no angst CUTTHROAT &. shadowclan patrol

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

the feline hadn't wanted to lead this patrol. despite recent... developments, chilledgaze trusted windclan about as far as they could throw a damned badger. but, their leader put his trust and faith into them, and they wouldn't let them down. ever. shaking out their pelt, they followed along the edges of the territory, gaze slowly traveling near windclan's side before turning back to their patrol.

"alright. careful. we are simply here to mark our boarders and make sure there isn't any dangers around here. try to stay away from crossing onto windclan territory, alright?"

they warned. last thing they needed was one of those rabbit bellied idiots to attack one of their own. as long as windclan kept their wits about them, then this would not be a terrible patrol. it would be fast, and they would be out of their fur.

// alright! tagging all who are on this patrol! please refrain from any acts of violence or starting any conflicts within this thread! windclan and shadow are working on that alliance and we don't wanna ruin that!

and don't feel like you need to wait for everyone tagged! but do not double post, please!

@FORESTPAW @Lavenderpaw @Minnowsplash @springflame @GECKOSCREECH @FLICKERFIRE @hailpaw. @Twilightkit @GHOSTPAW

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[ NOBODY ELSE MATTERS, GIRL ]​

 

[FORESTSHADE]

Forestpaw is familiar enough with this area by now. Briarstar had taught her well the scents of the Thunderpath and to stay a good ways away from it (not that she wants to get closer to the foul-smelling path than she needs to). Expression neutral, she follows her mentor with her tail dragging along the ground, collecting pine needles and mud in an unappealing clump. She doesn't seem to mind all that much. "Aye aye," She halfheartedly responds, a tinge of sarcasm in her voice as she pricks her ears. She'd rather be in her nest, curled up and taking a leisurely nap. The cooling air only heightens this desire. It's her first Leaf-fall, and so far the apprentice is unimpressed with the season!​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

The sound of a monster roars in the distance as Sootstar leads her own patrol to the marshland border. The woman doesn't expect to see a ShadowClan patrol given they were most active during the night, but her assumptions were immediately proven wrong. There was certainly a ShadowClan patrol standing across the thunderpath that separates them, a tremendously large one.

Sootstar licks coolly at her chest fur as if she is unbothered, but she is on edge. She takes the size of the patrol as a warning, "we've still got numbers", she is certain they are saying to her, "don't tread on us" she believes they silently say. If she had known the molly likely would've brought her own numbers to flaunt too... perhaps she'd bring extra warriors to the nearing gathering to make up for this.

"Quite the patrol." Now that she stands at the edge of the back concreate, she acknowledges. A smile is etched on her face, "I am glad to see ShadowClan is doing well. You all look healthy." As healthy as a ShadowClan cat could look, anyways.​

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[LARKTREK]

The brown and white tom follows within Sootstar's patrol, paws slowing to a stop as the WindClan leader does, though just behind. The thunderpath isn't something Larktrek wants to mess with. Neither is the... rather large... ShadowClan patrol on the other side of it.

"My, I haven't seen that many of you lot in a long time," Larktrek comments, a bow of his head in greeting to the patrol. "Leaf-fall must be treating you well?" He's glad, he thinks, that they've recovered so well after what'd seemed to be a hard moon for them.
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[FLICKERFIRE]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮​

The tortoiseshell lingers behind Chilledgaze, eyes shooting over the Thunderpath and into the distant moors beyond. WindClan wants an alliance, though Flickerfire finds the idea ludicrous. Why WindClan? She knows Sootstar, and remembers her from their days in the marsh together. She's proud, and she's devious. If they were going to form a bond with someone, why not RiverClan? Cicadastar was reasonable. Or ThunderClan?

ThunderClan. She runs her tongue over her fangs, ear flicking. Maybe not. She doesn't like to think about Pitchstar and Emberstar interacting.

Almost as though summoned by her thoughts, the little blue smoke leads a small patrol of warriors to the border, her face carefully neutral. "Quite the patrol," she says. Flickerfire smirks.

"Missin' your frogs, are you? Must suck having to pick at rabbit bones all the time." She flicks an ear.

One of the warriors on Sootstar's patrol speaks, asking how leaf-fall has been treating them. Flickerfire fixes her dark orange stare on him. "Leaves don't fall much here, but sure. We're doing fine. Aren't we, Chilledgaze?" She gives the dark-pelted feline a look. Were they being nosy, or just pleasant? Flickerfire can't tell anymore.

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[hyacinthbreath]

"Well, I've been seeing surprise after surprise today." Hyacinth chuckles as she follows behind the patrol of WindClanners, tired eyes looking at the ShadowClan cats with a dismissive turn of her eyes. She doesn't care much for these cats, but knows this is where Sootstar came from. It wasn't like the pines she had been used to before WindClan. She flicks her tail behind her then, rounding behind Sootstar to stand at her side. She gives the woman a small little smile, before she turns to the patrols.

"I'm hoping the cold hasn't gotten to any of you. The swamps must be awfully chilly at night."​