border awakened by revision theories ↷ [ shadowclan patrol ]

[smogstar]

This brief interlude between Leaf-bare's chill and Greenleaf's swelter is a boon to his bones. The snow seems to put a frosty crust on his joints, cracking and popping without any sense of ceremony—contrariwise, the sultry humidity in the warmest moons stiffens him beyond flexibility. One might see it as ripening with age, but he knows better. Smogmaw is rotting from the inside out, or at least he is beginning to. Yet so long as Newleaf comes and delivers its seasonal soothing remedy, he may yet live through a few more. Sixty-one moons is much more than a hop and a frolic away from the elder's den, though his paws have a hard time believing it.

It is therefore with great satisfaction that his body remained as silent as the grave while on patrol to the border. Even as mud climbed to ankle-height and refused to release him every now and then, the worst he suffered was an involuntary twitch. As the thunderpath crept into the frame, the precarious landscape soon became firm and dependable under paw, and moss-cover became grass, rich with smell. ThunderClan funk mingled with the scent, wafted over the paved passageway. Another patrol lurks in the vicinity.

"As always, let's be discreet," meows the deputy with little emotion to expend. Should prove quite manageable to achieve, considering he'd gathered himself the least contentious group of clanmates he could have possibly compiled. Hurling vulgarities at the neighbours made for a splendid pastime in the olden days. The combined weight of obligation and authority dampened his tongue now, but if a patrolmate were willing to spark a diplomatic incident, he'd be more than eager to add his grain or two for better or worse.

//@Skunktail , @RAGGEDBITE. , @Blazeclaw , @ASHENPAW , @Swanpaw ​

 

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　It is always strange to visit ThunderClan. Swanpaw still remembers nights spent in the Thunderpath tunnel in her kithood, yet her excursion beyond the scent-line feels more like a distant dream. A kit wandering, sleeping, into ThunderClan's territory... It sounds like a childish excuse, and that is certainly what most saw it as. She can only hope that the other Clan has forgotten; it would be rather embarrassing otherwise.

Nonetheless, Swanpaw carries themself with far more grace now. They move near-silently, paws sweeping across the underbrush as though walking on clouds. Her ears perk at Smogmaw's words, keeping her eyes to the border. "Ah, of course..." murmurs Swanpaw. She is perhaps the one of the least likely in all the clan to spark any sort of dispute, but she dips her head nonetheless.

‎‎┌── WE FOUND TWO DEAD SWANS ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND FILLED THEIR BODIES WITH FLOWERS ──┐‎

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  SWANPAW　☁︎　she / they, apprentice of shadowclan, twelve moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, more ghost than cat. known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, littermate to applepaw, garlicpaw, & ashenpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[lynxroar]

Mottled caramel-apricot-and-white fur emerged from the bushes on ThunderClan's side of the border, dark blue eyes narrowed. The ThunderClan she-cat felt the fur on her shoulders bristle, but Lynxroar forced it flat, a whisk of her tail and a dip of her head to Smogmaw her greeting. ''How fares ShadowClan?'' She meowed formally, her voice calm and controlled, betraying nothing of ThunderClan's troubles. Lynxroar sat back on her haunches, lifting a forepaw and swiping her pink tongue across it. The ThunderClanner's whiskers twitched whilst she flicked her tail tip, waiting on a response from Smogmaw or one of his patrolmates.

Lynxroar didn't like this. She felt uncomfortable, as there was only one of her and there was six ShadowClan cats standing in front of her. The warrior didn't let her vulnerability show. She sat there, back straight and tail held high, determined to show confidence despite ThunderClan's recent....troubles.

 

[BLUESTRIDE]

જ➶ If he has to be honest he doesn't much care for patrolling the border and thunderpath near Shadowclan. Nothing against the marsh dwellers but they always seem to have some kind of chip on their shoulder or just unnecessarily hostile. Perhaps it is the territory that they are in? All dark and gloomy, sodden. It would probably make him the same if he lived there and honestly he couldn't imagine it. His maw pulled back slightly as the acrid tang of the thunderpath swept across his tongue and he licks across his muzzle. Never a scent he can get used to but underneath that is the sure and sharp misk of Shadowclan. Must be a patrol. The imposing tom blinks his gaze slowly as he emerges from the treelije behind Lynxroar, ice colored orbs focusing on his clanmate for a short moment before looking across the Thunderpath and to the Shadowclan border.

A conversation is well within the means of their patrol but he also doesn't want to linger longer than necessary. The Thunderpath is a dangerous twoleg creation and his gaze narrows upon it. "Best to keep moving so we can get the border marked and get back." He speaks softly to his clanmate, his voice always gentle and never raised above what is necessary.​

 

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ newleaf calls for many pleasant changes, a bountiful forest, sun warmed backs. nightbird's only gripe is that as soon as the weather grows warmer, the rot of the thunderpath becomes particularly fragrant. despite how many times she had patrolled shadowclan's border, her nose curls distastefully as she joins bluestride and lynxroar at it's edge.

lynxroar chats across the border, the lead warrior could barely scent the other patrol through such a stench. how lucky they were to be joined by none other than the marshland deputy. she had hardly seen him since the moon and a half spent in the mountains, despite her less than stellar review a torn ear twitches in greeting.

it is palefire's kin that urges them on with a gentle reminder, nightbird's eyes flick curiously to the light furred tom. "somewhere more exciting to be than the thunderpath? i can hardly imagine." the lead warrior teases but does not protest to the idea, there were certainly more pleasant places to spend their time.

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 31 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
  ⭃ 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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