A DARK FALL | shadowclan patrol

[FERNDANCE]

Shrouded by the red-hued cloak of dusk, Ferndance lazily repeated Smogmaw's suggestion in the back of her mind as she made various different attempts of smiling to whichever partner she had chosen for herself. Practice decorum, and practice she would until her jaws split and her mind grew tired of all the positivity. Conversation had been plentiful from the cinnamon tabby's side, from discussing the intricacies of cutting open a frog to how many eyes a spider had, there was no shortage of entertainment for a patrol filled with cats who likely wanted the exact opposite. Luckily, it did not take long to reach the Thunderpath, two distant lights running further and further away as she stared down the left side of the gravelly death lane. Tail rippling ('move forward slowly and carefully'), Ferndance pushed through the thin layer of horsetails blocking her view from the other side of the path, narrowed eyes catching shadowy shapes moving. Ah, how pleasant it was to be surrounded by diligent neighbours. "Remember what Smogmaw said," she mewed to the ShadowClanners, ears perked forwards. "We act with plenty of decorati- dec..." She tilted her head, nostrils flaring in a veiled frustration.

"Be pleasant." With that, the Lead Warrior slipped away from the main group to mark a patch of grass, craning her tall head from time to time in an attempts to catch someone on the other side of the border to make 'pleasant' conversation with.

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[BURNSTORM]

'Be pleasant' it is a simple statement that he overhears, or at least it should be but coming from ShadowClan, who he knows is never pleasant, they are bold words. He parts the undergrowth with his large form, coming to stand just at the edge of the border, a show of presence and force if ever there was one. In his eyes there dances a challenge, a dare for one of them to set foot over it so that he could sink his claws into them and send them running back. It would not be unheard of for ShadowClan to accidentally wander into their part of the forest looking for prey. A lot of clans seemed to be doing that lately and Burnstorm was sick of it, to be frank. No. No Clan would take advantage of his home while he was here.

"ShadowClan" he says in way of a greeting, his voice gruff. He only spares them one side-long glance before he moves off and marks his own part of the border and then he sits, tail wrapped around his paws and he watches them from his spot safe on his own side. It was clear that he had no intentions of moving until they were gone.
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[nightbird]

dark ears twitch as voices began to ring out across the thunderpath. how lucky it was that they would cross paths with the shadowclan patrol. tail flicking, the lead warrior emerges through the growth not long after burnstorm.

his paws were planted close to the hot asphalt, but nightbird would not follow suit. it stank even more in this weather, she could see the heat reflecting off in waves. with a wrinkle of her nose, the molly moved to brush against foliage near the path. burnstorm had greeted them just about as kindly as she would have, so she stayed silent and without even a glance towards the other patrol. a clan full of rats, she had no interest in conversating, just in marking the border and returning home.

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• NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-four moons
  ⭃ nightbird is a small black smoke molly with pale silver eyes. a loner turned thunderclanner, her loyalty and drive to provide for her clan is unwavering. however, she is not known for harboring a bleeding heart, instead equipped with sarcastically fueled wit, brutal honesty, and a sharply edged tongue.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[batwing]

Another dark pelted warrior slipped out of the brush on Thunderclan's side of the Thunderpath. He, a bit more agreeable then the other two, simply tilted his head towards them. There wasn't much bad blood here- beyond the obvious scampering across the border for prey, the distaste of Shadowclan's marshy scent on their trails. His ears twitched, green optics shifting towards Burnstorm. If he was watching from afar, and not near the two clanmates at his side, he'd break out cackling. So, so serious, he reflected.

Hiding that mirthful smirk, he brushed against a bush. Maybe there'd be interesting conversation yet. Well, more interesting then Burnstorm's short statement, anyways. ​

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[GENTLESTORM]

( ❄ ) Hailstorm following after his patrol and he was the one that stuck out amongst his dark pelted clanmates, long ears perking up as he saw a patrol of Shadowclanners across the Thunderpath. Burnstorm had already greeted the cats from an opposing clan so and Hailstorm couldn't help but let out a soft snort of amusement hearing Ferndance struggle with a word and finished with being pleasant. The snowy tom brushing against the bark of a tree before standing alongside his other clanmates deciding to remain attentive to their neighbors, a ghost of a smile present on his maw.​

( O SOL PEDIU A ; LUA EM CASAMENTO )

 

[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — break the air to feel the fall.
Where Burnstorm and Nightbird entered the scene intimidating as ever, they’d be followed by Roeflame’s far less ferocious approach, trickling in on the heels of her Lead Warrior and her friend.
Instantly upon seeing the Shadowclan cats, however, her muzzle cannot help but crinkle is pure disdain.
Disgusting, all of them. She grumbles silently, nervously taking a moment to search for Dewfrost in the sea of slimy pelts a vulture expressions.
When the silvery queen is nowhere to be found, however, Roeflame continues on with what she came to do, pointedly avoiding looking at their marsh neighbors.
Finally, she’d be finished and making her way to Burnstorms side, opting to continue standing to conceal what little of the tension within her that she could.
She’d offer nothing but daggered glares to the patrol across the Thunderpath.
She didn’t trust them, and the asphalt was not too far of a cross if one was determined enough.
She hated them, feverishly so, but would hold her gaze. She was no reflection of Burnstorm, but the amber warrior had proven more than once how deceiving looks were.
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[✧ Sleekserpent.]

♡​♡ MOM AND DAD THINK I SUCK AT LIFE ♡♡​

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sleekpaw & 07 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they & thunderclan apprentice ​

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Sleekpaw moves along in silence, though blue eyes peer curiously in the shadowclan cats direction - he's had limited interaction with those outside of thunderclan, though he's certainly heard some... tales. Not that it matters much, of course - she takes pride in her open mindedness, in her wiling ness to form her own opinions, in spite of her mentors best efforts. As they skirt along the border, scent marking it, another ripple of pain squeezes their chest, and a sneeze slips out before they can help it - though certainly, it's because they'd walked right into a tangle of pollen filled weeds... right?

— they hoped i'd be rich by this time ♡

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: sleek is carrying the plague in case anyone wants it <3
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• — a small and effeminate apprentice with pale pinkish cream fur and baby blue eyes. sleekpaw comes across as quiet and aloof towards most, though he shows a softer side around the nursery queens and his mentor. she seems to care little for anything outside of training, apprentice duties, and her appearance. they seem strangely silent on the topic of borders however, and even shiftier about anything concerning cross clan relationships.
  
  — physically medium && mentally hard
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
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