pafp ALL FOR US — tour

[SNAKEHISS]

Snakehiss had sneered at the idea of giving WindClan's newest addition a tour of the territory. That situation with the stolen kits had brought nothing but trouble — those swamp-blooded children had no place in the moors, anyhow, and Snakehiss had believed that from the beginning. The charade had gone on for long enough, until Sunstride decided to take matters into his own paws. His stunt had nearly cost him his life, and now half of the clan had run off to who-knows-where. Their ranks had also gained a new warrior, conversely, though he was only ShadowClan's reject. Sootstar trusted him for some reason, and his loyalty to her he did not understand, but they were all expected to go along with it.

So, the young deputy had bit the stick and led Granitepelt and a few others out of camp. Snakehiss' half-lidded stare was cast across the sea of snow; there was not much to see, unfortunately, other than hills of white. He huffed, "These are our moors. Quite different than the cesspool you once called home." Much more open, much more tranquil, and much more radiant ( in newleaf, anyway ). Their brief stay in ShadowClan had been nothing but unpleasant, with the presence of disease-ridden rats and stinking carrion and murky and muddy marshes. Snakehiss was glad to be rid of that dreadful place and Granitepelt should be thankful that Sootstar allowed him refuge in the best territory the clans had to offer.

He lifts his nose to the wind for a moment, scenting for any critters nearby though to no avail. The snow also provided ample shelter for burrowing hares, making hunting much harder of a task. "Rabbits and birds are our main sources of prey. Your days of eating slimy toads are over." He nearly wanted to gag at the thought of tearing into a soggy, wet amphibian. How did ShadowClan survive off of those disgusting creatures? Yet another reason why WindClan was superior.

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• @GRANITEPELT + anyone is free to be tagging along! retro to The Breakup

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  ✰ SNAKEHISS
  —— he/him; deputy of windclan
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and a notable bite mark on his right foreleg
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[GRANITEPELT]

Granitepelt trails after the lanky, shadowy figure of Sootstar’s newest right-paw. “These are our moors,” the deputy huffs haughtily in the former ShadowClan warrior’s direction. Open blue skies stretch for what seem an eternity, uninterrupted by a treeline of pointed pines. There are no shadows here, besides what sparse foliage there is casts when up against the sun. He has never felt so exposed—he’s used to skulking about a tightly-coiled forest, pines brushing against his fur, fronds tickling his ribs as mud squelches and sucks at silent feet. His expression is grim as he surveys the territory sprawling before him. “The marshes are a cesspool, but they’re better for stealth. I’m surprised you WindClan cats can sneak anywhere here.” He grimaces as wind buffets the short fur on his face and chest.

Snakehiss’s remark about eating toads causes his belly to grumble against his better judgment. “That will take some getting used to,” he admits, flexing his claws into the dirt. “Eating anything with more than a mouthful of meat on it will.” That, at least, will be a welcome departure from the life he’d left behind.

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[downyfur]

The apprentice pads along in the middle of the loose clowder, a tail-length behind Granitepelt and their deputy. Downypaw is surprised Granitepelt calls his own former home a cesspool. They don't fully know what the word means, but given Snakehiss' disgusted tone (well, when was it not disgusted?), they assume it's something nasty.

At the mention of stealth, she glances around for @SOOTSPOT. Stealth was what tunnelers are for, but was it something that should be mentioned to an outsider? Sootspot would probably point to the fact that he betrayed his own birthplace for WindClan, the scourge of the five clans as it were, and Sootstar had not yet mentioned why she trusted him so. The kits didn't quite seem enough for that kind of trust, regardless of Downypaw's personal feelings on them. (She misses them a little bit, and maybe Sootstar and Sunstride both had good intentions with them.) He seemed like just the kind of self-interested character their mentor had warned them of.

Still, they are eager to please. "The long grasses, um, when it isn't snowing, hide the moor-runners. And you can't see the tunnels, so they're kind of naturally steathy," they explain, looking to Sootspot again. They don't think they've revealed critical information, like the tunnel to the bridge, and someone as big as Granitepelt probably didn't need to know that anyway. "I guess stealth doesn't—you don't need stealth if you're strong either," they add as an afterthought. They certainly don't feel strong, but some of their clanmates are, certainly.

Snakehiss continues, listing off their prey. They vaguely remember gnawing on a frog in ShadowClan territory, or had it been a snake? Their memories of that era are hazy, the only distinctions being emotion. The scarred warrior's admission surprises her, again. "ShadowClanners don't have enough to eat?" It wasn't actually what he said, but it's what she took from it. So when we all were in ShadowClan territory, did they just starve? She wonders what Granitepelt thought of the occupation too, but something about where the conversation is going dissuades her from asking.​

 

[Gooseberry]

Gooseberry had decided to tag along when showing their newest member the moors, more out of curiosity than anything. He couldn’t say he fully trusted Granitepelt, though he did sacrifice his home just for the sake of a clan he wasn’t even born to. That was enough to earn the white warrior’s respect, if anything. Though, part of this is also wanting to hear more about what ShadowClan’s camp is like. He might have seen the outskirts of it in person, but he hasn’t been inside himself, nor has he taken the time to give a rat’s ass about communing with others. Now is the best time to get some insight, he supposes.

He stays silent for the most part, just listening to the commentary and soaking it all in while enjoying some semblance of peace. Getting sleep lately has felt harder than it ever has… He only feels the need to pipe in when Downypaw opens her mouth, and he instantly feels the need to correct her. “Strength isn’t everything. We need cover just as much as any other cat. You find ways around it, there’s always a chance to use the battlefield to your advantage.” Gooseberry knows it’s a bit hypocritical coming from him, as he tends to use strength above all else, but it’s the truth. “And usually, no. It’s why they have to resort to filth more often than not. But no matter, you’ll finally have a proper meal here, Granitepelt.” He should thank Sootstar’s hospitality solely for that fact. ​