border FRET NOT ⚘ dusk patrol

[leafhusk]

don't stir any trouble, roeflame warned this morning. easy enough, leafhusk has faith in the two warriors beside her, and the weather will be in their favor. as the horizon begins to swallow the sun, the wind becomes colder, and the forest becomes dead silent. leafbare has a sense of unease she only thinks about when it's ugly head is starting to rear. it's creepy, and as they near the thunderpath, she looks at how dark the thunderpath becomes. nearly a void you could fall into if not careful.

the lead warrior swivels her ears, waiting for any distant rumblings. nothing. pure, eerie silence, for now. she turns to her patrol, "if they try anything… we will leave. but, if you throw any petty remarks, i'll keep quiet for you." the last part is added half-heatedly; but her smile makes it hard to tell if she's being serious or not. still, the sepia-furred molly wanders off to rub against some ferns.

no need to wait! @STAGSNARL. @TALLSTEP // @ORANGEPAW. @Fadingpaw

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[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ Singeglare was excited over what the future had in store. Filled to bursting with adrenaline, the young man eyed the patrol across the border with an almost salivating look in his eye. Each feline he eyes closely, taking into account their weight disposition, the size of their paws, any injuries they nursed or weaknesses they might foolishly brandish during a time of assumed peace. For now, Singeglare kept his claws to himself. Only for now.

"What's up collar-lickers?!" his tongue, on the other hand... "How's life after half your clan turned on you? A bit roomier now, huh?" Before he can crack a joke about sharing is caring, he silences himself. Too much foreshadowing there, leave that to the medicine cats, ey? Still, he walks up close to the border, making a big show of keeping his paws just behind the invisible line. "Or have you come to take another innocent Shadowclan life? " This, he says with a snap of his teeth, eyes boiling as his namesake suggests, "Shed some other clan's blood since you're running out of your own, huh?"

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 10/4/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singeglare
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Heterosexual
  ☄ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x Duckshimmer (brother to Swallowflutter, Sneezeduck)
  ☄ Shadowclan — warrior
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically medium | mentally somewhat easy
  ☄ Attack inbold #b8312f
  injuries: none
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Snowlark understood the frustration his clanmates carried, their anger and thirst for justice and that was something promised to them by Mirestar and by the help of their nowly formed Riverclan alliance, and yet, Snowlark wished to keep a level-head about all of this, with the early leaf-bare already rearing its ugly head to the upcoming war planned, it seems a lot was happening this moon.

Yet, Singeglare's words did not help in the situation ahead, already throwing his punches and insults at the thunderclan patrol, one of their lead warriors at the helm making Snowlark sigh. "Singeglare, bite your tongue" he stated coolly. They did not need any tension running thick this patrol, nor do they want a skirmish break out and risk anyone getting injured before Mirestar called them to fight. Yellow eyes dancing onto the form of Leafhusk and their patrol, "Is Thunderclan doing any...better with the cold?" he asked tersely, hoping to salvage what he could before the other clan rue the day they decided to take the life of one of their own.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, Lead warrior of Shadowclan, 15 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[ORANGEHEART.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- orangepaw truly didn't want to be out here right now but not because he didn't wish to help his clan. he's... worried about the tension. thunderclan had provided a home for him. they've never shied away from that, but even then, it's gone through a lot. right now, he misses a lot of things but he misses his mom more than anything. would any of this had been a problem for him if he just never joined? if he went with his mother, would she still be alive in the first place? he doesn't know but he's choosing, for once, to be quiet.

his paws follow after his mentor, stopping as he hears the voice of a loud and boisterous shadowclanner. his head turns and then tilts before he just turn away. parts of that tom over there reminds him of grasspaw. maybe that's why it's easy enough to not engage. it's not as if he would have anything rude to say back, anyways. so he simply goes away, and tries to find a way to mark the borders. he turns back to the other cats, his tail tucking beside him. he just doesn't get it. that need to be mean. what did it do for any of them? what did it help with? orangepaw will never understand. ever.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── honestly, i thought that i would be dead by now ⋅❁⋅ calling security, keeping my head held down──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of experience alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[MAPLETUFT]

It seemed like not too long ago, the precipice of peace and balance between the two Clans crumbled in front of her very eyes, made very clear by a deflect of something a leader would not have had to fend off... If not guilty of it. And Singeglare, her face turns sour as he saunters up right to the border, begins a loud string of insults and goading words that would surely have caused a fight if the cats on the other side of the border hadn't looked as laid-back as they seemed.

Mapletuft is quick to shove past the rest of her patrolmates to play the part of the poor peacekeeper. "Mirestar said not to pick fights," comes a sharp-toned hiss from her and she has nearly half a mind to cuff the younger warrior, instead opting to mark a nearby fern as she gestures for her apprentice to do the same; Snowlark had said something about it, anyways, and she wasn't quite keen on stepping on their lead warriors toes... And she, herself, has to bite her tongue... But it goes unsaid, the fact that she'd rather claw her own ears off than listen to how Thunderclan is doing.

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖨𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 *•.🍁.•* 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

• @LAVENDERPAW
• ❥ mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 53 months
  ❥ shadowclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring lavenderpaw
  ❥ long-furred chocolate torbie/cinnamon tabby chimera ʚ♡ɞ elegant & flowy
  ❥ "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[TALLSTEP]

Tallstep stands alongside the ThunderClan patrol, eyes narrowed as Singeglare's biting words hit the frigid air. The ShadowClan warrior's taunts are calculated, the kind that stir an instinctual urge to respond, but Tallstep knows better. They've trained themselves to hold back, to let that first rush of reaction simmer. ShadowClan's resentment burns bright enough already, and Tallstep isn't about to fan the flames. Still, it's a challenge. The insult about ThunderClan's betrayal hits home, stirring up memories of the upheaval and division that fractured their clan. Their paws flex, claws pressing into the damp ground.

Tallstep takes a steadying breath, casting a glance toward Orangepaw. The apprentice's fur is fluffed out against the cold, and there's a distinct unease in the young cat's posture. Tallstep wants to offer him some reassurance, but they know now isn't the time for sentiment. Besides, they aren't very close with the apprentice; their words may be unappreciated. When Snowlark speaks up, his attempt at maintaining some semblance of peace catches Tallstep's attention. The tension in his voice betrays his struggle to keep things civil amid Singeglare's simmering hostility. Tallstep respects the effort; it's a relief to see that not all ShadowClan cats are looking for a fight tonight. They dip their head slightly in acknowledgment, weighing Snowlark's question about the cold. It's a thin gesture, but it's something.

"We manage," Tallstep responds evenly, their voice carrying a light tone that betrays none of the frustration roiling inside. "ThunderClan can handle the cold. I assume ShadowClan's faring just as well?" There's no venom in their words, only a polite formality. Tallstep knows ShadowClan views ThunderClan with suspicion, perhaps even hatred, but they aren't here to provoke or to apologize. Tonight, their goal is simple: hold the line, respect the border, and prevent this encounter from descending into chaos.​

 

[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. The sight of forest-dwellers on the other side of the Thunderpath invokes a sharp, confusing twist in Briarthorn's chest. She had never been a particular fan of ThunderClan, but Applejaws recent death still caused a harsh sting, the pain needing somewhere to go.

The ebony warrior lurks near the rest of her patrol, hazel hues steady on Leafhusk through brittle marsh grass, the Lead Warrior mumbles something just out of Briarthorn's reach.

Singeglare's greeting is shameless and unbridled, and Briarthorn draws closer to the younger warrior, Snowlark and Mapletufts scolding was not uncalled for, in fact, Briarthorn would have done the same just a few short moons ago. Now, contempt makes her heartbeat heavier, it's what fuels her. "Is he wrong?" The molly finally drawls, pupils gravitating to Snowlark, a spark of irrational challenge pulled forward by his cool-toned authority.

Briarthorn turns to the ThunderClan patrol again where another young warrior now speaks, though her eyes lock momentarily on what could only be an apprentice, glued to his mentors heels. ThunderClan will feel our wraith. "ShadowClan is as strong as ever." Plainly spoken and without further context, Briarthorn turns on her heel and pays no more mind to the patrol, or the stupid formalities she could never quite stand.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── KEEP YOUR DEMONS ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ ON A LEASH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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