border DUNKELHEIT | Patrol + Twolegs!!

[Firefang]

A chill runs down her spine as they header closer and closer to the horseplace, she’d always hated this border ever since she was an apprentice - the borders they shared with the other clans were known dangers but beyond that fence was a multitude of unknowns. She has reason more then usual to be wary, Twoleg activity was at a high, she'd went moons without seeing any so much as in the distance of the horseplace now in recent memory she remembered Slateheart's patrol and just how close they'd been to one. Their territory stunk more of them then ever, she'd been warned before she set out by Sunstar there was something going on and to be careful they needed to investigate but Firefang would've been so much more comfortable leading a war patrol then step anywhere close to those tall fleshy beasts they called two-legs.

She's slower then usual each paw step closer as they come closer and closer to the border, they don't reach it when her tail goes up and rigid a silent order to stop. Her eyes flash over the moorland. It's desecrated, mounds of dirt have been torn out of the ground, flowers, grass and weeds have been thrown to the wayside the holes dug into the earth are not like the burrows they dug they're long and straight and would serve no function. Stumbling across the sight would be enough to frighten her but they aren't alone - they're out in the open and there's a swarm of two-legs in the area wearing bright flashing colors. Their barking rings out over the once peaceful moor, her head whips back to bark orders "Are all the Tunnelers out?!" she doesn't think any of the tunnels had been hit but she can't be sure, she'd barely mapped out the basic most travelled tunnels closest to camp when she was an apprentice before the accident, she doesn't know the system this far out. They'd joined her and the Moorrunners, patrolling both below and above.

Her hackles are raised, a panic grips her heart and she tries to calm herself she ducks down as low as she can get "Stay low! Stay low!" she orders, her gaze flicks frantically to her new apprentice Heatherpaw in particular, she wouldn't let the young tom out of her sight. She would not lose him. Especially not too some hairless beasts! She's so aware yhey had so little cover she knows they'll be seen but she doesn't want to risk giving the order to run, she can't be certain the Twolegs won't give chase. Her ears pin to the back of her head she doesn't think they can wait them out they'll just have to find the perfect time to bolt. She'd make sure every last warrior got out of here. The price of failure for her was so steep, she wouldn't be able to bare it. She just wishes she knew what to expect, how to predict these creatures but they're worse then any hound they were unpredictable "Starclan... What are they doing?" they were hurting her territory, disgracing it for whatever mysterious reasons Two-legs acted on.

// @slateheart @Marmotbite. @HEATHERPAW +

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 22 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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[✧ Marmotbite.]

MY BODY'S COVERED IN TEETH MARKS
YOUR BITES WORSE THAN YOUR BARK​

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marmotbite & 16 moons & demigirl & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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Twolegs. Housefolk, workfolk, upwalkers, no furs - whatever name you gave the horrid beasts, it hardly mattered to her. There was something truly awful about them - a wrongness, a sense of unease and unnaturalness that the tiny she-cat can never shake. The way they prowl about doing strange things, causing destruction in their wake - and now, they've set their sights on windclans territory.

" Stars, " comes startled gasp. Fur fluffed up until she's nearly twice her size and eyes blown wide, she's all but twitching in her skin at the sight - the havoc and destruction that has been wrought utterly terrifying. They'd just been here - everything had been fine! How - how on earth had things changed so fast? Firefang warns them to keep low and she all but flattens herself, teeth biting so hard into tender flesh that she feels her cheek bleed, tastes metal upon her tongue. It's only that pain that keeps her grounded - keeps her from fleeing at the off putting sight, from turning tail and returning to Azaleafrost's side. Marmotbite is many things, but she has never claimed not to be a coward - sometimes, to run is to survive.

" Wha' are they doin' " she says at the same time as firefang, words all bit spit out through her grit teeth, tattered ears drawn flat against her skull. She's startled, but other than a blink of orange and green eyes decides not to react - instead looking to slateheart as though the third warrior of their group might have the answer the two she-cats are lacking (she doubts it, but it's not like there's a better idea).

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[slateheart]

Slateheart had felt uneasy seeing the lone Twoleg on the ThunderClan border, with its big paws and lost-like wandering. He had heard word of Twoleg spottings by the other patrols, as well. Whatever was happening with their newleaf activity, he could never have anticipated.. this.

The green moorland was dotted with mounds of dirt, dug up for reasons he can't imagine. They were ruining WindClan's territory! At Firefang's order, the black tom ducks low into the grass and just watches. Marmotbite and Firefang express their confusion at the same time, and Slateheart finds himself thinking the same thing. What are they doing, digging up their moors and leaving each mound like an ugly eyesore? "I.. I don't know," he answers, low and uncertain.
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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 22 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​

 

[Firefang]

Marmotbite and Slateheart are crouched down near her, they might have a chance at waiting it out. She watches the twolegs, they’re odd creatures their barking is loud and their long paws grip onto strange sharp sticks and tools she’s never seen before. They’re focused on their task of destruction and there’s hope their focus was consumed by it. It’s not, a sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth hisses from her when she sees one of their heads snap towards them. She knows they’re being watched. Foxdung, foxdung, FOXDUNG! Her claws unsheathe as if she’s about to fling herself forward towards a battle she has no hope of winning.

The twoleg who spotted them waves over some of the others as it begins to kneel over, legs squatting and a hand being offered out in their direction. There’s a good few badger-lengths between them but even that’s too close. It makes a strange vocalization suddenly a “spspspsp” that makes a hiss roar out of her in offense. Was it trying to mimic them? What was it trying to do?

She whips her head around to her patrol "On my count scatter! Don’ lead them back to camp watch your flanks to make sure they don’t follow." she grits her teeth a decision being deliberated in her head "Heatherpaw you’re gonna follow Slateheart. If they give chase I’ll be a distraction while you three get away" it’s just a precaution she’s never heard of twolegs giving chase not like their hounds anyway but she’s seen many first in her life.

"We’ll regroup at the Sunwarmed pool" she says, the twoleg is still making its calls. Her muscles tense preparing to sprint "Now GO! Scatter!" she yowls, she would stay still for now would take up the rear.

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 22 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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