Border WHISKERS ON KITTENS [ apprentice request ]

[lavenderpaw]

[ @Frostmoth mentor tag but dw abt waiting :3 ]

Whether or not the stop at ThunderClan's border was successful doesn't matter. To Lavenderpaw, the bravery to try had been enough. While her jaw tenses and aches from holding the oversized leaf, she still trots along as if the pain doesn't exist at all. Against her better judgement, and with her insistence to her mentor, the two of them arrive at the gorge near the bridge. SkyClan often patrols this place, leaving there scent strongly. She wrinkles her nose, even, as the wind buffets the broadness of their scents into her face. She remembers the conversation over borders, but RiverClan's side isn't this strong... (should it be?)

Her tail twitches as she gauges how many pretty little things she has left. Still some shells, some scales. Hopefully enough for SkyClan to remember that RiverClan is not the enemy here. The cats of the rainy wetlands are far too busy devouring their own tails to deal with the ongoings of other Clans.

She doesn't err too close to the gorge's edge - not even to look over, like her vague curiosity begs of her. Instead, she sits in tight to her mentor's haunch and waits patiently, silently. They can discuss when they make it back to camp whether or not this endeavor was worth the hassle. Even if the squirrel fur is soft, or if SkyClan can give her a pheasant's worth of feathers... this hauling and bargaining, not to mention tiptoeing around the difficult happenings of the gathering... may be enough to tell her, "Never again."

Again, she takes initiative when she spots a patrol on the opposite side. "Hi there...!" she starts. This time, she holds up a shell, "I've got some nice things from the river here! I was hoping to trade for some feathers, if any of you have some on paw?"

 

[Chestnutpaw]

The other clans a speck of small grey matter in Chestnutpaw's brain. She seems them out of formality, through the necessity of border patrols. Beyond that she refuses to spare the other clans a though, not after the gathering. In her mind they hold no code, that makes them not really worth their time anymore than a friendly kittypet curious about clan life is. It's a bore to entertain, to be honest the apprentice is rather happy Hawkstar doesn't want much to do with them. Even if it wasn't RiverClan that had cut down Rosebelly in some senseless and bloody murder she didn't really think they wouldn't be capable of it if they put their minds to it. When the rather downy looking apprentice speaks she thinks to sneer and bristle by her mentors side.

Then there's that shell.

It's quite obvious to see that Lavenderpaw has caught her attention, or rather the thing that she holds. Sparkling jewel blue eyes ease the squint of suspicion she carried, instead she straightens up. Flicks her tail to get the last of her ill will gone, she could put on a showmanship of neighbourly friendship. If it meant that she got that shell in the end she'd be willing to try and show the inch of kindness that Milkheart must have given her somewhere deep down inside her. A well meaning smile is given, she's certain it doesn't hurt as much to look at as it aches her cheeks already. "I have some feathers, though it depends on how many you want for that shell" she's seen fish swim almost lazily in the streams before. They looked fine but she's pretty sure she couldn't get past the smell, no they wouldn't do at all.

"They're awfully soft, would make wonderful bedding" she wouldn't boast about how hard they were to catch. The ones tucked into her tail were from common birds after all and any SkyClanner worth training would be able to point that much out. No, it was far better to stick to the facts and let Lavenderpaw's imagination run wild with possibilities. The less she says is the better, that decision brings her a sense of ease as she carefully untucks said feathers from where they were weaved. Holding them up for the RiverClan apprentice to see with a smirk.

MY EMPTY HALLS ECHO ☆ WITH GRAND SELF-MYTHOLOGY

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• CHESTNUTPAW she/her, SkyClan apprentice, 08 moons.
  ☆ A chocolate smoke with high white and big blue eyes.
  ☆ MILKHEART X DUCHESS | Littermates with CREAMPAW and SWIRLPAW
  ☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[lavenderpaw]

The first cat to approach is a molly who has to be close in age to her. Perhaps a bit older, given her extra height and plumed fur - however, yet again, she refuses to get too close to the yawning expanse of the gorge, so she cannot say for certain. Regardless, Chestnutpaw seems interested. At first, the SkyClan apprentice nearly bristles upon being interrupted, but it seems even little shinies such as the shell have enough allure to quell the cross-Clan aggravations.

Joy lights up Lavenderpaw's eyes as she brings forward the shell, though from across the way it may look as if she is relatively unbothered by the trade. With a slight nod towards Frostmoth, she moves closer to the bridge, but does not yet step on it. Admittedly, the bridge offers her the same uncertain fear as the gorge does. Such makes sense, but in the moment she knows she must tackle that anxiety if she wants either of the pretty feathers that Chestnutpaw offers her. Lavenderpaw doesn't wait too long to weigh the value of either trade, instead saying, "I think just one is fine - you pick."

With a breath heaved into her lungs, she steps onto the bridge and places the shell as close to the midway point as she feels safe doing. The sign of her fear makes itself clearer as she hurries back to her side and a good few paces away from the edge, simply waiting for the other apprentice to accept the trade.