border FIGURE IN THE BACKGROUND [♱] SHADOWCLAN PATROL / SKIRMISH

[SHARPSHADOW]

// CW for brief imagining of death / bodies

WindClan would have Snowypaw. They would have her, because that answer is the simplest — the simplest one without too much blood involved, at least. Their sweep of their own territory had come up empty. No blood spatters, no happy foxes with bellies full... It should've relieved him some, but it really didn't at all.

The smell of the Thunderpath - worse than carrion, worse than death, he thinks - hits her before she ever lays eyes on its black - tar coating. The stench could easily cover the smell of a rotting corpse. Had Snowypaw tried to cross; tried and failed, who knows how long the monster would've toyed with her body.

Chills wrack him, despite the Greenleaf heat. He probably looks like an idiot, but Snowypaw would be glad knowing he was looking like an idiot for her, or something... Sharpshadow leaves it to his patrolmates to tend to the border itself. Once he can glimpse the rolling hills of the moor past the Thunderpath, he stands he waits, eyes staring intently into the horizon until, inevitably, they would see an incoming patrol. Even if WindClan hid from gatherings, They were unafraid to show their ugly faces and lie through through their rabbit - skin teeth in the face of atrocity. Sunstar... please be who you say you are.

Her breath comes out shaky, and she really hopes the incoming patrol doesn't see how stiff she gets upon their arrival. She is... someone. Somebody. Or that's what Chilledstar is trying to trick her into thinking, at least.

" WindClan, " he swallows. And don't stutter, dont stumble, don't - do anything wrong. Just do it right the first time. A frown creases his mouth. And it's... frustration for Snowypaw. And its... frustration at themselves, for having to admit once again that one of them has gone somewhere, and they don't know where. It was one thing to announce a death, another to shrug and say... We don't know.

The thought dries his voice almost instantly, but he asks for Snowypaw. He asks cause they'd never know if they never asked. " One of our apprentices... she never came back after the gathering, " he explains, staring way more than he should (which, probably is not at all) " Black and white fur. ...Blue eyes. " He doesn't accuse them of anything. no, he doesn't, but the scrunch of his eyes betrays distrust. His frown presses thin. " ...Do you know anything? "

// OOC: patrol tags @Duckshimmer @Haretooth @BATCHASER @Halfpaw @sneezepaw​

 

[SOOTSPOT]

Mud-stained paws carried the small chimera to the borders, bereft to be the one who'd first noticed the group of ShadowClanners idling- no, waiting. The only barrier between them as he closed the gap was the Thunderpath, its effectiveness a gamble he would take so long as there was something important to pass along. Tufted ears pointed defiantly towards StarClan, the tom small, even with fox lengths between himself and the enemy. Fear was buried so deep within his heart that he did not feel it beat faster than normal, standing as proud as any giant would staring down ants. Shaded eyes find Halfpaw towards the back of the patrol and stare for a prolonged time, the passive lashing of his tail stilling when he realised where he knew the other from. In the back of his head, he made note of the tunnel he had come from, where he should go should the others take unkindly to his presence once they figured out who he was. A smile appeared on his muzzle, the furthest thing from friendly but strong against the sun shining upon his face. Suspicion lined the ShadowClanner's face, and stars did he want to feed into it.

"WindClan knows nothing." For once in the moor clanner's life, he spoke the truth - there was nothing to gain from kidnapping apprentices from gatherings, it was too impractical, not to mention they were too old to understand that WindClan was the best option for them. Halfpaw did not look nearly as starved as he expected her to be but give it six moons and he imagined she would be cursing Sunstar's name for taking her away from the moors. "If it were at a gathering, there are three other clans you could be asking instead of wasting your time here. Though... it has almost been a full-moon already, perhaps it is best to stop searching. I doubt a ShadowClan apprentice could survive on its own that long." Was it better to not know, or to know and know a tragedy had befallen them? A curious hypothesis, one he himself did not know the answer to - perhaps the ShadowClanners would indulge him with a logical answer.


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[sneezeduck]

Sneezepaw was sullen as he followed his mentor through the marsh, a sulk that continued even as they rounded on the WindClan border alongside the stenchful Thunderpath. Snowypaw had been gone - and a part of him curses himself for not knowing her, for not being there for her, if a friend is what she needed.. and why she disappeared.

He's only a mere moons of experience along this border, but he knows already that WindClan are not friends. As much as he'd want them to be, to co-exist without strife or quarrel. The warrior that meets their patrol has a smile that Sneezepaw can only describe as unsettling - and yet, he yearns to hear what he has to say.

WindClan knows nothing. Of course. It doesn't cross Sneezepaw's mind to suspect that the WindClanner might be lying, even given all the stories he's heard.Defeatedly, Sneezepaw keeps his head down and silent as he moves along the border to mark it. He can only hope that the other patrols have had more luck.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

• sneezekit SNEEZEPAW
  ━━ APPRENTICE of SHADOWCLAN | 7 MOONS ,, ages every 2nd
  ━━ DUCKSHIMMER xx NPC | SIBLING to SINGEPAW and SWALLOWPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by SHARPSHADOW​
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[Halfsun]

WindClan. Whenever they came upon this border, there is a strange tugging sensation in her chest, like the breeze is pulling her in, inviting her to race across the moors, to feel the open air in her lungs and the wind trailing cool fingers through her fur. She would run and run and run until she reached outlook rock and then she would climb to the top, grip that stony ledge with her claws, and see everything from horizon to horizon. Instead, she is destined for a life in the mud, in the enclosed swamps with pine trees looming over her like the ghosts she swears haunt her. Ghosts like.. like him

Sootspot looks just the same as he did in her memories. Her mismatched gaze finds his sooty pelt as soon as he shows his face and she is transfixed, frozen to the spot as memories from that night race through her mind. He had been there. The moment passes, she breathes in (deep and shaky) and then out, lets the fear that grips her childish heart go and plasters a wide smile on her face. "Oh hey! I remember you!" she announces, taking one step towards the border and away from her mentor and fellow apprentice, wide grin still on her face even as her feet touch the invisible line that lays between her and the ashen colored warrior before her. "Do I look familiar? Or do you not remember every kit you steal?" she's goading him on and she knows it, but she can't help it, not when the face she sees so often in her dreams is here, standing before them with that stupid arrogant smile plastered all over his lips.

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) no fake friends, forced smiles, or favors

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  HALFPAW SHADOWCLAN APPRENTICE ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEPAW, ASHENPAW, SWANPAW, GARLICPAW, THORNPAW AND LAURELPAW
  

  A fluffy she cat who's fur is half cream tabby, half blue tabby split by white. Her eyes are two mismatched shades of blue, with one being a light icy blue and the other being darker in color.

  ✦ Easy in battle + still learning how to fight
  

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[Haretooth]

"INDELIBLE IS WHAT I NEED TO SPREAD THE WORD."​

While there was no personal stake involved in finding Snowypaw he found it vital for the clan morale to find her safe and sound. Haretooth hypothesised that if she was victim to a predator then her body would have turned up, either that or there would be an influx of hungry predators now that they knew how a ShadowClan cat may satiate their appetites. While he wouldn’t state there would be a correlation to a missing child of ShadowClan to that of a devious plot orchestrated by WindClan, it was clear that it was a thought that has most likely crossed many a mind.

That is why he nonetheless found it vital to maintain an alertness as they approached the border, maw parted in thought as he shifted the bones of his jaw from one side to the other. Teeth glistening as he tried to seek out a familiar scent entangled with one belonging to WindClan, it seemed futile currently though. It seemed that the only scents belonged to their respective clans, much to his disappointment. He nods a pale head as Sharpshadow relayed information about the missing apprentices movements, perhaps bias came into play but he believed that the chosen emissary of ShadowClan’s council, an extension of Chilledstar themself, had been nothing but factual in their recounting. There were no veiled accusations or petty squabbles made, it was only reasonable that Haretooth felt a flash of vexation flood his other clear state of emotions.

He beared his teeth in a sneer, disdain apparent as he glowered at Sootspot. The warrior knew that he had a pension for irascibility, this was neither the time nor place for that to shine. Instead of giving into an impulse that burned as it boiled he stood a little taller and decided to take a beat of silence to keep his thoughts aligned with one of a diplomat. “There are other patrols asking the other clans, this is just courtesy.” Perhaps it wasn’t, a vendetta could be laying out of his line of vision but he wasn’t the type to dwell. Narrowed light blue eyes glance at Sharpshadow, then to Sneezepaw as he seems to accept this defeat on the chin and move on.

“I am unsure of WindClan’s customs regarding missing clan members but we don’t give up without ensuring that all avenues have been thoroughly investigated. ShadowClan is resilient. Our apprentices know how to hold their own.” He doesn’t hide the scowl, his words are a little too calculated, the tone too smooth and cold. Haretooth presumed that Windclanners would carry the same resilience, with the charred moorlands still fresh on their minds. Staring at the haughty warrior in front of him, perhaps he was misled in that assessment. While he could respect speculation and hypothesis, this approach to the speculation was too heedless for even his liking. His distaste for the cat on the opposite side of the border is why doesn’t make any move to stop or reprimand Halfpaw, she was justified in her goading in his humble opinion. If anything, he was amused by the confrontation and decided that he would take delight in having a front row seat for it.
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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ They have rarely seen eye to eye with ShadowClan. They know the truth of their birth, know that they come from a land even more damp than the marshland, but still they see no sense in living a life treading through water. They also see no sense in accosting their neighboring clans to accuse them of stealing an apprentice. Kits, they could understand—Sootstar did it, Sootspot did it. But one of ShadowClan’s own had aided them, and it is far more likely for an apprentice to walk away of their own volition than a kit. It is also more difficult to keep a larger, smarter cat hidden away, stolen. And furthermore, this time it truly is a useless endeavor to ask. WindClan knows nothing.

In truth, Gravelsnap doesn’t appreciate the way that Sharpshadow squints at them from across the border. Sootspot seems to feel the same way, and for once the black and white warrior is glad that they and the tunneler are in agreement. They stride forth on tired paws, beckoning their apprentice along with them as they approach Sootspot’s side. They give a polite dip of their head to the other WindClan warrior, and they mutter "He tells the truth. We don’t have your… Snowypaw." They do not offer to keep an eye out; they do not care what fate has met the young ShadowClanner.

A familiar cat comes into view, only noticed when she speaks up, and hazel eyes narrow. Though they had only seen her in passing—had avoided her, given that she was an overeager, annoying kit at the time—they would recognize Halfpaw anywhere. Formerly stolen and now returned, though they cannot help but to wonder what would have become of her, had she remained in the moorland. Would she think Sootspot a friend, rather than a captor? Perhaps the girl would even be his apprentice. Whatever, they think, a scowl finding its way onto their muzzle. Get over it. They, too, had been stolen, before they could even begin to comprehend what theft even was. And they turned out just fine in the end. WindClan is their home, even if the circumstances that brought them here were monstrous.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

• ooc: apprentice tag @sheeppaw
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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[SOOTSPOT]

Silent, Sootspot watched the first ShadowClanner relent and go back to border marking, his silent exhale of relief severed by another voice, older than before, angrier than before. The horizon became a comfort as he rehearsed what to say, imagined what contorted expressions he would be witness to when he paid attention. A sneak peek revealed a dilute paw, so close to the Thunderpath he almost wished she would take another step so that her words would be drowned out under the weight of a running monster. StarClan, weak-willed as it was, once again did not answer the chimera's prayer. He buried his lower jaw into the fur upon his neck as he relented, eyes meeting the one he'd once stolen. "Hello again, Larkpaw." A much better name than the horror she had been assigned at birth - to be considered half of anything was an insult, yet ShadowClan had given her the name as if it meant something. He knew she had plucked any reference to WindClan from herself, she was a cat that preferred to be mediocre in mediocrity rather than abysmal in greatness and knowing his mother had given a life for the ShadowClanners made his shoulders heavy with disappointment.

Haretooth spoke and Sootspot swiveled his head like an owl, feeling Gravensnap's presence at his side, flicking his tail subtly in greeting. Their support, hesitant as it likely was, did not come as a surprise. Any ill-will felt towards the Tunneler did not matter when a whole clan was at stake, he could almost thank ShadowClan for the opportunity, but he didn't have it in him to thank rabbits. "Courtesy." He licked his lips. "One should learn the meaning of it before they cast their suspicious eyes onto the innocent." The turn of his head was slow, thin pupils remaining perfectly central as they found Halfpaw once more. Haretooth proclaims ShadowClan apprentices to 'hold their own', and Sootspot mewed, "I am sure they can. They likely have to, if it is ShadowClan's best stands before me now." Tufted ears twitch in a self-aimed amusement before a gentle melancholy was forced upon his features as he stared down the cream tabby chimera. She was an insult to his clan, someone who had betrayed it - he cared little for her age when she had willingly left with Sunstar. Any cat would've died for her opportunity and even amidst his calm exterior, he couldn't help but clench his black claws into the soil below.

'Honesty would kill me.'

"When prey is struck down, I am more inclined to believe it blames the predator rather than its fangs. Teeth have no will of their own, they have no say in who they bite and why. They exist to serve a purpose and nothing more. That day, I was a tooth in my mother's maw. If you held any of the same loyalty to your own leader, you would understand that going against what the rest of the mouth wants is not always possible."


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[SHARPSHADOW]

At once, denial. The question was - is it denial in the literal sense? Simply put: no. Or was it the connotation that word carried when hurled at someone so obviously guilty, and stupidly thinking they have a shot at being anything but. Sharpshadow isn't sure. A narrowing gaze betrays this. She doesn't think she owes it to WindClan to pretend not to be suspicious. It could've ended a tthat, really, but WindClan never knows when to shut their mouth.

Black fur prickles along her spine, forming something akin to quills on her back. A waste of time, and yet, what would Snowypaw think of they missed her, only because they had arbitrarily searched three clans, and not the one with the most snakes in its den. Sharpshadow's face tightens. Teeth bite down her tongue, and with it, the urge to step across the border and give him a scar to remember her by. She is... someone, or at least, Chilledstar wants to tell her that. She can't step across borders, can't attack cats just because they are annoying.

Both his apprentices are so... different. Sneezepaw is silent, whilst Halfpaw cries out. Maybe if she'd been the first to strike, Sharpshadow would've said something, but she isn't, so he doesn't. Haretooth explains the obvious to the WindClan warrior, and nicer than she would've for that matter. At least it seems like this one WindClan warrior was the worst of them... Sharpshadow would regard the other with a barely - visible nod.

And then... there's a name that isn't Halfpaw's, but a look that could only be for her. Sharpshadow goes still.

He drones on and on. A real piece of work with a tongue he would much rather rip out at this point, rather than bother with any of this. Her gaze does not leave his once. He seeks to provoke – and Sharpshadow can't really care if he gets it. She can't hide the twitches in her face well. She never tried to hide sharp briar - thorns. She realizes, suddenly, that Halfpaw's taunt was not meant for... for WindClan as a whole. It was for him specifically. He stole ShadowClan's kits.

Sharpshadow takes a step onto the Thunderpath.

Ears pin back at once, with the realization that comes. With the opportunity that she has. She's sick of unseable sickness, of foxes she could not go against without an imminent, almost - certain death. Of things she can't fight, or things she's too late to fight. " What the fuck is wrong with you? " Any ideals of courtesy, she suddenly couldn't care less about. What the hell was this? To pick and preen over oneself, to celebrate how they're loyal enough to steal kits. Not possible? Would Sootstar have put him out? Have killed him? Did he need to take away one kit's caring parent to make up for the fact that he didn't have one?

He wanted to say all of this — To tell him how stupid he was in such a way that it'd leave him speechless. But he couldn't do that. He'd trip over his own words – he'd stumble, and he... he loved the sound of his own voice, didn't he? Words wouldn't be enough to make him shut up.

So Sharpshadow would use his claws.

In a split moment's decision, Sharpshadow rushes across the Thunderpath. Anger carries him further across than he would ever get with a clear mind, able to recall monster - stench in his nostrils and the crunch of tail - bone. Eyes wide with fury, he flies with claws outstretched for the warrior's cheek. He doesn't want to... want to kill. Not even maim, really. He just wants to scar. He just wants to teach WindClan that they could not speak this way to ShadowClan and face no consequences.

TL;DR: HE COULD NOT LET THAT SLIDE! FUCK IT, SKIRMISH TIME he's coming at you @SOOTSPOT <3

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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ Sootspot continues to talk, using those hardworking tunneler paws to dig himself into a deeper and deeper hole. Gravelsnap rolls their eyes. They couldn’t care less about the grungy ShadowClan kits who’d been forcefully brought to stay in WindClan—but Sootspot cares, it seems. He has a lot to say about them… a lot of words that Gravelsnap doesn’t listen to. The other tom’s droning goes in one ear and out the other, and hazel eyes shift across the opposing patrol with a small sigh. Their gaze settles on Sharpshadow, observing the way the ShadowClanner’s expression sours as Sootspot continues on. They cannot blame the enemy warrior—but their loyalty is to their clanmate above any other, and they will not speak poorly of him in front of an enemy clan.

In a flash, the ShadowClan warrior bares his teeth and rushes across the thunderpath. Gravelsnap braces themself as the world begins to move in slow motion. For a heartbeat they think that the roaring of blood in their ears is the roar of a monster—strike her, they think. They pray to anyone listening. End her life quickly, before she ends ours. Normally, the black and white moor runner would welcome the sudden violence, but engaging in fighting here would be pointless. There are only two of them, Gravelsnap and Sootspot, they cannot fend off all these ShadowClanners. But if they can force this one to back off, to get off of the moorland and back onto the thunderpath… they can end this before it starts.

The warrior moves from their place beside Sootspot in one quick motion. They may not like the tunneler, find him irritating and unsettling, but he is still a clanmate. They will defend him like one. Gravelsnap attempts to shove both paws into Sharpshadow’s side, hoping to throw the other warrior off course. They do not bare claws, instead focusing on trying to deflect any harm that the ShadowClanner wishes to inflict. "Where is your head?" They shout at the dark-furred feline, tail whipping back and forth with an excess of nervous energy. "You’re going to get someone killed!" Their protests may be drowned out by the tunneler’s retaliation, but Gravelsnap at least does not want this.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

• ooc: attempting to fend off @SHARPSHADOW — open to attacks and injuries, but no serious wounds
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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Firefang]

It was funny to think that Shadowclan were their allies for a brief blip in time. She hears their voices from where she prowls beneath growing heather and blackened grass. She'd been hunting close to the border and then had been listening to the warbled voice in the distance; it'd mostly been her own clanmates she'd heard and she'd thought about joining them - she's sure her presence might ruffle their slimy little feathers but she was trying to focus; trying to bring back much needed prey. Her focus wanes the minute she hears one of the Shadowclanner's yowl, the sound was too close. She didn't think the muck-suckers had it in them to cross the thunderpath and onto the moors; it'd be pretty damn brave if it wasn't entirely mousebrained.

She expects to run into a full skirmish, but she sees more shadowclanners on their side of the border - just one foolish warrior stands in opposition. She looks to him then towards Sootspot (and whatever wound he may or not have), Gravelsnap was with him and already turning on the Shadowclanner. His words were far more clear then any she'd heard through the underbrush, leaves and dirt still cling to her ruffled pelt. Her lip curls half between a snarl and a sneer "He's going to get himself killed. I should take a throat instead of an eye this time. How does that sound crowfood-muncher?" she licks her teeth as she finishes her words as if brandishing them. Whatever holdups she had about what she'd done to that young warrior at least Shadowclan knew now they weren't just bark, that they (she) was as brutal as they'd always been/ Willing to do whatever it took to make Windclan alone stronger. They weren't peaceful flower pickers that they'd hoped Windclan would become, she'd worried Sunstar would continue to push ideals of peace and love. But nah she hated that kinda noise, Windclan would never be anything close to an ally to Shadowclan ever again.

"If you know whats good for you you'll mosey your pretty little tail back over the Thunderpath" she flicks her gaze from Sharpshadow to the rest of the patrol, she wonders if they'll run across too. She'd sparingly seen Sootspot fight and she didn't like the idea of him getting dog piled because these mangy cats couldn't handle some words, Gravelsnap she trusts to hold his own, they were outnumbered but honestly even one Windclan warrior was equal to these five pathetic furballs. That and it looked like two of them were apprentices, still fluffy behind the ears. She wanted to claim she had her fill of fighting in recent memory, but that didn't mean she wouldn't delight in beating these rats again.

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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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[Haretooth]

"INDELIBLE IS WHAT I NEED TO SPREAD THE WORD."​

Oh StarClan save him from this headache, dealing with windclanners was already a testament to his grace. A too wide smile is what Sootspot is greeted with in the face of what Haretooth deemed to be an insult. His patience was wearing thin and every second this arrogant tom spoke further wore it down until it threatened to be reduced to a molecule of dust. He narrows his eyes at the name he assigns Halfpaw, brain ticking over as he blocks out Sootspot’s droning voice in exchange for logic. Theories even, the pale warrior deemed himself a smart man and there was clearly something that he was neglecting, in hindsight he will blame himself for being too caught up in his ego to realise what the tunneler had meant.

Thankfully someone seemed to, Sharpshadow is a blur to him at first. He can’t help but stare, mostly in admiration but a little in shock over her outburst. It happens in quick succession, his exclamation, running across the Thunderpath. The fact that she strikes that tunneler, Haretooth has seen fights. He knows that despite whatever intentions were behind this it would end in some form of altercation, he looks at the thunderpath then at the two apprentices beside him, spirited Halfpaw and the timid Sneezepaw. “Halfpaw, Sneezepaw. Do not cross the Thunderpath or I will have your hides myself, stay smart. If myself or another warrior here calls out to you two I want you to go get reinforcements.” His tone is stern, cold and calculating like the tactician he tries to be.

As much as he doesn’t want things to escalate he is never one to turn down conflict. Besides, he is no fool. Sharpshadow could be hurt, wherever it be by these windclanners or through a passing monster. Looking across both ends first he then charges across the Thunderpath, not wanting to leave the lead warrior stranded. Especially not when she was out numbered like this. “If you want your still recovering clan to survive then you will not kill him, lest I remind you the dire predicament you windclanners face? Or have you been succesful in stealing another clan's prey?” He growls to Firefang as he makes it across the gravel of the Thunderpath and onto WindClan territory. The tom takes to his clan-mates side, he would not question her. Not here anyways, not in front of the enemy. Claws unsheathe but he does not attack just yet, there is a malicious air to him, like a dog on a leash he is waiting to be given the command before jumping someone.

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|| Open to attacks but isn't attacking....yet || ​

 

[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ Duckshimmer's fur bristles with disgust when they approach the Windclan border, feeling it foolish beyond words that they'd even bother speaking to the kit-stealers instead of simply demanding they allow Shadowclan to search their camp for the missing molly. The word of carrion filth could not be trusted.
Duckshimmer felt vindicated in her hatred when one of them dared look at her young clanmate and utter such a fowl insult as the name lark-paw. The woman is almost glad for Sharpshadow's attack, opening the door for Shadowclan to defend its clanmate as Haretooth wisely takes after the other ebony-pelted feline. "It's best not to wait, Sneezepaw, go back to camp to inform everyone of the rot infesting the borders" she meows, tearing her glare from the tension-thick gathering to smile at her boy. Swiping a tongue over Sneezepaw's ear, she hoped he would abide by her order and run quickly back to camp. She didn't want her boy anywhere near these vultures wearing cat fur, no matter what came to be.

"Keep your claws sheathed, Sharpshadow dear," Duckshimmer would coo softly, glancing upstream then downstream of the thunderpath before languidly crossing herself. She comes to stand beside her clanmates, claws itching to unsheathe as she blinks pitying periwinkle eyes upon the skin and bones that arrogantly believe themselves to be warriors, "remember to pity those fated to die"
She lifts a paw and pointedly shakes off the ashen dirt clinging to it, "How fitting, thieves starving to death. Starclan can be quite humorous in their choice of punishment, poor sweeties"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 6/5/24

• // also open to attack <3
  
  
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  GENERAL:
  ⚜ Duckshimmer
  ⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
  ⚜ 33 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
  ⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚜Physically medium | mentally hard
  ⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
  injuries: None currently

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[SOOTSPOT]

Eyes refocused on the Lead Warrior as she cursed him, refusing to dignify her asinine question with an answer. Nothing was wrong, he had only done what he was told - was he truly supposed to feel bad about actions that weren't his own? In a blink, the shadow across the border had crawled onto the Thunderpath, another blink, and she crossed it. The fur upon his neck stood as he realised what was happening, his mind thinking of naught but the tunnels. There was a scramble of overconfident paws, a jump backward, a shimmy behind the first body that got in the way between him and the vile rodent. Charteuse eyes shone up towards the back of Gravelsnap's head, then towards Firefang, and the snake slithered further back. 'They hate the other clans more than they hate me.' A useful observation, but his pride in such a thing was ruined by the feeling of something trickling by his whiskers. Sootspot licked his lips and, on the right side, tasted iron. Sootspot pressed a paw to his mouth and, when it was moved away, the black fur was smeared with a merlot red. He looked between the evidence of a wound and Sharpshadow.

ShadowClan jeers and taunts, promises reinforcements, and Sootspot knows that if he were to escape underground, all the ire would be gone. He turned his head back towards open moors, towards long strands of grass where bolt holes remained hidden underneath. Pain begins to sting his muzzle like a papercut, but then, he looked back at Firefang. 'She can take them.' Gravelsnap too, though, the black-and-white moor runner was seldom in his thoughts. Craning his neck out, he called. "You would have us ignore a codebreak then?! Let this Lead Warrior trespass like she owns the place?! We are not as placid as your kind." Vitriol seeped into an ostentatious rasp of a voice, shouting so unlike the chimera he forgot what it felt like to have strength in his lungs. He could see how the macho, aggressive types got used to throwing their weight around, Sootspot mourned only being able to do the same with two shields. "Go back to your marsh then, lest Firefang break your legs and leave you for the Thunderpath monsters to flatten."

// positioned behind his clanmates at the moment, open to interactions but be mindful of this if attacking !!


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[Halfsun]

Of all the things Halfpaw had expected of her mentor, it had not been this. Sootspot speaks, and her old name upon his tongue is not spoken with the same friendship that it would have been falling from Pinkpaw's lips, but rather it was meant as an insult. A metaphorical claw raked against flesh in order to wound, to hurt, to remind her of what WindClan had taken from her (or given, depending on how she saw it that given day). A sneer finds it's way onto her features. She opens her mouth to spit venom right back at him, to call him nothing more than a pawn or to tell him that his mother could have cared less about him in the wake of Granitepelt's shadow, but is taken aback when another beats her to it. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" growls a familiar voice from behind her, and for a moment, she believes his ire to be directed towards herself. Her ears flick backwards, ready for a scolding to reach them for daring to be so bold, for acting and speaking once again without thinking it through first. But then a dark shadow pelts across the Thunderpath, and Halfpaw watches in shock as her mentor leaps with claws outstretched at the treacherous WindClanner.

"You're not my mentor Haretooth" She says with a sneer aimed in the warrior direction coward she thinks as she shoots across the thunderpath after Sharpshadow, but Sootspot is already scrambling away, trying desperately to shield himself behind his clanmates. It is not them that she wishes to fight though. "What? All that talk and you're too afraid to face us?" she taunts, eyes narrowed and tail waving in the air in anticipation, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth once again. All bark and no bite, he was. "No wonder mommy didn't love you" She had seen the way Sootstar had disregarded him all those moons ago, after all, had not forgotten their faces in the dim light filtering in through the tunnels. How could she ever?

Then suddenly she is exploding into action, teeth bared as she attempts to launch herself through the gap between Gravelsnap and Firefang, claws outstretched and teeth bared. She did not care for the others present, it is his blood she wished to see spilled upon the ground right now.

// Aiming to attack @SOOTSPOT but feel free to have another character intercept! No maiming or killing please

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) no fake friends, forced smiles, or favors

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  HALFPAW SHADOWCLAN APPRENTICE ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEPAW, ASHENPAW, SWANPAW, GARLICPAW, THORNPAW AND LAURELPAW
  

  A fluffy she cat who's fur is half cream tabby, half blue tabby split by white. Her eyes are two mismatched shades of blue, with one being a light icy blue and the other being darker in color.

  ✦ Easy in battle + still learning how to fight
  

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[SHARPSHADOW]

It's all adrenaline, the rush of paws that sends him flying across the Thunderpath. The grey - and - white warrior tries to intercept, but it's a little too late, or maybe a little too early. For as sick as he was of frogs skin, maybe its his for - once full belly that keeps him on course. And now — look, the ashen warrior is scrambling, but maybe if she's fast, and she's a surprise. Surpasses her own expectations, catches his cheek.

The grey warrior slinks behind his clanmates, more ShadowClanner than Sharpshadow herself could even manage to be. Sharpshadow comes to a halt before the gaggle of WindClanners. The only moment her eyes leave his, is to glimpse the sheen of red that's marred her claws. A rare, self - satisfied part of her has her lips twitching upward for a split second.

They all talked too much, though. Maybe it was the hollow memory of Sunstar from moons ago bringing her apprentice home that made her think not all WindClanner's are as stupid as this one. " You'll really defend this flea - brain? " she asks, a silver gaze carefully assessing the WindClanners present. It sharpens on spitfire molly spitting threats at her.

...What she really doesn't expect is for her clanmates to join her. It wasn't her status as Lead Warrior, was it? That made them feel like they had to join her. She didn't want that to be true, but it probably was. If that's what kept her from being dogpiled by WindClan, fine. Keep your claws sheathed, Sharpshadow, dear, says Duckshimmer. The warrior snorts in reply. Of all the decisions that she later stayed up thinking about, she didn't think this would be one. She ponders if she was satisfied with his blood on her claws, or if she couldn't stand giving WindClan the satisfaction of thinking their stupid threats worked on them. He's a special breed of insufferable that's starting to make her think he desrves more than a swipe. " Do - Do you hear him? " he wheezes a rare, ugly half - laugh. " He just threatened his clanmate on me! "

It's Halfpaw, in the end, that makes the decision for him. She peels across the Thunderpath, and without tact, tries to squeeze herself in the makeshift barrier her kidnapper had made of her clanmates. Okay, then. She eyes the other two WindClanners. " Let her get a good swipe in, and we'll go home without a problem, " Sharpshadow whirls to the burnished WindClan warrior, the one stupid enough to threaten an eye, of all things. Maybe stupidly, a sheathed paw aims to come down on her head. She could at least get this one that cared a little too much off of Halfpaw's back.

NOTE: mobile post! Engaging @Firefang :^)

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[SOOTSPOT]

Eyes narrow exasperated at the taunts, pupils rapidly veering between ShadowClanners. The sneers and laughs were difficult to keep up with until Halfpaw mentioned Sootstar, and clarity so painfully missing in the chaos appeared in the form of fury. It was an insult heard enough to be decoration in a den within WindClan, but Granitepelt had made it real, blessed his ex-clanmates with such a weakness when before, Sootspot had been armoured. Unsheathed claws writhe at the soil below as he squared his paws, ears flattening. He watched Halfpaw charge right between his clanmates, his head jutted between his shoulders, half-turtled, half-prepped for war. 'Useless foxdungs!' She had just insulted him, how could they let her get away with it?! When the Tunneler speaks next, it's an utterly different voice, angry and cracked like ice splintering against an otherworldly pressure. He did not fight like a warrior, but Halfpaw's words had permitted him to fight like a caged beast with nothing to lose. "Your mother wasn't even alive long enough to see the disappointment you've become." The WindClanner sidestepped his younger opponent and aimed to rake at her flank with long claws, hoping to follow up with a full-body shove back toward the borders from whence she came.

[ attacking @Halfpaw ! ]

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[Halfsun]

The wound stings, of course it does. Blood pearls along the lines where claws had raked her side but Halfpaw doesn't seem to miss a beat. This kind of fight is what she had been training for is it not? She could roll with the punches, could take a couple of hits, so long as he did not walk away clean either she would be content. A barking laugh leaves her jaws as he tries to insult her back. It is almost comical, the way he brings her mother into this. A cat she had never met and one who's approval she would never be seeking. "You reek of desperation Sootspot" she taunts back, her nose wrinkling and a smile still on her face despite the throbbing heat coming from the red lines he had carved against her flank.

She comes at him again, teeth bared in a nasty snarl and claws extended as she bats at him in an uncoordinated frenzy, unpredictable, wild, and lacking skill. She just wants to hit him, wants to inflict pain and see crimson marr that gray pelt and then she would be satisfied, she thinks. Around her, she is aware of her mentor leaping at Firefang, of the skirmish that continues in the peripherals of her vision, but she focuses solely on the fox-heart in front of her.

// sorry Im so late with this ! ;-; attacking @SOOTSPOT

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) no fake friends, forced smiles, or favors

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  HALFPAW SHADOWCLAN APPRENTICE ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEPAW, ASHENPAW, SWANPAW, GARLICPAW, THORNPAW AND LAURELPAW
  

  A fluffy she cat who's fur is half cream tabby, half blue tabby split by white. Her eyes are two mismatched shades of blue, with one being a light icy blue and the other being darker in color.

  ✦ Medium in battle + still learning how to fight
  

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