border CRABFEEDER ⋆ ─ THUNDER PATROL

[BRIARSONG]

☆⋅⋆ ── the journey to sunningrocks had been quiet. wrathpaw the closest she has to an ally here, and under wildheart's claw she doubted the apprentice would be of much assistance. they were outnumbered, headed to the river. and though anticipation rolled down her spiked spine, briarsong did nothing to let it show. skyclaw was in control now, the two other warriors could muster all their shared strength and nothing would change that.

as she drew closer, yellow eyes narrowed onto the water's edge. it was higher, rising to cover the line they usually marked along. there were rocks jutting out from the water, it was possible to strengthen the thunderclan scent, but only to those willing to walk back to camp with sodden paw-pads. she stands along the edge, meeting the gaze of her patrol as her head turns. they looked to her, forced or not, she relished in the feeling.

but briarsong was not heroic, wouldn't be caught displaying any valiant bravery, even at the bank of something so small. she gives them an insistent look with raised brows, moving back from the water's edge to sit. "well?" she hums, white tail tapping impatiently. "go on, mark it."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── PRAISE ME FOR MARTYR ⋅☆⋅ PRAISE ME FOR SIN ──┐‎

• OOC ⋆ ─ @RACCOONSTRIPE @DEERPAW. @WILDHEART @WRATHPAW
  
  

• 

• BRIARSONG ✩ she/her, warrior of thunderclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ a well built solid black longhair with white markings and narrowed yellow eyes.
  ⭃ NPC x NPC / / former apprentice to saffronpounce
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

​

 

[WILDHEART]

Wildheart made an effort to match Raccoonstripe's pace as he kept close to the side of his former mentor. Sticking close to those he viewed as allies seemed like the wiser option, though he didn't exchange any words. Too many ears were around, too many cats who would be eager to go running to Skyclaw to squeal like baby mice.

As the patrol drew closer to the border with RiverClan he was honestly stunned to see the state of the waters. When did it get this high? Wildheart twitched his tail stump before he turned his head to meet Briarsong's gaze as she gave her instruction. In an instant his eyes narrowed dangerously, then came a broad smirk as he plonked his rump down away from the water's edge. "Oh I will, once the patrol leader lays down the first mark along the border's line." He raised a paw and gestured towards the protruding rocks that stood above the lapping waters. The tom slowly brought his sights towards that of his apprentice, Wrathpaw. "I forbid you from setting foot in the water, understood? You're no RiverClanner, so lay your markers over there." He instructed whilst gesturing now towards the bushes and trees further away from the river.
​

 

[horizonpaw]

Horizonpaw had seen Thunderclan on and off before- but not these particular cats. Where their borders met, when Salmonshade spoke to him on the rules and customs, he listened. He was good at that, listening, he'd like to think. He'd like to think that he was good at doing what he was taught, too. Where his pelt brushed against the reeds and his paw dipped in the water to test the current and temperature, he took small steps of pride as he got better at it.

Green eyes lifted across the river where an opposing Thunderclan patrol followed- lead by someone with a real mean expression, and another one who looked as if they were about to argue with her. Younger too, by the looks of it. Horizonpaw blinked once at them, before turning his expression up towards his mentor- or whoever else was closest, honestly. "Are they normally that brash to one another?" He questions, his voice soft and ears slightly pushed backwards, tail low as well.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── YEAH YOU KNOW I LOVE ⋅❁⋅ TO GET HIGH ON MY LOWS ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

• 

• HORIZONPAW he/him, apprentice of riverclan, seven moons.
  ⭃ SH blue tabby with low white and deep green eyes. he is gangly, with long limbs and a longer tail that give him the illusion of being tall despite being average height otherwise. looks on with slightly anxious but normally happy expressions
  ⭃ mentored by salmonshade / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / littermate to twinklepaw, eveningpaw, and snowflakekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

​

 

[DogTeeth]

𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈 ♬

Slithering down the bank is the mess of curls and grace, distracted by a particularly large shadow in the water he suspects a catfish on its belly to the mud. He looks up as he hears snipped words tossed to and fro from unfamiliars across the rippling waves. Sky colored eyes flit from cat to cat, there was a tenseness etched into their body language. Was it the heat? or perhaps Thunderclan had a new anxiety wriggling under their pelts. Whatever it was, Horizonpaw took notice and even saw to inquire about it.

Dogteeth sucks in a breath and breaths it out slowly, a shake of his head and soft smile delivered to the youth. " everyone has their bad days I suppose… " he speaks low to the blue tabby, lifting his chin to study them further. " they do look quite ready to bite each other " he adds, clicking his tongue. " Oh well, not our reeds to pick " not our buisness , should the Thunderclanners spot them he would dip his chin in friendly greeting.

​

⛦ OOC INFORMATION REFERENCE ⛦

• —
  
  
• — Dogteeth PINTEREST
  — twenty-eight moons
  — 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 | large teeth
  BIOGRAPHY——— ✧
  
• 
  
  

​

 

[DEERPAW.]

The long - limbed tortoiseshell trails after the rest of the patrol, keeping his head low as undergrowth grazed against his frame. He was terrified of being led... and followed by Skyclaw's rotten traitors. He wants to throw up. He shuffled towards the only good pair of warriors, easily keeping pace with the both of them. While the patrol grew closer to the border with Riverclan, he twitched at the waters. So... high.

Deerpaw backs away from the water's edge with a furrow of his brow. He doesn't want any water on him. Wide-eyed gaze flits to Skyclaw's followers, wrinkling his muzzle up in distaste. His mismatched ears flattened to his skull. The tom turns around to silently trudge over to one of the bushes far from the riverbed to start marking the border. Tail dragging behind him in the dirt all the way.

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

•  

• temp deerpaw reference

  

• ( I-I CAN'T HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, ff7844" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk
  

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

​

 

[pebbletail]

(☼) ember-hued eyes watch the patrol across the river with great interest, whiskers twitching as short squabbles break out amongst the opposing clan. the blue tabby tom has been crouched by the shore, pink tongue lapping at the water as his patrol mingles and marks their border. horizonpaw's young voice rings out and the older apprentice will turn to blink gently at his adoptive brother. "not usually," he'll admit, nodding at dogteeth's affirmation. "but don't worry, ry, they can deal with their own problems." curious eyes flick back to the sour-faced she-cat who leads the patrol, and spot a sullen looking apprentice skulking near the rear. what could be going on with thunderclan?

his white-foamed tail flicks gently as he stands and hails the opposers, confident in his diplomatic abilities. "good day, thunderclan," his voice is smooth, velvet as it soars across the river. "i hope all fares well with you." ambling over to his brother, pebblepaw brushes against the smaller boy, content in the sunlight. the river trickles peacefully onward, unperturbed by the restless problems of thunderclan. as dogteeth says, they're not riverclan's reeds to pick.

I DO NOT HAVE WINGS, LOVE ☼ I NEVER WILL

• // mentor tag @FOXTAIL " #848DAE"
• 
  
  
• 
  PEBBLEPAW ☼ HE / HIM, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORED BY FOXTAIL. 8 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblepaw's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

​

 

[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Thunderclan. She still feels some type of way about them and probably always will. Especially with the underhanded way that they stole Sunningrocks from her home. They belong to Riverclan and that bunch of mice chasers know that. Her muzzle curls with her disdain ad she steps around the rest of the patrol. Some saying that they might be having a bad day. Pebblepaw hopes that they are doing well and the molly snorts loudly. "I don't. " Honestly she hopes they are doing dreadfully. Little did she know that is the case right now. Her eyes glance at the Thunderclanners then, watching the way they bicker. Their stances. For a moment she pauses and debates. Is this odd behavior for them? Really she doesn't know, not like they have been exceedingly nice on the border. But there is tension.

Yet she hardly wants to dwell on it. "Can we go ahead and mark the border and go. I'm sure Thunderclan is fine. They have enough territory to keep them satisfied hopefully." With that she turns around and marks the border casually, with relaxed motions. Ear twitching slightly at the wind that goes by.​