border you said you had the answers // windclan patrol

[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
THAT EVERYBODY HAS TO TALK TO━​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 20 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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" Remember - were h-here to mark the b-borders, not st-start any fights, " Periwinklebreeze warns as they near the border, blackened paws carrying him swiftly and silently. Really, its not something that should need to be said as often as he has - but shadowclan are not always the nicest of cats in general, and there's still a lot of bad blood between the two clans. Not that he can blame them really - as much as he loathes smogmaws very existence, the deputy (and his clanmates) had every right to be disgusted by what they perceived as kit stealers. Of course, peri himself had still been on the journey - hobbling his way back, delayed by his injuries and helping stormfeather best he could in his condition. But that hardly absolved the rest of his clan - they had no excuse other than fear, or perhaps even worse had thought sootstars actions right. He's not exactly about to ask, content to simply ignore the past.

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// @SEDGEPOUNCE @FOXGLARE ( @sunlitpaw ) @sparkspirit

 

[Magpiepaw]

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"Perwinklebreeze." His tone is aloof but not unkind, the moss in his mouth dropped as he gazes across the thunderpath with a crooked tail flicked upward in greeting. While he held no love for WindClan as a whole or any cat who had willingly bent beneath Sootstar's reign for so long he felt much less animosity toward those who had been on the journey and the false point specifically. The WindClanner had been nothing but kind and encouraging and he remembers the panic he felt rising like bile in his throat as he hastily pressed his dark paws over a shredded eye and prayed. It was still intact, it seemed, scarred and unseeing but every present on the masked face. Magpiepaw smiles uncharacteristically, "Keeping your eye on things?" He teases, tone light and whimsical as he busies himself with checking the plants along the path in passing as well.

——— ⸸ I'm the kid in the rain. Celebrate the insane ———— ⸸ Yeah, never goes my way

• OOC can go here.
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  Magpiepaw
  —⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
  —⊰⋅ He/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
  —⊰⋅ Has mild cerebellar hypoplasia (Wobbly cat syndrome)
  
  

 

[ONYXPAW]

I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH — Having been born too late to truly see the full extent of Windclan's crimes, Onyxpaw only knew them through the lens of the opinions of other cats. Her mother, her father, Avocetfall... they had all been more than eager to tell her to stay far away from Windclan, and not give the moor-dwelling clan the chance to dig their claws into her pelt. Yet still, she found herself wanting to at least give them a chance. Especially now, with the fall of Sootstar still lingering on everyone's minds and a chance for redemption sitting right in front of them for the taking. The young chimera would write them off if she truly had to, but for now she just viewed them with wary acceptance, wanting to see what it was that they did next.

As it so happened, it seemed like what they did next wasn't particularly exciting this time.

Her head popped up on the other side of the thunderpath not long after Magpiepaw's, her own jaws full of anything that the medicine cat apprentice had seemed interested in. While she had no desire to follow the life of a medic herself, she at least didn't shirk away from the opportunity to help both him and Starlingheart whenever she was given the chance. Unfortunately, the flowers and moss in her maw left her mute for the moment, sheepishly dropping them into a little pile at her paws before waving her short tail in the patrol's direction. "Hello! I hope... I hope that newleaf has been being kind to all of you so far." It was all she could think of to say, heart hammering in what felt like her throat instead of her chest. What were you supposed to bring up, to be friendly to the clan that everyone spoke about in aggressive hisses and spits?

CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH ✦ IT IS KILLING YOU

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  ✧ shorthaired tortoiseshell point and chocolate point chimera with blue eyes
  ✧ 6 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ✧ bisexual; crushing on yellowpaw
  ✧ daughter of monarchroot and sleetjaw
  ✧ shadowclan born; silently loyal to her home
  ✧ difficult to befriend; shy to most except yellowpaw
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[jaggedpath !]

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WindClan's gruesome habits appeared to have died with Sootstar, but Jaggedpath is no foolish lamb with trust. The cats of the moors had bared their teeth enough and very well told the entire forest who they truly were, and though perhaps some had felt remorse for it he saw them no different than the blood-curdled queen. A dashing white pelt emerged from rustling shrubs with Onyxpaw and a slow, steady gaze raked across every cat beside Periwinklebreeze.

"Havin' a g-good cr-craic ov'r there, ah, yeah?" His rickety, fast speech is hard to catch on for the untrained ear but his tone towards the moorland cats is bland. Nothing more than a formality. Jaggedpath's muzzle swung toward @BATCHASER with a crooked grin. "Fuh-fancy they stop actin' l-like eejits now that-that they got a wee slap?"

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• // OOC he is so irish im so sorry​
• image here optional
• ― (( jaggedpath )) fluffy white tom with black speckles on his muzzle and bright blue eyes
  ↳ shadowclan, warrior, cismale he/him
  ― easy to make friends with | bad at romance | good at teaching | bad with kits​

 

[BATCHASER]

Having been there for the extent of Windclan's crimes, he didn't truly feel any anger and any malicious intention building up inside him. Strangely just content but with a little bit of wariness deep down. He's seen the windclanners bare their teeth, only following orders given to the blood-thirsty moor queen like loyal soliders. Following after his clanmates, the long-legged shadow that was splashed with white studied the Windclan patrol with a tilt of his head. Curious as usual.

Looking over the Thunderpath, he spots a windclan patrol. The bicolor lets out a soft huff, looking at each of the windclanners with a bored tail flick. Hearing Jaggedpath's voice, he turned his dark head to his white furred clanmate. "Agreed, Honestly those thoughtless バカども made a big mess of things." Slipping into his mother tongue, he twisted his mouth into a grin.

OOC -` ♡ ´- DON'T WALK INTO THE FOG

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• no ref yet </3
• ( Ehhh ?! ) BATCHASER : warrior of shadowclan
  ➛ cismale ; HE / HIM, no problems with other pronouns ; currently 29 moons
  ➛ pansexual / single / not actively looking / open to crushes
  ➛ a tall, curly shorthaired oriental mix with half-lidded odd colored eyes.
  ➛ action , thoughts , "Speech , 7077A1"
  ➛ smells of rain-soaked pavement & sweet leaf rot
  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
THAT EVERYBODY HAS TO TALK TO━​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 20 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Magpiepaw is a welcome sight - far more so than nearly anyone else would have been. Now mismatched eyes glitter with mirth at the younger toms comment - a snort slipping past his lips before he can help it. " Of c-course - c-can't let all your hard w-work go to waste, " he jokes - light hearted despite the self-depreciating sentiment. Truly, he thanks the stars shadowclan had been willing to spare their healer - how many more deaths would have littered their path if they hadn't? Surely, he would've lost his eye in it's entirety had he not been there to patch the windclanner up.

The rest of the company the medicine cat apprentice keeps however is far less friendly - familiar and unfamiliar words leaving their lips, but his lack of understanding makes them no less mocking. Tail tip flicks as the lead squares his shoulders, staring blank-faced at both Batchase and Jaggedpath. He didn't condone sootstars action - he hated her, and hated that she'd dragged kits into things even more - but he hadn't even been around to be able to stop it, only arriving days before they'd been returned. Still, he finds the continued hostility frustrating. He settles for ignoring them, blatantly turning his focus upon onyxpaw instead - " st-starclan has been kind - f-f-flowers and g-g-greenery st-stretching as far as the eyes can see, " he says. with new growth had of course come new life - bountiful prey, and easy cover with which to hunt it down. Still, they don't need to know every detail - he keeps his words harmless and vague.

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