PAFP Border TRAIN DELAYS [ border visit ]

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This thread takes place at the border of the clan territory.

lavenderkit

blessing in spring
17
2
Freshkill
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While her previous jaunt out of camp had torn her in two, her entire body aching and exhausted, she at least makes it to the border this time with a morsel more energy and less discomfort. Lavenderkit isn't sure if her parents have discussed her outings or if they're ignorant to what the other has done - at the end of the day, she truly doesn't care to know. All that matters to her is that she's being gifted freedom and exploration. And, if by chance or otherwise, it's to a different border than before.

They trod across a wooden thing called a bridge (where the river goes under them) and further more until the river stops them the same as it had done with ThunderClan before. She ruffles her pelt against the breeze that sweeps around them, looking towards the pine trees with unbridled excitement. Her expression, however, remains pinched, as if agitated.

"Who lives over there, Momma?" She asks Hazecloud, as if this question hasn't been answered thrice over already. "Is it another Clan?"

[ pls wait for @hazecloud !! ]
 
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Nursery captivity had withheld her from being able to explore the riverlands in all its expanse. Hazecloud would be a bit delayed as a warrior, given the timing of her kittens and how little she was interested in Clanlife in the short time before that. She knew there were borders, neighboring Clans that weren't far off from theirs. She heard ThunderClan was nice and SkyClan was not, but truly that felt more like Pikestar's problem than hers.

Hazecloud paused on the bridge to take a break in their step. Lavenderkit might be new to traveling such great distances, while the queen had lost her sense of endurance, but luckily her patience was still there. The battering of repetitive questions were no match for her resilience. "I think it's um... the ShyClan one or something. But yes, another Clan! I guess there's hundreds of them out here in the forest." If they were supposed to be so special she didn't see why they couldn't be the only ones.

"Just be nice if you see anyone. You brought the wrong momma for a fight." The queen smiled and carefully swept a wispy dandelion from her daughters fur.
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  • HAZE— SHE/HER ・ 33 MOONS ・ RIVERCLAN CARETAKER ・ 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.
 
swallowpaw wasn't very close with her mother, both of them left the nursery unceremoniously and returned to (or began) their respective duties. by name she isn't, but by age the medic is more or less, a grown skyclanner. there's no reason to seek out her parent anymore.

she's realized how often she wanders near the riverclan border. there's no big, heartfelt reason for her decision swallowpaw simply... enjoys the sound. it's peaceful here, serene, the constant echos of birdsong is drowned out by the waters flowing over the rocks. there's not many herbs she needs from this corner of the territory, but a quick walk through here isn't so bad.

shyclan may be incorrect, but it's also not wrong, depending on who you find, that is. it's uncommon to see a regular clan cat wander across the border with a tiny kitten in tow, so her interest is there, but that still means she has too... approach... and speak... "hello?" she asks carefully. "out for a walk today?" the kit standing next to their mother looked exactly like her, it was kind of adorable.

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DUSKPOOL

He ain't able to recall a nice thing about his dam and sire. The two of 'em nothin' more than show cats harpin' on a bunch of kits they ain't ever wanted. Their upwalkers hadn't been kind either. He ain't got much fond memories of his younger days, not unless it revolved around his littermates, old and young. They'd been thicker than thieves till upwalkers gone and sold 'em off to the highest bidder. Unlucky for him, Duskpool found himself in the heart of an illegal dog fightin' ring as a bait cat with his younger brothers.

His lips curled idly beneath wooly obsidian fur. Takin' note of the two RiverClanners near the border. His mangled ears swiveled takin' note of Swallowpaw's presence. His chest rumbled in quiet greetin' toward the medicine apprentice. "Takin' the small fry on a walk around the territory, eh?" His brow raised in Hazecloud's direction, molten iris driftin' to Lavenderkit.


"Hey there, pipsqueak." He directed earth-warm words in Lavenderkit's direction. His molten iris soft-hearted despite his scarred, mangled features. "Ya got a name, kiddo?" His head tilted, wooly plumage sweepin' the ground, coiled muscle relaxin' beneath the water's low thrum. "Reckon I should give ya my name, eh? Most folk call me Duskpool." He introduced with weather-worn words.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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  • DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.

    ᯓ★ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
    ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
    ᯓ★ eighty-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
    ᯓ★ speech thought action
    ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted