PAFP Territory ThunderClan RiverClan the moon scene it is a cruel dream . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ trespassing

[S t i l l d r e a m]

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The neglected markers were there, though faded. The scent lingered faintly in the air, an opportunity to press her luck while her time with ThunderClan was still young. By now, she was aware of the patrol routes and knew that the clan across from the large sunbathing rocks lived a river dwelling clan.

She stepped forward, spreading her paws on the slippery rocks as she made her way across—carefully—slowly. While she was certain it would be thrilling to tumble from them and take a ride down the river, she wasn't keen on filling her lungs with water today.

Night washed over her brilliant pelt, soft as moth wings, glowing like moonlight. With little hesitation, she pressed her paws onto the muddy bank. She paused at the threshold, ears twitching as she listened for life. Not out of fear—she wasn't worried about being caught. If caught, she would feign ignorance or blame the faded border.

The white silhouette pushed deeper into claimed territory and then stopped, dipping down to poke her nose at something buried in the grass.​

OOC NOTES . ⏾ . CHARACTER INFO

• OOC: — Please give @Coyoteclaw a chance to post first.​

• 𖥸 LH albino w/ bluish red eyes and abnormal ears.
  𖥸 A calm and ethereal sounding voice.
  𖥸 Likes long walks in the woods, kissing in graveyards, and collecting fungi at sundown.
  𖥸 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𖥸 Smells strongly of herbs and detritus.

 

[Coyoteclaw Coyoteclaw]

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

She found herself wandering the borders that night, a late-night patrol to try to secure their territory a little more. That, she didn't mind all too much, walk along the borders, maintain the scent markers, check for anything amiss. Riverclan wasn't the best at consistency for the maintenance of borders, they'd had one too many encounters as of late of clan patrols pressing closer into boundaries that they supposedly owned. A quiet nervousness at the thought of cats breaching the territory while everyone slept, so she agreed to help keep an eye on territory openings, if only for the peace of mind of mind for the younger cats of the clan.

Now, it wasn't as if Coyote was willfully ignorant, she just didn't seem as onboard to the whole idea of other clans being competition, that there was only a certain stretch of land they could enter, and crossing them seemed... Taboo. It was strange, which is what made border patrols feel silly to the warrior, but she wouldn't argue. Riverclan was polite enough. Fed everyone, even if they hadn't hunted that day, with safety and shelter. It was a nice gig, she and her siblings were safe, and that would suffice for her.

The chimaera found herself pacing not far from the river, where the stepping stones would be up ahead. Those were some of the important locations they were always meant to keep an eye out for. Most of the local cats were all sad little drypaws, useless in the water. Making the stepping stones some of the only ways for them to trespass.

Just to Coyoteclaw's luck, she heard the sound of claws against stone, hearing a stranger before seeing them. A sigh left her lips, like it was more of an inconvenience to deal with some strange cat prancing into their territory. Maybe it was those Shadowclan hooligans pressing their luck again, but Pineheart clearly wasn't enough to scare them off.

She pressed ahead, not all too sure what to expect. Well, what she did see... Captivated would only be the start. She had seen plenty of cats like this stranger before, but stark white fur almost reflecting in the moon made her falter for a moment. The stranger seemed to be alone, and the longer her eyes fixed on this cat, the more curiosity gripped her.

So, without a second thought, Coyoteclaw pressed ahead, intercepting the stranger, standing before them so they couldn't enter further into the territory. She wasn't fussed about the stranger in Riverclan, more so who they were. Her eyes scanned the cat as she spoke. "Now there, cats ain't meant to be crossing the river." Coyote spoke cooly, as if she held more brevity or power in the situation than simply a riverclan warrior. "What makes you think you're so special?" One thing she did notice, however, was just how peculiar this cat was. She tried not to stare, but the extra set of smaller ears wasn't something Coyote had ever seen in a cat, nor the pair of blueish-red eyes that met her own.

— So many angles, so many lines,

So many ways to see the sunrise. —

• 
  Coyoteclaw
  ✦—Riverclan Warrior | 18 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A chocolate/cinnamon chimaera with low white, and amber eyes.
  #8E4C1A

 

[Frostmoth]

Being polite with strangers and outsiders- neighbors in particular- seems to have its pros and cons. On one hand, they're able to avoid violent conflicts and maintain a stronghold in a respectful manner. However, it also seems that for some intrusions are an afterthought or lack risk. He thinks back to SkyClan's encounter with RiverClan. They have not since had such a close quarters engagement with their neighbor, and now that this ThunderClanner had waded into the river, he wonders if there is some value in being a stronger presence. No matter how off-putting Hawkstar's presence had been.

Frostmoth stands rigidly beside Coyoteclaw. "It's true," he adds "The river is the border between ThunderClan and RiverClan's territories." As if he's emphasizing his point, he looks up and down the river and stretches as far as he can see in both directions into the rainforest. He looks back to the white-coated ThunderClanner and tries not to visibly startle when he realizes how striking her appearance is.

"I'm sure that you don't need to be told that," Frostmoth evaluates her after averting his gaze for a thoughtful moment "Are you lost...?"

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 17 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!

 

[S t i l l d r e a m]

The pale figure stirred at the sound of approaching pawsteps. She lifted her head when a voice broke the stillness, a few blades of grass falling from her jaws. Seemed there was nothing of interest in the patch after all.

"Oh? I'm not?" Stilldream blinks innocently at the stranger. The earthy molly projects confidence. A cocky warrior or maybe someone of importance within RiverClan. Either way, she intends to tread carefully.

Before she could say more, another stranger joined them—this one larger, and dark pelted with a white mask. Stilldream instinctively drew back a step, her expression shifting into something more cautious. "RiverClan?" Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying the tom before her eyes widen with realization.

"N-no... I'm not lost, or well not exactly." She said quickly, "I'm new to ThunderClan, and the borders are still a bit confusing to me." Stilldream took a step forward, face twisting with worry. "Please don't be upset with my clan for this! This was due to my own inexperience." She mewed, dipping her head apologetically, pale lashes fluttering as she lifted her head again.

Stilldream was used to being looked at—sometimes with curiosity, sometimes with unease. She'd long ago made peace with her unusual appearance. As a kit, it embarrassed her ears not quite like anyone else's, fur too stark and eyecatching even to their prey—but time had tempered that self-consciousness into pride. Stilldream knew she was unique. Besides, she didn't necessarily mind the attention… especially when it came from such lovely company.

"I must admit I didn't expect RiverClan to be home to such.... formidable looking cats." She mused, suddenly distracted by their sleek pelts. Their pelts had a shimmer to them that she found very attractive. Was it something to do with the prey they consumed or the properties of the river itself? Stilldream heard the river-dwelling cats liked to swim and catch fish...

Their pelts shimmered in a way that intrigued her. Was it their diet? Something in the river water? She'd heard tales of RiverClan's cats fishing and swimming like otters. An unusual bunch for sure but maybe they were onto something.

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OOC NOTES . ⏾ . CHARACTER INFO

• OOC: — : )​

• 𖥸 LH albino w/ bluish red eyes and abnormal ears.
  𖥸 A calm and ethereal sounding voice.
  𖥸 Likes long walks in the woods, kissing in graveyards, and collecting fungi at sundown.
  𖥸 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𖥸 Smells strongly of herbs and detritus.