private DIG YOUR GRAVE — bobbie

[SLATESNARL]

〔✦〕"Keep up, will ya'? ThunderClan'll steal our prey from under our noses at this rate." The lead warrior grunts toward today's patrol companion, a molly who he hadn't performed duties alongside for quite some time. He's never been known to show Bobbie any patience nor warmth of any sort, and even her acclimation back into warrior duties was not exempt from Slate's bossy attitude. Not that the Maine Coon was necessarily going out of his way to make Bobbie's life a living hell; he did not possess the burning ire toward her that he once did, if only because they had spent so much time apart. Plus, Bobbie's once lively and naive spirit seemed to be soiled by tragedy and the traumatic events that befell her and her late lover. Slate was skilled at holding grudges, but whatever he felt for Bobbie nowadays was more akin to an unspoken pity and a desire to simply move on from the past. Whether Bobbie would still continue to naturally annoy him or not was yet to be seen.

The lead warrior's sights are fixed onto the thick, tree-populated border that divided SkyClan from their not-so-cordial neighbors. He halts in his tracks ahead of the patrol, black nose wrinkling as he detects any indication of recent scents. "No sign of 'em yet." Slate wanted it to stay that way, too, but those oak-dwelling thieves would surely come along at some point. Their patrols could not afford to lag behind; they could not give ThunderClan the impression that they were growing slower and weaker. SkyClan was stronger than ThunderClan, even if kittypets did dwell amongst their ranks. A tom like Johnnyflame could run circles around Raccoonstripe — and not to mention kick his ass.

A half-lidded yet bitter gaze stares off into ThunderClan's woods, an acidic remark sliding off his rough tongue, "They've always been arrogant. Even when they were on the journey, they thought they were above the other clans." Blazestar may have been friendly with ThunderClan, but Slate for one was not opposed to the idea of putting them in their place. To think that they had journeyed with—had helped those cats! And what had SkyClan ever done to ThunderClan to deserve this? Nothing. What a joke.

oh no, ive said too much ( i havent said enough ) //

• ooc. @BOBBIE
  
• SLATE —— lead warrior of skyclan , mentoring coffeepaw ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ cismale / he/him pronouns / 39 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ single / bisexual & monogamous / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— hard combat difficulty & weak to agile, quick fighters / will start fights, will kill if necessary
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a scarred longhaired maine coon with amber eyes. a large, 20lb tom with thick locks of fur. his chest and underbelly is ruddy from sun exposure. notable scars decorate his face and his ears are both torn with one being folded over.

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[DOEBLAZE]

" I'm doing my best here, Slate, " the tabby replies in a hoarse grumble, valiantly resisting the urge to replace his name with something much less savory. Her return to warrior duties and, by extension, the Clan at large had seemingly brought her and Slate seamlessly back into their preceding dynamic: mutual irritation punctuated by smart remarks. Really, she can hardly remember how their ongoing feud had started—something to do with daylight warriors, she thinks, way back when—but she mostly continues it merely for the sake of precedent these days; Doeblaze has much bigger things on her plate than spending time arguing with the lead warrior, especially now that he's technically her superior.

The presence of ThunderClan's thick, shadow - dappled undergrowth across the border is also doing little favors for her mood. The foxhearts had stolen SkyClan's rightful prey as brazenly as a kitten might steal a toy, not to mention all but mauled two of her sons—combine that with her fallen mate's resentful kin across the border, and suffice to say, she has little love for the majority of the forest Clan. It is one of a few subjects on which she can say she wholeheartedly agrees with Slate, and she lopes forward to keep up as he pauses, wondering with a weary sigh if ThunderClan has somehow found yet another way to heighten the ever - thickening tension between their two Clans.

" Good, " the tabby mutters, tail swishing a couple times behind her with obvious distaste for the oak - cloaked scent line and the inhabitants beyond. It's quite the contrast to her soft - hearted demeanour on the border prior to her latest stint as a queen, the hollow holly - dark pit of her eye boring into the trees beyond as if she might be able to drag out her sons' attacker with the force of her gaze, pale claws curling out into the pine - litter below.

" You've got that right, " she mrrows in rare agreement, nodding. Arrogant is the word for it—acting as if SkyClan's very presence across a border is an imposition upon their sanctified blood, as if the so - called Kittypet King's lineage doesn't seep up through their roots—as if they're so much more honorable on the mere basis of blood, like they hadn't been stealing prey from under SkyClan's noses, practically spitting in the face of the warrior code. She can feel her lip curl, the bridge of her nose rumple, her ears feather back, and she has to wrestle with her temper for a moment, knowing damn well she's being unreasonable.

" They've always thought they were better than us, " she grouses, forcing her voice to remain somewhat level. What's done is done, she reminds herself, her perennial refrain doing little to temper her obvious irritation, an evident departure from the syrupy kindness she'd once brought to the border. " Just because they were forest - born, as if they aren't the ones who broke the warrior code on purpose. "

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