Private Border Territory THERE'S A FISH THERE- shimmer & boar

[Shimmerstone]

{$title} they do be catching up

She moved close to the border, eyes scanning the other side of the river as carefully white paws moved alongside the reeds. The slight chill in the air had made it so the trip to the border had been a quicker one, less stops to fish on her way here and instead opting to hunt all on the way back and do it in one go if possible. She had hoped that while she was ot the border she would be able to see Boarpaw as she had a few moons ago for the first time, as she had only a moon prior before many of the cats of the clans had been chosen to go to the gathering while she had stayed behind and waited patiently - or so she had told herself - to hear the news of what had happened (or rather hadn't happened) at the gathering.

She was curious what had transpired in the moon that it had been since she had seen her now friend but curious all the same. Even if there wasn't much going on in the life of the RiverClanner - the fish were biting well, that was about it really - she wanted to know if he was diong well, even if it was just that the squirrels were running into their paws as they hunt.

//really quick opener but an opener nonetheless! @Boarpaw

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SHIMMERSTONE she/her, riverclan 12 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.

 

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

It had been the first time Boarpaw had had the chance to wander again since the Skyclan scuffle, and somehow, he found himself wandering all the way back to the river. He'd decided to rest atop the rocks, curl up for a brief respite from... The heaviness of the camp. A lot had happened, and honestly, the noise in Boar's head had gotten loud, and a bit of peace at the river's edge might be enough to soothe it.

While his wounds had healed over, he was warned to be careful, and thankfully, where they were hadn't utterly inhibited him from moving about. But they were still awkward enough to send pain through his pelt if he didn't mind himself. The scarring on his face, where he narrowly avoided losing an eye, felt like an eyesore to him; he didn't even want to get too close to the water, just the idea of seeing where scars someday will remain made his stomach turn.

But, where Boarpaw thought he would be alone, instead his gaze landed on a white pelt, one that Boar didn't realise just how much he wanted to see again, his shoulders relaxing to see a friend. "Sthimmersthtone!" He purred warmly, smiling for the first time in days it felt like as he approached the water's edge, tail thumping behind him. "It'sth felt like forever-"

'-I missed you.' The last of his thought going unspoken, Thunderclan had been too busy, too loud and overwhelming, it was hard not to miss the quiet comfort that came with spending time with Shimmer at the river's edge.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

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  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 11 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #91989b