border Cut and dry | Patrol

[Firefang]

The last moon (season really) has worn Firefang ragged and yet she doesn't complain she was never the type to shirk her duties, especially when it came to patrolling. Moons ago she wouldn't have even been entrusted with the opportunity to lead one, still she knows why she was assigned their border with Thunderclan rather then any of the others that'd been a calculated move. She held no resentment towards the forest-clan, today would be uneventful unless an apprentice decided to mouth off. She couldn't have been more wrong.

It wasn't exactly rare to see a twoleg running through this neck of the woods, but as she leads her patrol closer she hears their babbling noises and her hackles raise. Her heart quickens and she tries not to think about what these beasts had done to her home; their territory and how their presence before had preluded that disaster that'd singed the moors and scarred her flesh. "Twolegs. Stay low" she orders over her shoulder tersely, she would move into a prowl stalking forward her eyes flitting around. Objects lay scattered across the dirt and grass none more prominent then a large thing a flat surface with 4 unmoving unliving legs holding it up. She glares at it as if it'd rush them but it doesn't move, the twolegs aren't close to them, not yet anyway so she continues on.

"Lets mark the border then haul tail out of here" she meows, every step she makes is cautious. Her ears stay pricked and alert, she hears the crunching of large feet coming closer and she ignores the cowardly instinct in her heart urging her to run.

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 24 moons
  ⭃ Black tabby she-cat with amber eyes. former-loyalist of Sootstar, Moorunner.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherspine would rather have been leading this patrol herself... but she stalked behind Firefang dutifully, still. By the command of a cat she respected she was on this patrol, even if she followed one she did not particularly like, now. All his misgivings were pushed aside when the stink of Twolegs rushed into his nostrils, overpowering and obnoxious as ever. They left their junk everywhere, stomped all about the place, ruined everything. And now they traipsed along this border as if they owned the place, leaving... stiff, wooden creatures grazing at the undergrowth. Stiff, boneless and unnatural...

Featherspine's horned ear flicked at Firefang's request- she dipped her head in understanding, not willing to allow the animosity between them to put either of them in any danger. "Right." A harsh hiss, edge beginning to find its way into his voice. Still, he stalked forward, ignoring the flat hooves of the Twolegs as they slammed against the earth. His pelt helped him in this undergrowth- but unlike Rivewhisper, she had never been talented at stealth. Prey animals were smaller, stupider than Twolegs- Featherspine only noticed the Twoleg's approach when a tall shadow loomed over her, and she craned her neck, steeling away the fear in slitted pupils.

A grimy paw began to stretch toward her, clasping around her middle- Featherspine screeched, breaking the quiet, "Get off me!" The Twoleg didn't heed her, though- so she whirled around to sink fangs into its pink flesh. It snatched its paw away and Featherspine began to back off, but it strode still, speedy and unfathomably strong. ​

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[FOXGLARE]

⁀➷ The Thunderclan border seemed like it'd be the least unpredictable to bring his newly-named apprentice to, and Foxglare was happy to teach Frightpaw how to mark a border without the headache of errant jeers and hisses from other side of the river and thunderpath borders. But when the pungent smell of twoleg entered his nose, his hackles raising by instinct, he chided himself for expecting an easy patrol.

He stalked low to the ground, relaying quick instructions to Frightpaw next to him, ”Stay behind the warriors. Twolegs're slow but strong, with long limbs. Be ready to run, don't let 'em get close." The border still needed attending to, despite the invasion of lumbering twolegs stomping over the border and their odd branched objects hovering over their grass. He kept an eye and ear out for the young cat, not noticing the stomp of twoleg paws before they'd come too close.

Featherspine's screech cut into the air, and he stalked forward with a bristled pelt, maintaining his position between the towering beast and the rest of the patrol. Featherspine reacted with all the ferocity of the warrior she was, but the foolish (or hostile) creature still pursued/ ”It's still behind you!" he shouted at him, hoping Featherspine would dash out of the twoleg's reach before it lunged at him once more.

He crouched, puffed up and hissing, and sprung out to divert its attention away from his pursued clanmate. He debated running over to take a swipe at one of its legs, but memories of the hold of impossibly strong, gripping paws kept him at bay for now.

WE CAME FROM DIRT ⁀➷☾⁺₊ WE HAVE TO SWALLOW IT.

• OOC: apprentive tag @Frightkit
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  — meztli . sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
  — he/him. 19mo moor-runner of windclan. Mentored by shalestripe. formerly mentored sunlitpaw.
  — a scarred, hulking white and golden tabby tom with gray eyes
  — taciturn, vigilant, reserved, self-righteous, restrained, independent, humanitarian, unyielding
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by eezy

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[COLDBITE]

Coldbite plods alongside the patrol, the thumping of his heavy paws and the set of his thick neck fully conjurying the image of a dray horse. It was a routine patrol, like any of the tens—hundreds—thousands, maybe, that he'd attended in his life. The rhythmic clomps of heavy paws, the starboard - port shift of hard - set shoulders, the smell of soot - tinged grass and the sight of the moor sprawling out before him—all of it is as familiar to the the black - and - white tom as his own two snowy forepaws. Until . . .

. . . something foreign, something unexpected. The shrill babble of Twolegs rises in the hot air, the strange objects sprawling across the landscape near the border, marring it . . . it brings a sharp bristle of short hackles, Coldbite's lips curling back over his roughly cut fangs as torn ears pinned themselves to his skull. He nods, silent in his anger—the anger of a cat born wild, unused to the fleshy paws of the Twolegs—and drops to the earth at Firefang's command, pressing the broadness of his great back as close to the ground as he's able to.

Coldbite nods again; ever a cat of few words, he was reduced to a monklike silence in the presence of such danger, save for absolutely necessity. In his many moons of survival, this is not his first brush with Twolegs, but that brings him no comfort as heavy steps crunch closer. Every close - cropped fur on his body spikes a little, aware of his size and the brilliant whiteness of his pelt doing little for stealth—the gritty steps draw close—a shadow loomd—but it isn't him they reach for.

Featherspine yowls, fangs flashing into artificial pink flesh. The heavy set of Coldbite's shoulders remains as he begins to stand—but it's Foxglare, with the speed of youth, who dashes forth to distract the lumbering beast. His doggish tail whips the air behind him and, weighing the situation with a soldier's scale, he begins to nudge the other patrol - members roughly back towards the undergrowth that dotted the land near ThunderClan's border. Foxglare and Featherspine'll handle it, he reasons, and no need for more casualties if they can't. Best cut our losses.

" They're big. Can't get into the bushes well, " he barks in hoarse tones, himself half concealed in thick underbrush that dragged stinging at his skin, ever - vigilant with a lifted paw. Watching, waiting to see if his Clanmates would escape the grasping of the Twoleg, its unnatural hairless paws reaching with motives unknown. The employment of so many words emphasized the danger of the situation, and his tail lashes, unsure whether to immerse himself in the fray, against his more logical instincts—they told him to run, and he'd survived by obeying them, but obligate loyalty beckoned him to ensure the safety of the two young warriors.

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Twolegs were a legendary concept to Frightpaw, about as much so as the sun being swallowed by darkness or the moorland vanishing into soot and ash in a single day. She's not entirely surprised when kitten-tales joined her in reality, Frightpaw just hadn't expected for it to be so soon. She walks diligently beside her new mentor, keeping her eyes laser-focused on his pale form while sparing glances when she could to the changing world around her. It was all still so grey and bleak, a massive part of her longing to return to the beach copse where things, though claustrophobic, had at least been a lot greener. It wasn't difficult, then, to keep most of her attention on Foxglare, so she was cued instantly to his change in demeanor when he went from passive to alert in the span of a single sniff.

Without wasting a beat, she copies her mentor's crouch, observing how his fur bristles with uncertainty, much like the rest of the patrols. Having never seen a two-leg in the flesh before, Frightpaw couldn't deny her curiosity but her paws were still and obedient. She didn't want to deal with being the cause of another cat's demise, so she did as she was told.
Stay low. Stay behind the Warriors. Be ready to run. Don't let them get close.

But watching was more than allowed.

Frightpaw's moon-drop eyes glitter with interest as the tree-like creature stands tall among her clanmates. Its skin was bare, fleshy, and soft, like a plucked bird's, its arms and legs far too long, aiding to its clumsy stride and grab when it attempts to lunge for Featherspine. It was one of these things that caught Slateheart, right? Was this the same beast that also captured Spotpaw? Heart hammering only out of false hope for her friend, it settles instead as excitement when Featherspine is captured in the creature's uncomfortably large paws. What would it be like, to witness an abduction by two legs? If Featherspine was taken, could she possibly find a way to Spotpaw?

Unlike the rest of her clanmates, Frightpaw is more than a little disappointed when her clanmate frees himself.
Her mentor charges forward, but Frightpaw doesn't stay close to him anymore - that breaks two of the four rules, so she doesn't see a point in being by his side. Instead, she adheres to Coldbite's nudges, following his direction into the bushes. "Should we still mark the borders? " she asks, forced to raise her whisper into a louder meow thanks to her mentor and clan-mates raucous hissing and caterwauling. Frightpaw hoped they'd abandon the task, she much preferred craning her neck through the foliage to see what happened next, instead. Hopefully, Featherspine would just let herself be taken, after all, it would be incredibly annoying if Foxglare was taken.

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  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deatpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally mediocre
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[leafhusk]

⚘ oak trees yawn over the horizon of the moors, untouched bushes and foliage pulling away to create the imaginary line of a border. the more foliage leafhusk pushes through, the louder the sounds are, and the stronger the scent its— there’s no mistaking that the border is overrun by twolegs. she heard that they were lingering in the recovering moors, and thought nothing of it, because that’s common for greenleaf. the sepia molly didn’t plan on sticking around for long, while she does have a soft-spot for the creatures, she knows better than to make yourself know. some of them lack an understand of personal space. she had adderpaw at her heels as well, and if anything happened to him so close to his ceremony, she’d lose her mind.

"we can’t stay here, let’s go." she instructs her apprentice, flicking her tail to follow, but her movements are cut short. a yowl, no, multiple yowls erupt from nearby, and she breaks off into a sprint. none of those voices sounded like anyone from thunderclan, and with how aggressive her clanmates have been about twolegs, she knew they wouldn’t risk intentionally antagonizing one.

leafhusk stops, safe in the confides of thunderclan’s side of the border. twigs and leaves brush against her fur, shielding her from the twoleg’s eyes. the longer she stares, the more nauseated she feels. every part of her body yells at her to leave it alone, this isn’t thunderclan’s problem. this twoleg is stubborn, though, and if it stays curious, it could find more clan cats to terrorize. is it worth being a bystander, when she knows a way to help them? how would she feel, if she left, and sunstar announces he lost useful clanmates at a gathering?

seasons ago, in a past life, she is a small, fluffy thing. her fur is puffy, clean, and not a scratch underneath; she wears a pink collars with a tiny bell attached to announce her presence. susan brushes up someones leg, bats her little lashes up at the sky, a glowing halo around someone’s face lightens, and leafhusk remembers where she is.

her jaw slacks open, hanging there for a second, until she silently hisses out, "stay here."

when she emerges from the bushes, stray leaves and twigs stick to her fur. she lets out a very kittypet-esque meow to gain the twoleg’s attention, standing on her tiptoes to peer over. her eyes are half-lidded, somewhat glazed over from exhaustion, and she blinks curiously when the twoleg’s gaze is finally on her. the giant disregards featherspine, and stomps, stomps over to the lead warrior who bounds a few tail-lengths away. enough room for the windclan patrol to escape. she allows the twoleg to reach down and pet her with a non-injured hand so it’s calmed down, and her eyes shut tight, the gian’t skin like guilty thorns against her fur.


too long, didn't read: while on an outing with her apprentice @Adderpaw , leafhusk comes across the chaotic windclan patrol and distracts the twoleg so they can escape. this read is open now & ty to the windclan hp team for this opportunity! <3

quick last minute edit: if its not clear, she did this without stepping over the border.

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[ADDERSNAP]

The forest didn't have its usual hum today. Birds only rustled up in the canopy without a call to be heard, bugs silenced their buzzing chirps and stayed amongst the undergrowth. Even the prey noticed the change in atmosphere, barely a scent to be tracked even with his strong nose. Something was wrong, and it terrified Adderpaw to his core.

Staying close behind Leafhusk ( barely a mouse — length away from her paws ), something hits him like a humid wave, eyes watering as he fought to hold back a dry — heave. It was so overwhelming it made the tabby's head spin, squeezing his eyes shut in order to find some type of solace in his own mind. ' At least they aren't wolves, ' the voice in his head echoes as the babbling sounds of twolegs fall flat in his ears. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Letting out a small hiss as he began to crouch low to the ground, hackles raised and claws unsheathed. Adderpaw felt no hesitation in preparing to defend himself and his mentor, peering up and over at her as she utters an announcement to leave. ' Thank the stars, ' Adderpaw breathes a sigh of relief, turning — tail ( which was tucked between his legs ) the moment the words slipped through her maw before stopping in his tracks as a yowl rang through the forest. They were going to die here, weren't they?

Looking at Leafhusk with horror splayed across his angled features, he began to slink away before turning around to notice the molly hadn't moved. "L. . . Leafhusk? Leafhusk, we gotta go." He whispers in a hiss, voice low despite the scene that was happening behind him. Who cared about saving some WindClanners? They weren't anything but stealing trespassers — what would they have to benefit from saving their hinds?

Then she tells him to stay put.

"Leafhusk, no! Leafhusk! Fuck!" The apprentice cussed under his breath after his desperate whispered — calls were ignored, turning back around to inch forward more in the shaded brush, branches prodding into his skin and tearing into it slightly. Adderpaw however didn't notice, the terror on his face apparent as the lead warrior lets out a purring meow. Jaw agape, embarrassment now became one of the emotions that was thrashing around in his stomach as he turned his head in shame when the pale creature ran its paw across her flank. He had heard the talks in camp about kittypets, how weak they were in body and mind. ' And yet she's out there risking her safety for cats who haven't done anything to need it. '

Pride slowly rejuvenated his spirits as he keenly looked on, eyes darting to every blind spot to ensure that nothing would happen to him or to Leafhusk. If any of them tried to take her — to hurt her . . . Adderpaw would save her. Whatever it took.

A D D E R P A W ( he/him )​

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