Border RC Loner/Rogue twist of fate // finding heather

[Heather]

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Heather didn't need someone else to tell her what she knew in her heart. There were kits growing in her belly, and the father could only be one tom. Ivytwist.

Her paws led her, as they so often did, to RiverClan's border. Her whiskers twitched with excitement - would her mate emerge from the reeds soon? Would he be excited?

Moons ago, Galepaw had asked her if she was inclined to join RiverClan. At the time, she didn't have an answer for it, but now...

Well, the weather was cold and she was in love with Ivytwist. Heather was carrying his kits! Wouldn't joining RiverClan be the smartest decision for all of them?

The wind rustled her fur, and she sat down, purring as she licked her chest fur. The wind brought with it the scent of cats - a familiar water and fish scent that bade well - but it wasn't the familiar scent of Ivytwist. However, she did scent...

"Galepaw!" she called, waving her tail to the taller cat when he entered her field of view. "I have an answer now!"

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OOC

BIO

• Tagging the patrol that she flags down: @Wavesong @BAYHOWL @pebbledream. @Galerunner
• Loner || 20 moons
  SPEECH || THOUGHTS
  

 

[Galerunner Galerunner]

—————————————————— Rocked by an endless motion ✦

It was something strangely familiar, something that felt like a silent agreement of For old time's sake, to be wandering along with his former mentor. Galerunner had become a warrior not long ago, and yet it felt as though many lifetimes had elapsed since then. The clouds whirled overhead, the days shortened in a welcoming chill, and now Gale was to fill his newfound freedom with menial things. So naturally, he found himself on a patrol—but his mind wandered, muttering thoughts of exploration... but one that was alone, one that he could exist in without pause.

The lynxpoint didn't get to lose himself in thoughts for long. Head on a swivel, it snapped its head towards a certain rush of birds, cawing a warning of something. Of someone—someone unfamiliar, hidden between the brooks and rivulets and gnarled roots. "The woods, they whisper..." It muttered lowly to himself, turning to face the unfamiliar rustling in the brush. Without so much as a sideways glance to the rest of the patrol, it departed and slipped between the weeds, ready to face the unknown—
'Ah.' It thought to itself impassively, quelling what concern he once had. 'Heather.'

She had seemed to be looking for him, too. It raised a curious brow, looking over the other. She looked well, clean-coated and sparkling—not a far cry from the cat he had met some time ago. She was somewhat shorter-seeming, yes, but that came with the weary ache in his bones. It had grown cumbersome to exist at times, and perhaps Heather would be another cat that the fresh warrior had to be careful of, lest he trod on a wayward tail. "Yes, well—" A gentle sniff to himself, something just shy of a chuckle. "—I see we have both changed, then." He dipped his head to the molly. "Galerunner. It's a pleasure to see you again Heather... and in good standing and health, I take it?"

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

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  Galerunner
  ✦—Riverclan Pearl Diver | 12 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC