Sunsetgleam turned towards the lionheart and…wherever…Russethowl was…where was him? He couldn’t have possibly left all of a sudden. Could he? Seabreeze had made it clear to stay within eyesight and it doesn’t look like he sees the former thunderclanner either. So it wasn’t just them, huh? The young warrior just silently wished he just went off to search somewhere and accidentally went off trail. Who knows, maybe he found something and decided to investigate further. Wait, no, if he did then why didn’t he say anything? That just doesn’t make sense at all. “You’re right, we probably should to check up there. Can’t find anything here. Everything seems pretty quiet; so far the cats over the border seems innocent” they paused. Fadingstar told them to check the border on the far down…so that probably means there’s another patrol being sent for the other part of the border. The other patrols were checking the territory or the forest so it’s most likely Fadingstar’s patrol going to the border
they walked back towards Seabreeze, still no sight of Russethowl. Did he even follow the patrol to the border? Their eyes slowly drifted away ever so slightly. They saw him earlier back at camp so they knew he was probably following along with the patrol. Did he fall back? No, that’s unlikely. They didn’t want to think bad of anyone or suspect anyone but with Dusklion missing anything could’ve happened as much as they’d hate to ponder over the possibility of a traitor among the clan. They can’t be sure about it “Russethowl…so neither of us knew where he went just now or what happened to him…” they aimed that to themselves, not really expecting a response before their gaze went over towards Seabreeze again “Let’s get going then”
Wisteriawren needed to stop sitting around. Needed to... think of anything. Anything other than the swarm of sadness buzzing in her head. She had stopped taking prey from RiverClan's pile a while ago - her mind was a fog and couldn't recall when she'd made the decision - and now she'd gone a little too long ignoring the rumbling in her stomach. But even looking at the prey pile, much less taking from it, felt wrong. And she was too terrified that every single RiverClan cat knew of her recent failures, and that they were just hiding their angry words behind vague smiles, to take any food for herself.
Now she was hungry, starving one could say, and drinking water to fill her belly as she'd been doing made her feel sick. That, along with the fact that she had thrown up a while back - good thing she had been out of camp and nobody had witnessed that - had ushered her further into RiverClan's temporary territory to... here. Where Dusklion had told her she liked her.
For a moment, Wisteriawren stood there, expression turning distant as she recalled the memory, a pang in her shattered, fragile heart. She sat down to bury her face in her paws. Her paws. They were so useless. Soft, clawless, unable to hurt anyone. Maybe it was a good thing, because she only wanted to hurt herself. Wisteriawren had finally figured out that all cats had claws. Except... her. She was the odd one out, for reasons unknown. Where had hers gone? For as long as she could remember, she'd never had them. The former kittypet wasn't sure how long she'd be able to hide the fact that she was declawed from her Clan. Would they get rid of her for it? She didn't know, but in her brain, the chances of staying were dim after what she'd done to Dusklion, to Antlerbranch, and then to. . .
Swallowing roughly, eyes pricking with fresh tears, Wisteriawren forced her paws to push her up again, wobbling for a moment as a darkness swept over her vision, turning everything black for a good few seconds before her sight gradually returned. Her head felt fuzzy, and her eyes hurt, weirdly enough. Wiping away the gathered tears, the pretty classic tabby stared at the scar on her forearm for a moment before exhaling. What had she been doing out here again? Oh, that was right. Hunting. Or, attempting to learn how to hunt, on her own, because she was starving and didn't want to take from RiverClan anymore when it felt like stealing.
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❝ Leaving them feeling betrayed.
Breaking the bonds that you've made. ❞
Wisteriawren needed to stop sitting around. Needed to... think of anything. Anything other than the swarm of sadness buzzing in her head. She had stopped taking prey from RiverClan's pile a while ago - her mind was a fog and couldn't recall when she'd made the decision - and now she'd gone a little too long ignoring the rumbling in her stomach. But even looking at the prey pile, much less taking from it, felt wrong. And she was too terrified that every single RiverClan cat knew of her recent failures, and that they were just hiding their angry words behind vague smiles, to take any food for herself.
Now she was hungry, starving one could say, and drinking water to fill her belly as she'd been doing made her feel sick. That, along with the fact that she had thrown up a while back - good thing she had been out of camp and nobody had witnessed that - had ushered her further into RiverClan's temporary territory to... here. Where Dusklion had told her she liked her.
For a moment, Wisteriawren stood there, expression turning distant as she recalled the memory, a pang in her shattered, fragile heart. She sat down to bury her face in her paws. Her paws. They were so useless. Soft, clawless, unable to hurt anyone. Maybe it was a good thing, because she only wanted to hurt herself. Wisteriawren had finally figured out that all cats had claws. Except... her. She was the odd one out, for reasons unknown. Where had hers gone? For as long as she could remember, she'd never had them. The former kittypet wasn't sure how long she'd be able to hide the fact that she was declawed from her Clan. Would they get rid of her for it? She didn't know, but in her brain, the chances of staying were dim after what she'd done to Dusklion, to Antlerbranch, and then to. . .
Swallowing roughly, eyes pricking with fresh tears, Wisteriawren forced her paws to push her up again, wobbling for a moment as a darkness swept over her vision, turning everything black for a good few seconds before her sight gradually returned. Her head felt fuzzy, and her eyes hurt, weirdly enough. Wiping away the gathered tears, the pretty classic tabby stared at the scar on her forearm for a moment before exhaling. What had she been doing out here again? Oh, that was right. Hunting. Or, attempting to learn how to hunt, on her own, because she was starving and didn't want to take from RiverClan anymore when it felt like stealing.
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Squid, Atari, He/him.
Seeing a unfamiliar cat at the border, Squid stared at the grey she momentarily before remembering they had visitors in the territory. “You are River?" The tom communicated wordlessly
Drinking in the sun, the Crown trotted over the familiar rocky ground. It had been a while again since she last got to frolic around in her territory since a few duties had kept her busy in camp, but she was free again.
Slow steps picked up speed, turning into running and the spotted molly began to sprint over a fairly open stretch of a mountain passage, agility turning around rocks and leaping over boulders, letting the brisk wind tug at her fur. She wasn't sure where she was heading, just enjoying herself without any clear direction, but gradually her paws brought her towards the edges of her territory where the newcomers' land slowly began.
The Crown hadn't really expected to see anyone here since the rift was usually pretty void of cats, only a few sparse check-ups from each group now and again, but she came to a halt as she scented one of the Riverclanians. "Just don't cross into our land~" Saturn had no desire to create badblood with the other group and so far neither faction had done anything to provoke, so her cheery comment was all meant in good fun, but she stopped completely when she saw the lump of grey fur hunched at the border.
The didn't look like they were starved per say, but Saturn got an uncomfortable feeling seeing them like that. But they were from the Riverclan, right? Yeah, she could smell their scent from the cat... so why did they look so miserable?? "Yo," she called and took the remaining steps between them. "dude, you alright? why're ya just lying here??"
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Seeing a unfamiliar cat at the border, Squid stared at the grey she momentarily before remembering they had visitors in the territory. “You are River?" The tom communicated wordlessly
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Saturn
Drinking in the sun, the Crown trotted over the familiar rocky ground. It had been a while again since she last got to frolic around in her territory since a few duties had kept her busy in camp, but she was free again.
Slow steps picked up speed, turning into running and the spotted molly began to sprint over a fairly open stretch of a mountain passage, agility turning around rocks and leaping over boulders, letting the brisk wind tug at her fur. She wasn't sure where she was heading, just enjoying herself without any clear direction, but gradually her paws brought her towards the edges of her territory where the newcomers' land slowly began.
The Crown hadn't really expected to see anyone here since the rift was usually pretty void of cats, only a few sparse check-ups from each group now and again, but she came to a halt as she scented one of the Riverclanians. "Just don't cross into our land~" Saturn had no desire to create badblood with the other group and so far neither faction had done anything to provoke, so her cheery comment was all meant in good fun, but she stopped completely when she saw the lump of grey fur hunched at the border.
The didn't look like they were starved per say, but Saturn got an uncomfortable feeling seeing them like that. But they were from the Riverclan, right? Yeah, she could smell their scent from the cat... so why did they look so miserable?? "Yo," she called and took the remaining steps between them. "dude, you alright? why're ya just lying here??"
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She/Her | Purrk(s): Just A Scratch
She hadn't expected to see anyone out here. Because she was avoiding society, that was. So far, she'd done a subpar job of avoiding Dusklion and Antlerbranch somehow. So when a voice called out, the classic tabby jolted with surprise. She turned, gaze catching on not one, but two... two... oh, skies, what were they called?
She blinked rapidly. The first one had tried to motion something to her, but Wisteriawren had no clue what. "I'm not lying. There. Here." Her words tumbled out without thought. "Laying." What was she saying? She was one wrong move away from going back to RiverClan and begging someone to teach her how to- Oh.
"Yeah, I'm... okay." Was she? Or was she a liar? "You're... the cats who live here..?" She began hesitantly, wondering how to approach this.
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❝ Leaving them feeling betrayed.
Breaking the bonds that you've made. ❞
She hadn't expected to see anyone out here. Because she was avoiding society, that was. So far, she'd done a subpar job of avoiding Dusklion and Antlerbranch somehow. So when a voice called out, the classic tabby jolted with surprise. She turned, gaze catching on not one, but two... two... oh, skies, what were they called?
She blinked rapidly. The first one had tried to motion something to her, but Wisteriawren had no clue what. "I'm not lying. There. Here." Her words tumbled out without thought. "Laying." What was she saying? She was one wrong move away from going back to RiverClan and begging someone to teach her how to- Oh.
"Yeah, I'm... okay." Was she? Or was she a liar? "You're... the cats who live here..?" She began hesitantly, wondering how to approach this.
Squid tried again, seeing if he could get the message across “You. river??" He pointed at the stranger then at a closest river in sight. Being more clear may help it.
RUSSETHOWL
He/Him - 18 Moons - RiverClan Warrior [Formerly ThC]
Purrks: Ultimate Predator
A large russet tom with green eyes
Finally, Seabreeze arrived. The large tom followed the lionheart out to the rift, nodding his head before leaving in search of his deputy. He soon realized he had wandered too far away - crap. And no sight of Dusklion either. Double crap. Letting out a hiss of frustration, the warrior made his way back to his patrolmates- who surprise surprise- were leaving. "Thought leavin your clanmates behind wasnt ideal, fishface," he snarled, lashing his tail as he bounded up to meet his patrol. "On a more serious note, went pretty far out of eyesight, but zero signs of Dusklion. No idea where she is."
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
She made note of Squid who was there as well, but was right now more focused on the other cat, copper eyes narrowing slightly, more in confusion than suspicion. "You don't seem fine, like have you been eating regularly?"
She studied the grey and white molly a bit longer. "But yeah, we're the cats who live here, but we prefer to call ourselves the Atari. I'm Saturn, the Crown... or like, chief cat, I suppose." Apperently not everyone used the word 'crown' for their leader. "This," she signaled towards the shorter cat, "Is Squid, one of our trappers. Eh, so a trapper is someone who spends their time hunting and making traps."
Alright, enough explaining their ranks, there were more important things at paw. "So like do you need something? If your group is that low on prey I can send a few of our cats to help you get back on your paws, maybe show you how to survive in the mountains and all of that." It could be tough at times, but it was the warm seasons so Saturn could afford to lend a paw if it meant less cats suffering like... whatever was going on with this one.
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Sunsetgleam turned towards the lionheart and…wherever…Russethowl was…where was him? He couldn’t have possibly left all of a sudden. Could he? Seabreeze had made it clear to stay within eyesight and it doesn’t look like he sees the former thunderclanner either. So it wasn’t just them, huh? The young warrior just silently wished he just went off to search somewhere and accidentally went off trail. Who knows, maybe he found something and decided to investigate further. Wait, no, if he did then why didn’t he say anything? That just doesn’t make sense at all. “You’re right, we probably should to check up there. Can’t find anything here. Everything seems pretty quiet; so far the cats over the border seems innocent” they paused. Fadingstar told them to check the border on the far down…so that probably means there’s another patrol being sent for the other part of the border. The other patrols were checking the territory or the forest so it’s most likely Fadingstar’s patrol going to the border
they walked back towards Seabreeze, still no sight of Russethowl. Did he even follow the patrol to the border? Their eyes slowly drifted away ever so slightly. They saw him earlier back at camp so they knew he was probably following along with the patrol. Did he fall back? No, that’s unlikely. They didn’t want to think bad of anyone or suspect anyone but with Dusklion missing anything could’ve happened as much as they’d hate to ponder over the possibility of a traitor among the clan. They can’t be sure about it “Russethowl…so neither of us knew where he went just now or what happened to him…” they aimed that to themselves, not really expecting a response before their gaze went over towards Seabreeze again “Let’s get going then”
RUSSETHOWL
He/Him - 18 Moons - RiverClan Warrior [Formerly ThC]
Purrks: Ultimate Predator
A large russet tom with green eyes
Finally, Seabreeze arrived. The large tom followed the lionheart out to the rift, nodding his head before leaving in search of his deputy. He soon realized he had wandered too far away - crap. And no sight of Dusklion either. Double crap. Letting out a hiss of frustration, the warrior made his way back to his patrolmates- who surprise surprise- were leaving. "Thought leavin your clanmates behind wasnt ideal, fishface," he snarled, lashing his tail as he bounded up to meet his patrol. "On a more serious note, went pretty far out of eyesight, but zero signs of Dusklion. No idea where she is."
Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Lionheart | Moons: 21 | Purrks: Go with the Flow | The Collector | Ultimate Predator |
“Ocean waters rising above your neck
You feel the glass start to crack.”
Seabreeze had offered a simple nod to Sunsetgleam and was about to turn to lead up the rift a ways before he would ultimately call the patrol and began to lead them back. It wasn't looking to be very likely that Dusklion had been in this area before she disappeared. The lionheart hopes that the other patrols have been more lucky about the matter. Though it wasn't all bad, at least this struck the other group's potential particpation to extremely slim to none. If they had been involved then there would be scents suggesting it but there was ultimately nothing. His ear flicked and his eyes turned, a cold ice in them as he faced his and Sunsetgleam's missing patrol mate.
"Says the squirrel that left their clan. I am not here to babysit you, you are fully capable of staying with the patrol you were assigned with, and you are more than capable of calling out to us if something had grabbed your attention so much it warranted falling behind." The lionheart answered coolly, before flicking his tail and leading a ways up. There wouldn't be anything, Seabreeze could just tell, but it was worth being thorough. Dusklion needed to come home. Though eventually, even he had to call it a day. Nothing was being found, and they needed to report in, less the clan thinks that they went missing while searching.
His clan mates haven't made any indications of finding anything so he stopped searching and called out to them one last time, "Unless you guys have found something, I think we should be returning now."
...Yeah, yeah. Out of camp again. She was sure she'd never hear the end of it, but Dusklion wasn't all that scared of her brother. Call it sisterly privilege, but she was pretty sure she could get away with just about anything right now. Plus she was actually being careful, really! She had made sure to eat and drink before coming out, and despite her outward appearance she was slowly recovering. But her curiosity surrounding Saturn and the Atari group had lingered - and had even grown a bit - so here she was, back out at the border.
Of course she was watchful for hawks so as to not fall into the same predicament as last time. But with the quietness of the night settling over the land it was clear they were likely not out. And owls didn't live in the mountains... right? Dusklion shook the thought from her head as she took a seat on one of the raised parts of the mountains, twisting herself around so that she could gaze out over the territory. From up here (she didn't want to talk about the huffing and puffing climb she had just endured) it felt like she could see everything. The forest below, the sprawling territory that stretched far beyond. Part of her wondered if she could even see the other Clans territory from here - RiverClan's rightful home. She tried to concentrate as hard as she - crackcrackcrackcrackwoooooooooooooooo
Whipping her head around to the direction of the weird noise, the deputy squinted into the night sky. It was calm and empty, save for the sparkling array of stars out. But something was moving fast in the air and Dusklion tensed herself, wondering what it could be. She was still not fully recovered, but she could run if -
Immediately the sky exploded into brightness, colors of red and blue and gold shooting out from every direction. Dusklion scrambled backwards with her ears pressed against her heat, flattening herself against the rock she was on. The loud noises continued, each of them preceded by a flash of color. She stayed there, flattened against the rock, wondering what in the world was going on. Was... was that StarClan? Was there a... fight going on in the stars?? The longer it continued, the more the deputy realized that while it was scary and terrifying... it didn't really seem to be a threat.
...Perhaps it was StarClan punishing the other Clans in the distance for having driven them out? The thought was wild and logic (and the words of Twilightstar) easily pushed it down.
After a bit the deputy couldn't keep herself tense anymore and was forced to relax, though her eyes were wide as saucers as they continued to watch the night sky. The noise and colors continued, and though her ears were angled forward and her eyes were peeled, Dusklion remained flattened to the rock she was on.
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