheart x bracken. she is littermate to honeysucklecry and hyacinthrain. she is gen 2 on the junipersable tree.
✿ penned by carat, see her tags here.