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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ Their breath is like a ghost, rising up before them. A specter mocking. What do they live for? Their sibling of course. Their siblings. Of course. But do they not live for their clan? Through heated greenleaves and bitter leafbares. They were here and they can recount what they do for their own but was it ever for their home? Their eyes narrow against the moonlight as they sit there, staring off into the nothingness of the marsh. Mire...mire..mire....their brain twists with their name. Weeps for them to come back. Body in sorrow and tears kept to themselves during the bitter cold nights. Claws pick and prod, carving against frozen ground before they look over their shoulder. Back to the place they had slinked away from. Camp so quiet and calm at night, so surreal. They don't know what they want anymore. They don't understand where their paws move anymore. They feel...floating, uneven, shaken and rocky. There will be cats they will miss as the thought springs to their mind. Go on. Step over that threshold. Be no longer. Shadows slipping off from a gripping hold. Ears pull back slowly and then round up as they face that darkness again.

One paw presses across that line, pressing against snow before they follow with the rest. They look back. Again and again and yet their paws keep moving them forward even if their is hesitance. Come morn only vague shapes of prints remain and their lingering scent.​

 

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Snowlark would be lying if he said it wasn't odd that Thrasherthroat was nowhere to be seen, and soon enough the reason for their emptiness would soon come to light once the patrol Snowlark led came to a stop at the border, taking in the fading scent of Thrasherthroat and the pawsteps that seemed covered by some fresh snow making the tom's eyes narrowed and a frown dance upon his lips.

"Looks like we have another who wishes to leave and not say goodbye" he stated flatly. Keeping the words that he wished to say lodged in his throat. He understands that everyone was still mourning the loss of Mirestar, but leaving when the things get tough? A cowards move in the eyes of the lead warrior, and a traitor amongst other things."Thrasherthroat is gone, looks to of left on their own will." he stated a bit flatly. Guess this was another thing that he'll have to report to Ternstar about now.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, Lead warrior of Shadowclan, 15 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[BURDOCKTAIL]

Burdocktail nearly runs into Snowlark as the lead warrior comes to an abrupt halt. Too absorbed in his own thoughts—wondering why Thrasherthroat was nowhere to be found, where they could have possibly disappeared to—to realize that the patrol has reached the border until his whiskers are brushing against Snowlark's tail. They awkwardly sidestep, nearly tumbling over their own paws in their avoidance of a crash.

Snowlark declares Thrasherthroat another deserter. Burdocktail couldn't find the evidence that points to it being so; the snow-covered tracks and the fading scent goes unnoticed by the inattentive warrior. But they take Snowlark's word for it. Staring off over the border, a frown replacing his typical grin. Another clanmate defecting from the marsh. Why? Why would anyone want to leave? Do they have no loyalty? No sense of duty towards their clan? No pride in knowing that their warrior ancestors once lived here, too?

Their tail tip twitches. Perhaps betrayal runs in their blood.

"May StarClan light their path," Burdocktail mutters. As if Thrasherthroat was dead. In ShadowClan's eyes, they might as well be. I hope it's worth it, whatever reasonin' you may have for abandonin' us all in the dead of leaf-bare.

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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ burdocktail. warrior of shadowclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𖤓 ㅤafab nonbinary, he/they | bisexual, single
  𖤓ㅤ 36 moons old | ages every 1st
  𖤓ㅤ original marsh group member | mentoring none
  𖤓ㅤ lh tortoiseshell smoke/tortoiseshell chimera
  𖤓ㅤ npc xx npc | close with ???
  𖤓ㅤ written by nico, ic opinions | tags‎

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[MARBLEPAW]

Marblepaw's fruitless search for goldenrod stalks brings even emptier feelings as she nears the border patrol. Snowlark stares at the fading pawprints, dusted with new snow, and mews, "Thrasherthroat is gone, looks to have left of their own will." Burdocktail is there, their golden eyes glazed with disappointment. He murmurs, "May StarClan light their path," but no doubt they share Marblepaw's sentiment. We couldn't afford to lose you. Not now.

Starlingheart is gone, leaving only a half-trained apprentice in her place. Mirestar had abandoned their Clan, only a moon after Smogstar had. Ternstar had only just received her nine lives... "ShadowClan is bleeding cats," she murmurs softly. She pads closer to the pawprints and sniffs at them. They're stale, as expected. She wants to find it in her to offer some goodwill to Thrasherthroat, but how can she? They'd been raised in this marsh, had been brought up to defend and honor ShadowClan, and this is how they'd repaid them all?

Marblepaw's eyes cloud with disapproval, but she says nothing else. ShadowClan will survive, with or without Thrasherthroat. She has to believe that.

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[STONEPAW]

Stonepaw hardly felt much except for contempt at the mention of Thrasherthroat's self-imposed exile. "Coward," he muttered under his breath. He was bitter. They were all struggling. What kind of cat abandoned those they love? Their friends? Unwilling to face their emotions and unwilling to ignore them. Maybe it was a fear of just how many cats went missing or had died recently. He simply didn't have the answer for that. And he didn't love that fact. He acknowledged Marblepaw's murmur with a sidelong glance. She was right. What were they going to do about it?

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• STONEPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, ten moons
  ⭃ pretty lilac with low white and blue eyes. very driven, wants to be the best, pushy. has built up a bit of muscle but is still agile.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Twitchtail ↛ @iliawonders on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Ternstar.]

TELL YOU YOU'RE THE GREATEST
BUT ONCE YOU TURN, THEY HATE US ​

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Ternstar ♛ 24 Moons ♛ Female ♛ She/Her ♛ Leader of Shadowclan

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★★★★★★★★★

—— Theres a quiet snarl on her lips with Ternstar emerges - following close behind Marblepaw. Her train of thought is not far from Burdocktails - Thrasherthroat is as good as dead, a traitor. Talking behind her back - or stars, even to her face - the molly can handle. She's content to prove herself a thousand times over if she must, if that's what it taes for her clanmates to trust her. She knows well enough that she is not... likeable, and she knows what it is like to fear the worst when leadership has failed them before. But abandonment - following in Smogstar and Mirestars pawsteps? Another quiet grumble leaves her throat, and she shakes her head. She has nothing else to say.

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E V E R Y B O D Y - W A N T S - T O - B E - M Y - E N E M Y

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[FERNDANCE]

Every day the wind's message grew stronger, temptation like freshkill wafting through the air. She could not claim to be dissimilar from those who now saw it best to leave, but their abandonment was venom rotting away all that Needledrift had died for. Her fur bristled at the chill that brushed past it, stale remnants of those that came before the only warmth in a half-mile radius. Her tail lashed and she tilted her head towards the pale sky. "I'm hungry." Standing by waiting for a missing cat to return would not feed her belly, nor the stomachs of those that remained.

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