Cicadapaw stood a little straighter at Pineblossom’s praise, warmth blooming in his chest despite the soft swipe of her tail across his face. He ducked and huffed, pretending to be embarrassed, but couldn’t hide the warm smile on his face.
He padded after her to the border, his amber eyes scanning the area and taking in the faint smell of the scent markers she pointed out. "So… what happens if we see another Clan’s patrol right at the edge? Do we just… stare at each other? Or say something?" he asked curiously, stepping toward one of the trees lining the border and rubbing his cheek against it.
MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Enforcer | 20 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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Eyesight going bad, huh? Mosstangle brushed along the trees, updating the scent line as she thought about it. She knew that losing senses could happen to some cats, especially as they grew older. It made her wonder if she would ever lose a vital sense. Was it painful to lose a sense outside of battle? She didn't feel like it would be an appropriate question to ask, actually.
She didn't have to worry about it, though. Catfishchirp quickly moved on to small talk. The weather. Why was it always the weather? "Warm, sunny days are always good for patrols, so long as it isn't too hot." She purred, acquiescing to his topic change. "Though, I don't mind a nice, cool day. So long as there's no rain." She really was more of a temperate weather type. Not too hot, not too cold. Not to wet, not too dry. Her tail flicked lightly as she continued along the border.
They were just about done. A quick, easy patrol, it seemed. "Want to do some hunting while we're out here? We've got plenty of time to spare. I'm sure Mistlewhisker wouldn't mind some extra prey for the pile." Then, she wondered if he would have some trouble with hunting because of his poor eyesight... But, he was still a warrior, right? That should mean something.
Mosstangle is an Enforcer in Shadowclan! Mention me whenever she is needed! My characters' thoughts, emotions, and actions are simply descriptions and roleplay, and do not align with my personal thoughts, emotions, and actions. *Pockets Full Of Purrkies active!*
Cicadapaw stood a little straighter at Pineblossom’s praise, warmth blooming in his chest despite the soft swipe of her tail across his face. He ducked and huffed, pretending to be embarrassed, but couldn’t hide the warm smile on his face.
He padded after her to the border, his amber eyes scanning the area and taking in the faint smell of the scent markers she pointed out. "So… what happens if we see another Clan’s patrol right at the edge? Do we just… stare at each other? Or say something?" he asked curiously, stepping toward one of the trees lining the border and rubbing his cheek against it.
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Originally Posted by Fenrir
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Thorn-Crowned Amazon☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Pineblossom-☆
ThunderClan Hornet
[She/Her]
{33 Moons}
~Straight~
"And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home."
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Pineblossom approached a scent marker, marking it before moving to the next. The queen spotted a few scraggly squirrels that she would make a break for soon. Or, she would teach Cicadapaw how to catch them if he hadn't already been taught.
Reddove
He, Him\Warrior\26 moons\Thunderclan
"Just believe in myself won't rely on others."
- - -
Marbled ears flicked, trying his hardest not to breathe in the scent of kill. Mission... Semi-successful. He still salivated a bit, but nothing drastic. Anyways, it was time to head out, and time waited for no cat. Nor did danger at camp, and Reddove was practically buzzing to get back as much as he was dreading it.
He gave the other side of the border one last good look before he spoke bluntly. "Time to go." Without another word, he padded off.
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Thorn-Crowned Amazon☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Pineblossom-☆
ThunderClan Hornet
[She/Her]
{33 Moons}
~Straight~
"And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home."
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Pineblossom looked back as Cicadapaw's question rattled off. "Usually we would just acknowledge each other," she mewed, watching as Reddove approached them. "Never instigate anything with them unless there is undeniable proof of them over the border of course," she mewed firmly. The she-cat turned to meet Reddove's gaze, flickering back to Cicadapaw as she flicked her tail to turn back to camp.
Cicadapaw dipped his head at her words, ears angling slightly back in thought. So... be alert, but not mouse-brained about it, he summed up to himself, filing the lesson away into the growing list of rules that shaped a proper warrior.
As Reddove neared, the young tom cast the older warrior a curious glance but didn’t speak as he led the patrol back. When Pine's tail flicked, Cicadapaw was already moving. He trotted after her, his paws light on the forest floor as they returned to camp, glancing once over his shoulder toward the border before facing forward.
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