BOGOS BINTED | Windclan Patrol

[Firefang]

It bothered her still how that fox in cats skin was still allowed to live free after killing Juniperfrost but she figures spending the rest of your days choking down fish, listening to Cicadastar’s grating voice and spending a quarter of your time soaking wet was enough of a punishment for any cat with half a brain. but it still isn’t enough for her. She isn’t one to forgive or to forget easily nor is any cat in windclan. Her eyes stare hatefully at the other side of the border as they walk across, the distant thunder of the gorge hardly much more than a whisper to her. Her attention is keen, she’s leading this patrol and she’ll make sure no one gets pulled across today.

Her responsibility doesn’t stop a snide remark from slipping out of her maw, only for a moment does she look over her shoulder at her apprentice. ❝Somehow they reek worse then their border does up close. Hard to believe ain’t it? Couldn’t get that stench off me for days after we were done beatin’ their mildewy asses❞ she laughs, she exaggerates of course but well they did smell horrible to her and to anybody with half a sense of smell! One who didn’t find the taste of scales appealing anyway.

She continues on ahead, tail held high and ears pricked for any sign of movement on the other side of the border.

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@HARRIERPAW @TIGERFROST @MOORPAW @HEATHCLAW. @JaggedOak ​

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[CRAPPIEPATCH]

It seems that every border patrol they go on happens to cross paths with the patrol of another clan. Crappiepaw hopes that the WindClan patrol will keep walking, will silently move along without saying anything. But of course, they have no such luck. They have never been lucky; they do not know why they expected it today.

The dark-furred WindClanner cackles, speaking of reeking and mildew. Crappiepaw sniffles, shifting their weight on unsure paws. Do I smell bad? They have been unable to scent anything since their sniffling and sneezing first began—perhaps RiverClan truly does smell bad. They shrug, turning to look back over their shoulder at the patrol they are walking with. "It is WindClan. Across the border." They cannot help but wish that they had brought their throwing stones today, on this patrol.

After a moment they murmur quieter, to their patrol, "Do I smell bad?"
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[ my my, cold hearted child ]​

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[Cindershade]

Coming along beside of the apprentice, the rosetted molly leads their patrol along the side of the gorge. WindClan. She hates them. Despises them. Sootstar led a rally of nothing but dishonest rats that were no better than the shit that the vermin left behind. She smells the dry scent of heather and peat and her dusted nose scrunched up in distaste. A dark warrior leads the patrol, her squawking easily heard above the distant roar of the falls. She doesn't quite recognize her, nor does she care to. Crappiepaw looks back to her, murmuring their question that brings a huff of laughter out of the lead warrior. The audacity of their kind to talk about smell. Cindershade looks to the apprentice with an unreadable gaze before shaking her head. "No, Crappiepaw—you don't." She begins, gliding ahead of them to mark along the border for a moment. "WindClan just brings the smell of rot and crowfood everywhere they travel." A snide comment slides past her tongue before she can stop it, but to be frank—she doesn't give a damn. Let them come if they so desire. She continues to move on, waving her tail for her patrol to follow her.

Apprentice tag @Sablepaw
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[ SILENCE IS DEAFENING ]​

 

[DogTeeth]

A pinched frown is on his scarred muzzle, eyes dilating a bit at the sight of his former opponent. Her claws permanently drawn over his eye and cheek bone. He glances to the duo of mentor and apprentice, a particular look drawn upon Cindershade, he strangely felt safe with her on patrol. Hears her console Crappiepaw, the jab at smell hardly affected him.

" that’s the one that got my face " he murmurs to them, craning his neck a bit to peer at the dark tabby. Then a wide smile grazes over his muzzle, pearls leaking from blonde lips. He shakes his head and chuckles because, they have to be so miserable. Windclan was the loneliest clan in the forest, he almost felt bad. Like seeing a fish caught in the rocks, your heart pangs for their luck but sings for your advantage.

He glances across the gorge once more, smile never fading as he peers with twin glaciers through thick lashes. There is only one way to face an enemy, with a smile. Any kind of display of teeth, would do.

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OOC INFO REF

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• — Dogteeth PINTEREST
  — twenty-eight moons
  — 2023 VOICE & ACCENT
  — warrior of Riverclan
  — gay | crushing on n/a
  — small curly-furred blonde and tan tom with blue eyes.
  — very gentle voice and laugh
  — deals a nasty bite
  BIOGRAPHY——— ✧
  
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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

The earthen hued Tom was typically not much for jabs, but his eyes glitter in amusement at his mentors confident jab at the RiverClan cats. He pictures the RiverClan and WindClan battle vividly, seeing his mentor charge valiantly in and slashing the pelts of water-cats. He hears her yowl of triumph when WindClan at last leaves RiverClan to lick their wounds, victoroious. He wants nothing more than to be apart of such a battle one day, to dig his claws into his enemies, to taste their blood, to soak in honor and praise? He has to suppress a purr.

WindClan just brings the smell of rot and crowfood everywhere they travel. Harrierpaw glances at his mentor, then the dark-furred lead warrior of RiverClan. That was Cindershade, he’s spotted her at gatherings. ”…You confuse us for ShadowClan!” Reluctantly he yowls back, though there is no malice in his voice, just a shit-eating grin. He looks at Firefang, craving her approval. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🪶 03-22

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· HARRIERPAW, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 4 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan apprentice . believes in starclan

╰ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel

╰ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorpaw, Adderpaw, Bluepaw & Cottonpaw
╰ ‣ nephew to Mintshade & Bluepool
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to Firefang
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[WOLFGLADE]

જ➶ "The one that got your face." Sharp eyes look towards Dogteeth and then to the one they talk about. Like a hawk he zeros in before they make a sharp click with their tongue. "Seems I have a target now." And they mean that. If anything that tom better hope they don't meet in battle for the feline will surely pay them back in what is due. All the other comments fade away as he rolls his eyes and turns along the gorge. Shouting over the lengthy crevice means little to them. It is pointless and they would rather settle things in a more simple method. Windclan blood spilling in the river of course. Still if push came to shove they are positive that the forest could come in agreeable together and deal with Windclan. After all they have no friends here. They are abandoned and alone. They speak tough but are underhanded much like their former allies.

With a frown on their muzzle he glances to the rest of the patrol. Are they going to leave now? They are sure that their are more important things to do then yell across at overgrown rodents.​