Sunningrocks Border RC your beach party sucked ───〃⟢ sunningrocks patrol

[Smokewreath]

all you have is your

FIRE

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He still thinks about Adder occasionally, its been more prevalent since other thoughts have been bubbling to the surface of his mind since the cold winds had picked up. He worries often for his kits, for the safety and stability of RiverClan; sometimes he wonders if a deputy named 'frost' was a good omen or bad omen and then decides that kind of superstition didn't suit him really; though it was worth a joke at the others expense later. Still, there was something about this spot of the river that felt as if the border should shift, what good reason did ThunderClan have for being so close to the river, this section wasn't exactly that big so the hunting was hardly worth fighting for and frankly it was an excellent fishing spot with a good vantage point to the river for daring pounces rather than dipped paws.
"...you ever think about how the scent markers should move over a bit around the rocks?" Smokewreath asked casually, glancing back at Hazecloud and Wavesong with a nod of his head, "They can reach the river in other spots, they don't necessarily need this one." Perhaps it was a bit of a callous statement so soon after they had sunbathed and chatted together here not even a moon before but his thoughts were less at appeasing allies and more ensuring RiverClan had what it needed. Briefly his long orange eye flit over to Wavesong, if Adder was still here he would have agreed with him of that he was sure but he imagines his thoughts are not too popular with anyone else and certainly not his more relaxed mate and Adder's who was far too kind than he considered sensible at times.

Patrol- @Wavesong & @hazecloud (What if I wanted your rocks)

─ & the place you need to reach.

Smokewreath

— RiverClan Warrior
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
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[Wavesong]

The ocean is in my soul,
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.

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Wavesong strode alongside Smokewreath, her eyes scanning the area while her mouth opened occasionally to point out anything that could be useful for the clan. Sometimes she found materials the weavers could use, though diving in the colder weather was less appealing, the water was biting now, and she had to take care not to catch a chill. Her head swiveled, ears pricked forward, as though she thought she heard something in the distance, but the sound faded before she could pinpoint it. She turned back to her companions, a faint smirk touching her muzzle as Smokewreath suggested moving the scent markers around the rocks.

" I see yer point. " she said after a moment of silence. " An' yer right, they don't specifically need that spot t'hunt. Not as well as we could hunt there. " She gave a soft nod. " It could be somethin' t'lay out on th'sand fer Pikestar, if prey gets scarce. Smart plannin', aye. " A small sigh escaped her, misting faintly in the chill air. She knew how Adder would have reacted, he'd have bristled at the thought of yielding ground, would've fought tooth and claw for every pawstep of territory. The thought twisted something in her chest, but she steadied herself quickly. Wavesong had learned that grief couldn't rule her, not when six tiny lives depended on her strength. Her kits needed a mother who kept her head clear, even when her heart wanted to drift elsewhere.

She'd heard of the sunning rocks party, of course, but she'd not been able to join them herself. Six growing guppies had a way of keeping her anchored to camp more often than not. Still, she missed the feeling of freedom that came with these moments, walking the border, scenting the air, serving her clan in ways only a warrior could. Breathing in sharply, she cast a firmer glance toward Smokewreath. " If we want th'place, we should go about it with a strategy. " she said, determination in her tone. " Patience an' preparation'll win us more than teeth ever will. "

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[FLICKERDANCE]

Flickerdance's path takes her towards Sunningrocks. She likes to check out the borders whenever possible, even if Owlbark doesn't pick her for border patrols that day. Tension has been undeniable between the Clans; even if RiverClan is a more mellow neighbor, courtesy of their leader if Flickerdance had to guess, it never hurts to be cautious. In fact, it only hurts to let your guard down. When leaf-bare is just around the corner, she—and the rest of ThunderClan—ought to be on the lookout.

It appears she is right in thinking this way. As Flickerdance nears the end of ThunderClan territory, she spots them: sleek pelts that poke through the trees and on the other side of the rocks. She picks up the pace, ears straining to catch their words, but she reaches the very edge of the land she can traverse too late. Their maws click shut. Frustration slices through Flickerdance. Why are they looking over the border like that? What were they talking about?

"Found something nice to look at?"

she asks, threat thinly veiled on her tongue. It's as close to a challenge as she can get without outright displaying aggression.

 

[hazecloud]

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The path to Sunningrock's was well known, now. Even before their sweet little get-together with those in ThunderClan, Hazecloud did occasionally take it upon herself to sneak a nap in the sunlight when no one was around... Just little ones! It wasn't like they were being used for anything else at the time, and she let the ThunderClanners keep their dry pelted prey.

So of course when Smokewreath suggested they may be RiverClan's, well... it only made sense. Why didn't everything within the river belong to them? It was the name of their supposed holy home! "Ugh, do we really have to pass everything through Pikestar? It's not like he would ever do anything to step on poor, poor miss Juniperstar's toes, anyway." Hazecloud rolled her eyes as she skipped ahead to catch up to Smokewreath. Their little chat had a mouse ready to squeak, it seemed.

"Uh, yeah. Your rocks! Smoky, it's like they don't even care about them." The smoky molly sighed dramatically, looking longingly at the perfect patch of sun calling out to her. Nap here! Nap on me! Oh poor sun-patch, if only she could.

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  HAZE— SHE/HER ･ 37 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN PEARL DIVER ･ 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.