A DEAFENING SILENCE | skyclan (dusk) patrol

[CHRYSALISWING]

"Be vigilant." Chrysaliswing's gruff voice rumbled through the heavy quietude of the loner lands, like his verses swam through leaden ocean, heaving through the frost-bitten winds. Twilight settled upon each crevice and crack, only seeping into the shadows of an early winter. Frazzled whiskers twitched as the warrior lifted his crown, though the pure frigidity made it hard for him to even concentrate. His chattering teeth tended to overpower most of any other sound, like the incessance of a rainstorm, ingraceful thuds and crashed upon the earth. It shouldn't be so cold in this season. Something's wrong. Still did the chimaeric tomcat trudge through the mire, for the fog rolled back in stertorous cry, indolence of the dusk draped upon their drooped napes and arched shoulderblades. "Let's mark the border and leave quickly. It's too cold to stay out for long. He barked out a command as he glanced back at the rather misfit group of patrol-goers - from a medicine cat to two warriors. He trotted off to go mark the border where it faltered, with the stale stench of Skyclan almost an invitation for trespassers to slither past. If he were good for anything, then he would rather be good at defending his home.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

• OOC: @Ekat @Fireflyglow @HAWKSPINE aaaand apprentice tag @WEASELPAW
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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 31 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring Weaselpaw
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Fireflyglow]

There is a subtle tension in the air, he can taste it just on his tongue. It settles with a vengeance upon his tastebuds, sour and soul-rattling. His graceful form slinks behind the warriors and apprentices on this patrol, herbs gripped tightly in his jaws. He does not offer Chrys an answer to his command, for marking the borders isn't his duty. It has been long since he has strayed this close to the borders, thankful that he hadn't been sent near the lands in which his mentor had been slaughtered alongside his mate.

It is discomforting to be without the clover-scent of his mate by his side, anxiety thrumming beneath behemoth paws with every hesitating step. He circles the patrol, ears flicking like radars which scanned their surroundings for intruders. For his own safety, he hopes that he doesn't catch anything amiss. His hearing is much better than most cats. Milky blues flick sightlessly around, Mother's chilly breath upon his neck reminding him of his duties.

He sniffs amongst Her flesh, nostrils flaring as he rips a near-frozen stalk of marigold from the ground unceremoniously. With his last lingering herb harvested, his job here is complete. He stills alongside Hawkspine, his nibling a comfort in the swell of the cold leafbare air. His tail subtly seeks outwards, brushing against Hawk's spinal column as if seeking comfort.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 27 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​