Open Sunningrocks Border RC The birds they got help from below, from dirty paws and the creatures of snow // Riverclan border patrol

[Coyoteclaw Coyoteclaw]

She knew well why she was to lead this patrol; she didn't often get the chance to talk with Frostmoth but there was something she knew they agreed on, and that was Sunningrocks. Too many times, she saw those lazy Thunderclan cats use them for nothing more than warming their bones upon the rocks. It was a waste of good territory. Though she had been told time and time again to hold her tongue, it was hard to do when prey grew scarce in their home while their neighbours quite literally sat upon perfectly good hunting grounds.

Followed by cats she knew and respected, she would try to avoid conflict, but Starclan, she couldn't help but glance at the rocks. Tantalising, they are across the water. There was idle talk amongst the cats about prey and hunting and passing congratulations to Cresentmoon for her recent graduation. Meanwhile, Coyoteclaw lagged behind the patrol; she was the leader, and she found herself wanting to press closer. The river was their territory, so it wasn't as if a Thunderclan patrol could argue.

"How about we try some quick hunting while we're on the water's edge, see if there's anything we can bring back to camp." She purred, eyes lidded as she padded towards the water. A facade of innocence, a guise of ignorance. But it wasn't as if there wasn't something sharp behind her maw if a cat dared challenge her on the matter.

Chocolate and cinnamon fur darkened with the water soaking in. Coyoteclaw felt the chill of the water seep into her pelt. She and her patrol couldn't idle in the water for long, but she wanted to inspect the rocks, if the marmots were still nearby. She had seen them on past patrols, fat and rich with warm blood. Of course, her gaze scattered beneath the wtaer too, but the fish and aquatic creatures were taking to deeper waters to sequester from the chill, and it grew harder to find the things beneath the surface. She didn't dare cross the river; she wasn't so brazen. Yet.

Rather, she continued her guise, fishing for the clan with her patrol, just happening to approach the rocks, little by little. Breathing the air was just as she suspected. "Smells like there's still marmots running across the way." She hummed, positioning herself as she happened to see a tiny minnow, nothing more than a fry. Even so, she darted her paw and hissed like the pitiful prey was anything important. "Shame we cannot partake, prey like that would fill the bellies of the caregivers and kits. With this freeze on the way, warm prey would do them well." Coyoteclaw tutted, watching the silvery thing swim away, eyes flickering back to her patrol. She very much knew some within the clan agreed with her sentiment, but the many who voiced it? Well, she thought they might have a fighting chance.

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Tagging: @Smokewreath @Shimmerstone @hazecloud @Crescentmoon

Thunderclan/Sunningrocks: Leaf-bare is rearing its ugly head, and prey is beginning to hide and swim deeper. If only those pesky ThunderClanners would allow RiverClan to use their sunningrocks... Although there should not be any conflict on this patrol in particular, nothing can stop you from wading a little closer and expressing your opinion of who should really have this outcropping of rocks.

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COYOTECLAW She/Her, Riverclan Warrior, 26 moons.
A chocolate/cinnamon chimaera with low white and amber eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring no one
littermate to Dogflicker and Foxtail
NPC x NPC / parent to a none / mated to Brightnose
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[brindlefeather's icon brindlefeather brindlefeather]

BRINDLEFEATHER ──

thunderclan | forager​

Brindlefeather has traversed less and less to Sunningrocks as the weather turns cold. He's not very good at hunting, so he rarely goes to fish, and the rocks aren't exactly warm when they've always got a layer of frost or snow on them. Still, nature's bounty is a glorious thing, and there are beautiful things to be found in every corner of ThunderClan's territory. In particular, he's looking for a waterleaf or two. The little flowers that sprout from the stem are very pretty, and their small size makes them perfect for adding small decorations to things.

Of course, the pesky weather has gotten to many of the plants. Waterleaf is no exception, as it often sprouts in the newleaf and stands tall throughout greenleaf… now that leaf-bare is ravaging the forest, Brindlefeather finds that the few stems of waterleaf that aren't completely dead are wilted and brown, their flowers unsalvageable. He frowns, but only for a moment, as he can hear some voices approaching across the river.

"Oh, RiverClan! Hello!" Brindlefeather's tail swishes in greeting, beaming as though he's come across an old friend. "Staying warm, I hope? How are things over there?" He sits politely, though there's a sense of wariness that lurks beneath the surface. He knows Loonstar has been… defensive when addressing the other Clans, especially at the most recent Gathering. He sincerely hopes that other cats aren't thinking that all ThunderClanners are just as hostile… if only they understood what their leader is going through to make her act in such a way.

maybe we'll turn it all around 'cuz it's not too late

it's never too late

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[Webfrost]

WEBPAW
SHE/HER
12 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

With Dewshine busy in the nursery with the newborns and her own graduation due to come any day now, Webpaw had taken to latching herself on to any patrol she could, desperate to prove herself a matured and capable cat. While she hadn't taken any opportunities to trek with another cat to SkyClan's border, RiverClan ought to be safe enough.

The apprentice padded beside Brindlefeather, her eyes narrowing slightly at the RiverClan patrol across the border. While there was peace between the two Clans, there were certain cats who had been at that party that had raised her hackles. The rocks here were a great piece of territory - if she were a RiverClan cat, she'd certainly be jealous of the Clan that held possession.

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[Blizzardblaze]

Ahh, Sunningrocks. It was a delightful spot whose utility did fade somewhat in leaf-bare; the winter sun did not relinquish nearly as much warmth as its other-season counterparts, and the trip here was less and less easy to justify as the season slunk along. Still, it's an important part of the territory, especially in light of RiverClan's strange preoccupation with a patch of land which they could not possibly think truly belonged to them - or so Blizzardblaze felt. It reassured him to be here, making ThunderClan's presence known, and so he had joined his Clanmates readily. It had been an uneventful journey thus far, though not an unpleasant one; the chilly air was refreshing if nothing else, and he enjoyed watching his breath cloud in front of him as he walked. A question he had been about to pose to Brindlefeather, to inquire if his fellow forager had had any luck finding the waterleaf, died on his lips as he caught sight of RiverClannners in the water. Webpaw remained silent, and Brindlefeather addressed their water-treading neighbors with a warmth that seemed to fall just shy of entirely unguarded. Blizzardblaze watched Coyoteclaw paddle forward and was unable to keep an eyebrow from quirking. She was treading awfully close to their side of the river, it seemed to him...though perhaps he was imagining things. "The water must be freezing." He added in a friendly way after Brindlefeather's inquiries, marveling (not for the first, nor last) time at the RiverClanners' prowess in the water. How do they do that? It seemed like the height of misery to him, especially in leaf-bare.

 

[Shimmerstone]

Shimmerstone was no stranger to the ThunderClan border near the small strip of rock-covered territory, whether it be from the patrols she had been sent this way, the party that Loonstar had so kindly invited the RiverClanners to, or the small trips she had taken by herself to be out this way to hunt and see her friend, she had stepped foot on those rocks enough - albeit once would have been enough really - to understand why the more vocal of her clanmates wanted them. It was good territory for hunting, good territory for simply drying off and warming up before heading back home whether it be crossing the river by swimming or by jumping from slippery stone to slippery stone to try not to get oneself wet again.

There was that little voice that whispered in the back of the warrior's mind that they would be better in RiverClan's paws, that they could be used more for better things and that they needed them more than ThunderClan did. She knew next to nothing of the other clan at the end of the day, didn't know what their territory was like other than the trees, but she knew that they did not swim and that they hunt amongst those trees and the underbrush that coated beneath them, so why they needed the rocks so badly that they had claimed them as their own had been lost to her, but it had been this way since RiverClan had moved to the territory, since they had moved from the beaches of the ocean and the shipyard close to the other cats and clans, so she had never really questioned it. Besides, she wouldn't want to take territory away from her friend, right? If ThunderClan had it they needed it for some reason... right?

Speaking from Coyoteclaw caused the questions to re-emerge as she slipped into the water, usual frown plastered on her maw though it became a look of thought for a moment as she looked across the border. Part of her hoped she'd see Boarthorn here, but when others began to show up instead she let the thought fade away, instead focusing on catching the fish that dove deeper as the weather began to cool more and more. "Things are fine in RiverClan." She'd answer when the question was asked, eyes flicking up from the water to the unfamiliar cat that had asked it before they flicked over to the rest of the patrol for just a moment before they landed back on the water. Whether things were actually fine or not they'd get that answer - it was fine. "It'll be colder in a moon or two, for now I think it's tolerable." Maybe not for super long periods of time, but tolerable enough so long as she kept moving, kept fishing. She didn't want to know how cold the waters would get when leafbare was upon them, for last leafbare she had been at the shipyard where it seemed like the water had always been a tolerable temperature, where everything seemed nicer until it wasn't.

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SHIMMERSTONE she/her, riverclan 13 moons old.
all white cat masking cinnamon tortie
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[hazecloud]

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Hazecloud would call herself just a little shocked to hear Frostmoth throw her onto ThunderClan's border again. After she so openly declared to be vying for their rocks, she was sure Wavesong might've ratted her out to Pikestar about her less than diplomatic behavior. If ThunderClan wanted to feel so brave as to make threats, she could too.

"We're doing fine, of course. RiverClan's might and all, buuuut, I think we would be better off if we could fish off the rocks today. Doesn't seem like you ThunderClan cats are using them, anyhow!" Hazecloud meowed sweetly as she stepped ahead of the patrol to get a good look at who was here. More than just Flickerdance this time, surely they could convince a couple of friendly warriors, not like an apprentice could have much say.

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  HAZE— SHE/HER ･ 37 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN PEARL DIVER ･ PENNED BY @gonkpilled!

  a smoky blue molly with warm green eyes. haze is a short and stout molly with a longhaired pelt that is beautifully kept. she is a highly skilled, agile swimmer and fisher with a surprising mischievous streak.

 

[Crescentmoon]

CRESCENTMOON

PEARL DIVER, DIVE, DIVE, DIVE, DEEPER

☆xRIVERCLAN WARRIORx|| 16 MOONS ☆ ​

☆ ADDER X WAVESONG | littermates with Rushingtide
☆ Mentored by Willowburn
☆ A mild mannered albino child, fur carries a permenant wave from growing up at the shipyard. Currently growing into her inherited anger while dealing with frustration for feeling behind in comparison to his peers.
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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The bitter coolness of the river against idle winds can be ignored today. Crescentmoon would not look like a shivering child in the presence of ThunderClan after all, even if he really, really wanted to. Instead she sunk a little further into the water, trying to battle against the colder weather by shielding the wet sections of his fur from the occasional breeze and standard cooler temperature. If Coyoteclaw could pretend to lead the charge of fake fishing in the water then surely the patrol wouldn't mind him really trying to commit to the act they were selling. It was hard though, with ThunderClan's voices scaring off any viable fish nearby. As if hogging the rocks that could very well feed them wasn't enough.

Hazecloud seems to be vocal enough to support the resentment that he held iron clad in his head. Too worried about slipping down the slope that was getting too outlandish, what would his ma think about that? Flicking his paw above the water he decides to rise from the protection of the lapping currents. Barely suppressing a shudder as he does so, instead gritting her teeth and bearing it. "I'm sure they're getting great use out of it" there's a snark in his tone as he looks to his clanmate. Wrinkling her nose in frustration as a freezing droplet of water drips off the tufts of fur framing her face, landing squarely on his nose. "Not as much as RiverClan could, of course" that much is genuine, there isn't nearly as much honey in her words as she speaks.