CRUISIN' FOR A BRUSIN' &. shadowclan patrol

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

it feels great to be back on patrols. something that most cats take for granted, until they themselves are forced to be in camp with no escape. they understand that they needed to heal, so it was a lot easier to take it easy, but that didn't mean that they weren't restless about it. they twitch their ears back and forth, listening to the soft pitter patter of ran against the thunderpath, nose twitching at the smell. the rain smells peaceful, and it's always had a way of calming down the leader. maybe it was because their mother had, too, enjoyed the rain and they try to do right by her more than they don't. they can't hate what she loved... with the exception of their father.

"alright. you know the drill. mark the border, a little more intensely because of the rain. and don't mean to our forest dwelling neighbors. rather they just leave us be."

no point in causing trouble when they didn't need any. they were just here to mark the border, and leave. that's it.

//@Skunktail, @Duckshimmer, @Trufflefern, @APPLEPAW, and @Swanpaw

———————---***ALL OF MY FEELINGS ARE GONE***———————---​

I LEFT 'EM ALL ON THE FLOOR✧ MAN WHO'S TO BLAME IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME NO MORE

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 45 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking / looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Trufflefern]

The patrol to the border was anything but quiet, the loud rain and occasional thunder along with the roar of the wind made it hard to collect one's thoughts. Trufflefern shook out her pelt, annoyed as the cold water seeped into her fur sending a cold chill over her body. She turned her attention to Chilledstar as they instructed the patrol. Being distracted from the thunderpath, Trufflefern winced inwardly and tucked her ears close as a monster roared past unexpectedly sending up a splash of horrid-smelling water that she quickly leapt away from.

With the patrol officially underway Trufflefern began to mark a nearby tree, rubbing her jaw along the bark and scratching at the roots to leave a mark. She moved forward and rubbed her pelt along a thick bush, letting out a hiss of surprise as a small thorn tugged at a knot in her fur. Trufflefern glanced around at the other cats, hoping nobody had seen her embarrassing mishap.

@CHILLEDSTAR. @Skunktail, @Duckshimmer, @APPLEPAW, and @Swanpaw

 

[darkthistle]

Darkpaw found he actually really enjoyed the rain to it's full extent. Filled with the scent after, newleaf slowly sprung life quicker and quicker with each passing rainfall. What he didn't enjoy was being stuck on patrol in the middle of it, soaked to the bone and slowly beginning to chill from the still not-super-warm temperatures. Darkened orange eyes flicked towards his newly reassigned mentor, and a huff left him.

He wasn't so sure about his new mentor- not so fun, if you asked him. Ears twitched as he opened his mouth to say something to them, before ears snapped towards the border and the rest of his head followed. Dark pelts across the Thunderpath- which he was wrinkling his nose at, by the way- speaking lowly and others getting snagged on their forest. "Shadowclan." He announced to the rest of the patrol with him in a huff, turning his head away to mark the border. Darkpaw was sure he was going to hear the 'don't start fights!' lecture again if he opened his mouth any more then that.

// @asterfrost mentor tag!
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"speech"​

 

[BRIARSONG]

☆⋅⋆ ── briarpaw was mostly inattentive to the patrol across the border, apathetic to their existence at all. they certainly were better than those kittypet kissing skyclanners, but that bar was not very high to begin with.

she hears darkpaw huff their arrival and yellow eyes flicker up to take in the patrol. their leader stood alongside them, she recognized the dark pelt and bright eyes from gatherings past. near them, a warrior almost jumped out of her fur as it got snagged. she did her best to withhold a laugh. with her mentor off distracted by marking along the thunderpath, she slid up next to darkpaw to fall in step. the tom was far from approachable, but briarpaw believed them like-minded enough to spring a conversation.

"how many bees d'you think she has in her brain," she muttered distastefully in reference to trufflefern's mishap, voice soft enough to be drowned out by the patter of rain if any ears were to pry.

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

• OOC ⋆ ─
  
  

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

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[asterfrost]

Asterfrost hated the rain - his fur was too long, and soaking it felt like matts tugging against his fur. The droplets tickled his whiskers and ran into his ears, leaving the poor tom frequently shaking his head to free himself from the water. As always, though, he was never one to complain. Marking the border was a duty, and an order was an order, rain or shine.

The apprentices' misgivings garner little to no attention from the older warrior. Darkpaw's huff of disapproval, Briarpaw's comment towards a ShadowClan molly who had gotten her fur tugged. He acknowledges his own apprentice's gruff greeting with a flick of his ear. Darkpaw was one he'd expect to start trouble with rival Clans; he was pleasantly surprised that his tongue was held so far without any sort of reminder.

"Normally, I would ask you what you can smell here," Asterfrost hummed, leaning down towards Darkpaw. With the wind and rain sounding around him, he made sure to speak close to his new apprentice's ear. "But we won't smell a thing over this rain. Can't smell a thing over this Thunderpath, anyhow." Was that a hint of humor in the cat's voice? His whiskers twitched, amused with himself, before he continues on to mark the border.

"Look closely. Do you see them?" The white-furred feline dipped his head towards a similar group of cats across the Thunderpath. Through the rain and amongst the marshy tones, their shapes are muddied and camoflauged, but he'd recognize the scarred form of their leader anywhere. He glances at Darkpaw again, expecting participation. "Let's test the knowledge you've garnered from that old mentor of yours. What can you tell me about ShadowClan? What sets them apart from us?"
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♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡

• speech is #E1AFD1
  interacting with @darkpaw
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• 'aster' ASTERFROST
  ━━ WARRIOR of THUNDERCLAN | 44 moons ,, ages every 13th
  ━━ NPC xx NPC | kittypet origins
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to DARKPAW | MENTORED by NPC​

 

[Trufflefern]

Squinting her orange eyes against the harsh rain Trufflefern's pelt shivered, not from the cold but at the eyes staring right back at her. Well, eye, Trufflefern could see a patrol of Thunderclan cats a warrior she didn't recognize with a missing eye stared back for a moment before Trufflefern quickly turned away to see if the others had noticed the added company. *We should be fine, that's not an attack patrol.* She thought, easing her worries as she shook out her fur. *Those apprentices look a bit too young to be fighting fully trained warriors anyways.* Though Trufflefern kept her guard up, it was best not to underestimate them.

speech is #8fbc8f
interacting open

 

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

The rain soaks into Raccoonstripe’s fur, and miserably, the warrior flicks a tufted ear to send droplets scattering. “The worst part of newleaf,” he grumbles, paws squelching in leaf-molded mud. It’s worse by the Thunderpath, and he can only imagine how soggy and drenched ShadowClan’s already-soft territory is. He remembers well how easily the mires flood. To Chilledstar, he gives a nod, eyes skipping over blazing blue eyes and a scarred expression.

Darkpaw announces ShadowClan’s presence with a barely-disguised huff. Briarpaw mumbles something after one of the warriors opposite the Thunderpath stumbles against a rough patch of foliage, but Raccoonstripe cannot hear her muttering under the patter of rain against asphalt. He lets Asterfrost take the conversation, testing his apprentice on the qualities ShadowClan bears.

To Thistlepaw, Raccoonstripe turns. “They’re probably drowning in frogs, with all this rain,” he murmurs. “They don’t mind as much as we do, though. Cats born in the marshes have webbed paws so they can tread mud easier…” And he would know, wouldn’t he? He demonstrates with a forepaw, showing the webbing between each bladed claw.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @THISTLEPAW
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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring none ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ Duckshimmer is always glad to be on patrol. Although the woman believes herself to be more useful as a huntress, the change of pace isn't unwelcome. However, she could do without the rain as it dampens her carefully groomed coat and tickles her sensitive ears. Still, seeing the peace on Chilledstar's face is...worth the nuisance of rain existing, so she decides to curse Starclan on a latter date if it means her weary leader can finally relax a bit. Trufflefern, she was glad to see, was more on her side about the rain. Duckshimmer couldn't help but smirk good-naturedly as the other woman hissed at the monster's getaway splash and twitched her ear restlessly against the rain. It was nice to not be the only one to long for a dry coat.

"I think after this, we all deserve a nice, long break to groom" Duckshimmer would purr, pretending she didn't notice Trufflefern's mishap with the bush. She brushes her own pelt against a thankfully softer bush, wincing as rain droplets from the leaves further drench her fur until it reach her skin, and thinks that grooming session would be mighty fine right about now.

Lifting her pretty periwinkle eyes when she notices movement across the thunderpath, she watches as tiny apprentices are soon joined by their older clanmates. Figuring relations are good and eager to wipe the detestation from those young faces, Duckshimmer would approach the border between them with a friendly smile. "Good evening! I hope the rain has given your side of the forest a bounty of new life" she purrs, waving her dappled tail.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/15/23

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  GENERAL:
  ⚜ Duckshimmer
  ⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
  ⚜ 30 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
  ⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚜Physically hard | mentally hard
  ⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
  injuries: None currently

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[Trufflefern]

Trufflefern froze, her large orange eyes whipping around to stare at Duckshimmer. She blinked in disbelief at her kindness towards the Thunderclan patrol and as she followed her clanmate's gaze across the border she sheepishly dipped her head respectfully to the patrol. "Evening," she mewed filling the silence that followed Duckshimmer's words.

It was the least she could do, well at least she would remain neutral that is. *Just don't do anything to ruffle their fur,* she thought hoping that somehow Duckshimmer could hear her worries. Trufflefern licked the side of her whisker to calm her nerves as she flicked her long tail along a bit of bramble to finish up marking the scent post.

speech is #8fbc8f
interacting with: @Duckshimmer & Thunderclan patrol

 

[THISTLEPAW]

Upon hearing his mentor's remark, Thistlepaw's own toes spread wide. The fluff and tuft around them makes it hard to see, and his glinting claws have to hook all the way out for him to get a good look: not webbed. It was silly of him to even look. Maybe he'd briefly wondered if his dad could be over across that border, somewhere? If it wasn't someone in ThunderClan then. . . well, it doesn't matter. His paws aren't webbed. And he can't imagine what he would look like if they were. Does it hurt to spread out their toes, then? Do they get things stuck there when they groom? He could just ask Raccoonstripe, but suddenly that feels. Bad. Wrong. Though he studies the webbed toes for a moment in quiet fascination, his scrunched brow is quickly turned back to the forest floor. Lingering on what he doesn't have won't help anything.

"What do frogs taste like?" he asks, loudly enough for both patrols to hear him clearly.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜03.03＞ ⸙

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• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. there's still recovering to do before his clanmates see him as anything more than a weak, sick kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. though with a blocky, nearly bulky frame, thistlepaw has been softened, rounded, and stretched thin by his uncertain life. without work or play to thicken the pads of his paws or add strength to his limbs, his skin plays like canvas stretched taut over its frame, his fur a hazy cloak to cover the sickness. he seems soft and unwell in equal measure. certainly not an apprentice to be. . .

• "speech"

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[Trufflefern]

The fur that prickled along her neck began to relax at the odd remark from the young Thunderclan apprentice. Trufflefern twitched her whiskers in amusement, "I guess it's an acquired taste, but it does taste a bit like hen. The only problem is there isn't much meat on them." Trufflefern swallowed hard, her mouth dry it was rare to see the two clans being so civil. *Let's not jinx it now, I can only hope the mood remains so relaxed.*

speech is #8fbc8f
interacting with: @THISTLEPAW & Thunderclan patrol