all along the watchtower - thunderclan patrol

[Flycatcher]

@meadowflame @Hollow Tree (feel free to tag your apprentices in your posts) ShadowClan cats are free to interact but they will be separated by a road lol

After nearly getting lost, and having to listen to some pointers from the rest of the cats on patrol, Flycatcher finally successfully led them to where they were meant to be patrolling. He had led them a little too far west, almost doubling up on the WindClan patrol that Blinding Star was leading. At least they made it here before it got too late in the day, at least that meant they could still get back to camp and have time to do some other tasks if they so wished. As they got to work re-scenting their markers, Flycatcher kept a watchful eye on his patrol and the thunderpath nearby. There were surprisingly few monsters about, which was a relief to the blue tabby but he had no desire to tempt fate. "Please be mindful of the thunderpath," He told his patrol with a nervous chuckle. "I don't want to return to camp and have an awkward conversation with Emberstar or Howling Wind because someone got curious."​

 

[betonyfrost]

POST CODE

• Do they know they are watched?
  
  Betonyfrost steps silent, concealed by thickets and brush. Voices are faint; the words made indistinct by distance, and yet Betonyfrost's ears are pricked. She doesn't recognize any of them, not by voice or sight, and wonders briefly if that would change if she was closer. The other clans existed in a strange space in Betonyfrost's mind-- aware of them, curious of them, and yet Betonyfrost has never actually met one that wasn't first marsh-born.
  
  What lives to they live across the border? How must it be to walk on dryer ground? There is a brief butterfly moment where Betonyfrost considers crossing the Thunderpath and asking-- one that flutters away as soon as it lights between her ears. What a pointless, stupid way to die.​

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shadowclan warrior | blue mackerel tabby | tags​

 

[BONERIPPLE]

Bone is close to Betony, gently walking with them and keeping an eye out for strangersn and just like her clanmate she hears and scents something different. The patrol across the Thunderpath is something that she senses even with acrid scent of the black ground. Though she hesitates strongly from touching it. This is where her sister was killed. She backs up, feeling sick in her stomach before she focuses on the patrol across the way. It's just Thunderclan and she frowns a little. She has no reason to speak to them and she looks away abd to Betonyfrost. Wondering if she would like to say hello. Beckoning with her tail the molly finally decides and she steps out of the cover.

"Hello, Thunderclan." She calls her greeting easily enough. Voice carrying across the road that separates them. ​

 

[MARROWPAW]

──⠀ ﹙†﹚⠀MORTIS ⠀: ⠀ his mentor was nearby, somewhere. antthroat was a fine warrior, but that was about it. he was fine — if not a bit slow, taking the extra time and precaution to speak in gentle words to a boy so recently orphaned. marrowkit . . -paw now, he supposed, would only stare back in contempt. citrus luminaries burn fervently with indignation and yet he does not dare utter a word, merely the vague bristle along his thin spine to reveal his feelings about patrols. they were near the thunderpath and blood roars in his ears with each looming step, shoulders hunched and ears pinned, a spiky creature of bicolored fury. a hunting patrol — how could he hunt, in this condition? his lip twitches and sunburst luminaries lift, catching sight of a familiar molly looming nearby the booming thunderpath. bonejaw. his aunt, her ivory forelimbs beaming against the murky sun. across the way are more figures and . . he squints, unable to make out their faces.

it was easy enough to slip away from the classic tabby, their head turned towards where they sat crouched, waiting for a squirrel to pass. marrowpaw simply backs away, slitted pupils focused on the tom’s brindled pelt until he is safely far enough from the undergrowth to rustle the dying autumnal leaves. ivory paws bring him up alongside betonyfrost, peering at her curiously — and obviously, before shifting his gaze towards the cats ahead. they smelt of greenery and chipped bark, like the remnants of the gathering that clung to his mothers fur upon her nightly returns. his throat tightens and he wants to warn them to come no closer, but they are smarter than he was. marrowpaw swallows hard, dead eyes falling downward — ghost boy, standing drained alongside warriors much bigger than he. a side - step brings him closer to his aunt, though he does not look up. she’d taken them in after the accident, but no longer did he crawl up the lengths of her limbs, biting, pulling at her ears. his tail drops behind him, but he finally raises his eyes to meet the thunderclanners gaze, offering a weak, twitching smile in greeting. hello.

out of character information

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  − marrowkit ; he / him. kit of shadowclan, son of briarstar and amber
  − longhaired spiky black tom w low white & sunburst orange eyes
  − four months old, penned by antlers
  
  

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[Ravenwatcher.]

So I walk alone down the darkest roads​

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Canarywatcher was next to join, ocean blue eyes landing on the thunderclanners as she found herself standing near Marrowpaw and careful eyes on the other clan. They too had been affected by the fire and they had no quarrels with them so small talks of greetings wouldn't hurt yet, Canarywatcher would stay silent as she watched the others as they marked their side of things and the young warrior wonder what it was like to live in a place that florished with greenery instead of mud and marshes. Perhaps she should work on befriending some Thunderclanners...just in case.​

"speak""Thoughts"​

 

[Flycatcher]

It doesn't take too long for the faint scent of ShadowClan to make its way across the thunderpath. Casting a watchful gaze over the border, Flycatcher can see ShadowClan cats watching them from the other side, curious but not outright hostile. A few of them look over and smile but only the one she-cat calls out to them in greeting, which Flycatcher decided to return. "Greetings!" He calls out to the marsh cats. "How fares ShadowClan? Is Briarstar well?"​

 

[betonyfrost]

POST CODE

• Betonyfrost knows what Bonejaw is going to do before she does it-- it would be just her luck!-- but she still startles at the older she-cat's voice. Perhaps it is a strange thing to prefer to watch someone in silence, perhaps it is that Betonyfrost is, herself, strange. Talking was something better in theory than practice. She feels younger than herself standing besides Bonejaw, being beckoned into conversation like a shy kit.
  
  But she is surrounded by her clanmates, and the ThunderClanner seems nice enough.
  
  "...ShadowClan fares well," Betonyfrost calls back, and then casts an uncertain look to Bonejaw. It doesn't seem to be the sort of news that should be shouted over the Thunderpath.
  
  She realizes, suddenly, that she could simply not address that.
  
  "How-- how is ThunderClan?" Being loud on purpose is unfamiliar enough that Betonyfrost cannot help but look to her clanmates, silently seeking permission or reassurance-- is this the right thing to do? "Just as well as us, I hope?"​

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shadowclan warrior | blue mackerel tabby | tags​

 

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

that was none of their business. how briarstar walked within the stars, like so many cats did. too soon. shaking their head they stood beside betonyfrost, giving the other warrior a gentle nudge before turning to look at the thunderclanners across the roaring thunderpath. an involuntary shiver shakes them at their core, and they try to pull their gaze from the ground, tail lashing behind them. they hated the thunderpath. it's smell. it's noises. the monsters that ran across them, roaring with such ferocity, and the memories. the blood that spilled across it all. clicking their teeth, they only offer a nod to the other clan. they were not in the mood to talk. in fact, this was a waste of their time. as long as they stay on their side, we will be fine. they should mind their own business over there.
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[ NOBODY ELSE MATTERS, GIRL ]​

 

[meadowflame]

Meadowflame walks at Flycatcher's heels, expression carefully neutral as they approach the Thunderpath. ShadowClan's scent, as ever, is vile, but the fumes from the offending strip of black tar is arguably worse. She gives the cats who stare at them from the treeline across the border a small smile. Flycatcher calls a greeting back to the black and white medicine cat, and a blue tabby hesitantly asks how ThunderClan is doing.

Meadowflame draws a paw across her whiskers before smiling. "Fine, thank you. Doing much better now that we're back home. Hopefully you all are recovering from the fire, too." She doesn't really care if they are or not, but it seems like the thing to say.
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PENNED BY MARQUETTE​