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[SHARPSHADOW]

The stink of the Thunderpath lays ahead of them. Frankly, Sharpshadow hasn't a clue what she intends on saying to any passing ThunderClan patrol. It wouldn't be the first time - not even the second time either they might ask about the whereabouts of a cat... but We lost our sick leader sounds a lot more outrageous than we lost an apprentice, or we lost some kits... Well, that sounded pretty awful too, but those kits had been smuggled by Granitepelt's paw... An entire Leader couldn't possible be smuggled like that, right?

" Halfsun, " his voice dips low, and here's his terrible secret - that he pulled Halfsun along on a patrol with him so he could... keep an eye on her, he guesses. " Are you okay? " And maybe its a hypocritical ask when he isn't okay. He really, really isn't, but it's easier to pretend that she's doing fine. That her head is cool and she's too busy worrying about her clanmates to fret over something as silly as... as... A Leader's disappearance. Hopefully Scalejaw wouldn't mind, uh... being a bit of an accessory, he guesses. He'd probably hate him if he were in Scalejaw's opinion. " And... and you? " he unconvincingly adds, gaze briefly flickering to the other warrior.

Sharpshadow hardly knows her own self well enough to tell- does she care how Halfsun is doing? Or does she just... not want to risk an outburst in front of others? Her gaze flickers past the Thunderpath, wary of any approaching ThunderClanners

OOC: with @Halfsun & @scalejaw !

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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕The scent of the thunderpath is the worst. During their exile he'd been thankful he hadn't had to smell it while they were out patrolling their little land. Now that they were back and everything was slowly returning to normal, there was some kind of nostalgia that came with their border with ShadowClan. The smell is as putrid as he remembers, burning his nostrils all the way to his lungs. ( Did some part of him miss it? Maybe ).

Speaking of the neighboring Clan, their patrols happened to sync up with one another — good! Roaringsun enjoyed some chit-chat before going on his way. Should he ask about Bonepaw? He hadn't seen him since his first gathering. Or would it be too weird? “Hi ShadowClan!” The warrior doesn't know any of these cats' names. “How is Leaf-fall treating you all so far?”

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc.
  
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 12 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[scalejaw]

★ Scalejaw was majorly silent on the trek to the border. She isn't far off from how she was when they first set out on their searches, eyes still sweeping the territory so. Even though she knew she looked at that rock yesterday, or the low-lying brush the day before that. There wasn't so much sting now as there used to be- no, it felt mostly like a numb feeling all over again,

Chilledstar, is he with you? She wonders quietly, wonders if her past best friend beheld the silver tom nearby, wonders if that's where Smogstar ended up. Her ear twitches when Sharpshadow speaks to Halfsun, and she adverts her gaze. That was a private conversation, she realizes, but her paws do not itch with the need to move away. Scalejaw knows, and hopes Halfsun and Sharpshadow know, that Scalejaw wouldn't repeat it to anyone, not for the world. She was not the gossiping type, after all.

And you?

Scalejaw's head snapped towards Sharpshadow, near drawing to a stop at the question. It had all but thrown her from a plight of thought, and it took her a long moment to think. Who had asked her last if she was okay? Scalejaw didn't know. She is saved from answering the younger warrior as Roaringsun makes his appearance across the Thunderpath. Glowering coals for eyes tore away from Sharpshadow, responding with a voice that is devoid of any watery noises of wobbling phrases- she left that part of her the day they discovered his absence.

"It's fine. Thunderclan?" She keeps it short, sweet. It wasn't fine, but they didn't need to know.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Softsight]

Softsight was quick to join Roaringsun's side as they set out on a routine patrol. She wasn't one to particularly strike up conversation where it wasn't needed, but Roaringsun had always been the more outgoing type - if he was initiating the conversation, then Softsight wasn't going to stop him, even if the ShadowClan patrol looked a bit frayed at the edges. They would never tell one another how bad off their Clans were doing in any case, but pleasantries were exchanged regardless.

"ThunderClan is faring well." Softsight nodded in response to the she-cat's question. They were still recovering from Skyclaw's brutal rule, but overall, it wasn't a lie. For once, it didn't seem like there was danger lurking around every corner, even if it was foolish to think that way. A moment passed, and recognition dawned over Softsight's face. "Oh, you're the one who helped Doepath when she was hit by a monster! I never did get the chance to thank you for your help." She added, offering a shy smile. With everything that had happened that day, thank yous had been the last thing on Softsight's mind.

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, twelve moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[Houndshade]

Houndshades opinion of ShadowClan was non-existent, it's a formidable clan and a pleasant neighbour sure but she didn't really think about it more than she thought about what her next meal should be. Pity would flitter in her mind as an apprentice, pity for their lack of oak trees and having to eat lizards all the time (she's sure they eat other things but she hasn't been there so how is she supposed to know what these other things are?). They always seemed so surly and today was shaping up to be no different, few words are exchanged on their end and she can't help but wonder if there's a reason behind it. Most likely not, though the recent events in ThunderClan have reminded her how close the clans keep secrets to their chests, especially if an outside force is threatening them.

Letting her gaze linger over at their neighbours patrol she couldn't particularly place anything that indicated some kind of third party threat. "Oh! That's the cat?" They tilt their head curiously at Softsight then to Scalejaw, hm she seemed strong enough to be able to help another cat, unfortunately she imagined most of the work would have fallen on the shadowclanner given Doepath's state when she arrived to camp. "Thank you! I'm sure all of ThunderClan really appreciates your help" they make a point to drag out the really, as to emphasise the point. Houndshade carried no authority beyond her newly obtained warrior rank so they can't say for certain but she's sure that it's fine to make this assumption.

"How's your prey fairing?" This may be her chance to hear about something existing other than lizards or frogs, were there frogs? She's pretty sure there's frogs. It may come across as a challenge she didn't really care, with a yawn she flicks her tail and lingers towards the back of the patrol, pretending to be brushing against a tree to mark the scent where she really just wanted to stand and watch for a moment.

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

ShadowClan's scent, dense and dark, penetrates even through the Thunderpath's fumes. At the helm of the patrol is Smogstar's lead warrior, spine-furred Sharpshadow, and two vaguely familiar warriors slip along the mire at her side. Raccoonstripe can see something is amiss, but isn't it always, across the border? The tabby fixes a flat smile to his muzzle and sweeps his tail across the earth. "Sharpshadow." It's the best greeting he can muster. To the she-cats near him, Raccoonstripe only offers a dip of his head.

Roaringsun, Softsight, and Houndshade are all eager enough to be polite to their neighbor on his behalf. He only makes a point to rub his cheek against the foliage, to scrape his pelt across the brush. He has not forgotten the subterfuge ShadowClan had operated with all those moons ago — the way they'd stolen into ThunderClan territory, filled their mouths with ThunderClan prey.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 45 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — His silvery paws bring him forth towards the Thunderpath as he follows along with the rest of his patrol and the very sight of a Shadowclan patrol disinterests the old tom as he searches for any sign of marigold or dandelions knowing that his supply was low after Skyclaw's temporary rule over Thunderclan. Gentlestorm shuffles his large paws about as his whiskers twitch and his ears are attentive to the chatter of his clanmates though his head lifts from the foliage upon hearing Doepath's name slip from the mouth of Softsight. Perhaps he misheard... but Houndshade speaking next only causes his earthy hued gaze to shift in the direction of Scalejaw and he feels as if something got caught in his throat in that moment. He manages to swallow before he approaches trying to ignore the smell of asphalt that wafts from the Thunderpath and it gives him a bitter feeling recalling that he had once said farewell to Magpiepaw after the journey.

He notes the other two Shadowclan warriors but doesn't focus his attention onto them for too long as it turns to Scalejaw once more and he can feel his entire face burning in that moment. He clears his throat only to dip his helm in a respectful manner as he collects his bearings before speaking in a rough voice due to the injury on his throat "T... thank you..." Gentlestorm straightens his posture only to nod in silent agreement to what Houndshade says about appreciating what Scalejaw had done, "If... not... all... of Thunderclan... I... appreciate you for your act... of selflessness... her littermates do as well..." He feels stupid for the words that he utters but he wants her to know that the act would not go unseen but instead of making a fool of himself, the medicine cat dips his head once more in gratitude.

He tries to ignore the way his ears burn noticing that the small group seems troubled but he decides to allow them to speak if there was an issue whatsoever, his attention focused on the group as a whole... despite how tempting it would be to sneak another glance in the direction of the black smoke once again. The presence of Sharpshadow sticks out to him as well recalling how she and Lightstrike had a spat at the beginning of the journey, a small part of him wants to let out a dry chuckle from amusement. It's a shame that the cream tabby would never get to squabble with the Shadowclan lead warrior once more due to the fight that had broke out to reclaim Thunderclan, he wishes Lightstrike is here to make a snide remark of sorts but its only wistful thinking.

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 59 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Scalejaw's reaction is... funny. Did he have any right to think that, though, when Sharpshadow's been walking around as if he'd just taken a dunk in the river for the past few sunrises? The sudden pause makes her frown dip further. She levels her gaze at her fellow warrior for that second, wondering if...

But, oh, both of their attention is quickly snapped up by ThunderClan. Scalejaw drops it quickly, so she guesses she should do the same... A whole swarm of the forest-roaches is on the horizon. She knew ShadowClan would be instantly doomed... and by the worlds most general how's it going? questions of all time, too. What did that say about them, huh? Sharpshadow blinks slowly at the ThunderClanner. Though this may seem like a calculated move to be obtuse, she actually just has no idea how to appropriately reply to this question at this point in time. Obviously, Scalejaw is just as clueless.

And suddenly, some pink-eyed she-cat is saying something about saving someone. Sharpshadow raises a brow. Then two other guys are chirping about it as well. Sharpshadow looks on blankly; nearly missing the utterance of her name. For whatever reason, she's expecting a scolding, and for whatever reason, its weird for cats outside of ShadowClan to know who the hell he is. ...It's weird even for cats within ShadowClan to know who the hell he is, sometimes. Eventually, his mouth catches up to his head. " Raccoonstripe, " and he dips his head. Yeah, dips his head as if he were an apprentice, not a Lead Warrior talking to another Lead Warrior, ughhhh.

She turns to Scalejaw, trying not to dwell on the two-second interaction that, at this moment, felt like the biggest mistake of her life. " ...Didn't realize you were famous, " she mumbles.​