I Am the Beast I Worship (Open, curious loner)

[Snakebite]

Wind blew gently through the tunnel of trees flanking the river, leaving willow boughs swaying in its path. The sun shimmered through as it passed, leaving warm dapples on the bank to glitter off a flash of tan. For most residents of the forest, it was a beautifully warm newleaf day. Not for the stranger, however - he was still unaccustomed to the cool breeze, and as the mild breeze brushed along his short fur he shivered. The stranger was just that - strange. He had thin tan fur spotted with scars, a tail long since cut in half, vibrantly green eyes and a strange cocksure smile - and he was thin. Not the unhealthy thinness of a malnourished rogue, this was the wiry, muscular figure of one accustomed to a life of hardship and travel. Little fat was evident under his rippling fur as he stepped confidently along the upper shore of the river, one eye constantly towards it.
Regardless of his looks, it was clear this stranger had walked clear past the border. In fact, he seemd to pay no mind to the fact that he was in anothers territory at all. There was no studious watching of the forest, no scenting the air - the stranger only seemed to watch the river with any semblance of caution. Through his foreign scent there was a faint whiff of the moors to him - he had not come from Twolegplace, certainly.​

 

[Petalnose]

The scent of a loner would still not be excused. Rouges had rampaged them twice, tore and took from them in multitudes. The scent of no clan would make the fur on hackles raise in the majority of the clans now. They took Cicadastar. They took most of the clan's camps. Scarred her face in her attempts to fight for their home they lost more than once. Petalnose wouldn't let them cross if she could, she would make sure of that. Riverclan deserved peace after their countless wars from even the beginning. This scent was taken seriously for her, especially now that it had ventured over their border.

A frail body was seen in the distance, scarred of half a tail, body shown of battle and lack of food. It was likely the stranger was looking to cool off or fish, less looking for battle. Alone, by far from what she could scent.

Although, that didn't make any difference..

Petalnose purposefully rustled underneath the patch of reeds, a warning to get a head start to flee from their territory. That was before she jumped out and aimed to slash her claws into the Tom's back legs. "Our border was a clear warning! I'll tear you to shreds as long as your paws are settled over it!" The lead warrior yowled, a chase was of more likeliness in her eyes. A frail bodied feline couldn't have a battle thirsty reasoning behind their trespassing actions. Either given she wouldn't mind. Petalnose was always eager to win a skirmish.

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[Snakebite]

The loner was blissfully unaware of the warriors approach as they padded along, their thoughts focused on hearth and home rather than their surroundings. It wasn't until Petalnose's deliberate rustling that the stranger began to turn, a mild look of surprised greeting on their face that was quickly replaced by shock as the warrior lunged at him. He yowled as he twisted away - the loner was fast, but with so little warning Petalnoses claws found their mark. The wiry tom hissed as those claws dragged thin red lines along his leg - a light wound, but burn him it stung.
The loner grimaced as he stood back up straight and glanced between his fresh scratch and the warrior, looking... confused more than anything. FInally, he spoke. "Blood and ashes that canes." he swore in a thick, foreign drawl. "Where do y'get off jumpin' random folk like that? Burn me, if y'wanted to spar you can jus' ask mate." he grumbled, leaning down to lick at the wound. He was certainly very blasé about it all, there was no hint of anger to his emerald eyes or eagerness to fight in his posture. Oh, he was definitely prepared now. His ears were swiveled to alertness and his muscles tensed and ready, but he clearly wasn't interested in getting his paws bloody.​

 

[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail isn't known for being the best fighter in RiverClan. He doesn't have a taste for blood, nor does he get excited for a heated battle at the border. Sometimes he wonders if this is due to the cat who mentored him— a senior warrior named Ashpelt. Ashpelt was nothing but cruel; he seemed to have very little patience for an apprentice that was Foxtail— skittish, timid, and nervous. He pushed Foxtail hard in training, especially when it came to battling. He remembers how Ashpelt trained with his claws out, and he wasn't afraid to draw a little blood. Foxtail turned into a nervous fighter early on, to say the least.

Foxtail's nose twitches as an unfamiliar scent reaches his nostrils, and he comes to a stop to analyze the scent. ...This doesn't smell like any clan cat he knows of— in matter of fact, it smells like a loner! And by how strong the scent is, Foxtail's fur bristles at the thought of a loner lurking in their territory. Loners can be peaceful cats. But he can't tell if this is a hostile loner— a rogue— or not just by the scent. It can't be good though, considering the scent reached him in the middle of territory. "F-follow that scent!" He nervously hisses to his apprentice, leaping forward; leading the way.

He races after the scent, and he tastes the air. He can smell Petalnose nearby, and his ears prick up at her loud yowl— a clear warning for the trespasser to leave before things get ugly. Petalnose can be quite intense at times, and the young warrior feels grateful for her in this instance. She defends her clan bravely, there is no doubt in that. Foxtail races into the scene as the trespasser leaps back and hisses in pain from Petalnose's claws. "Where do y'get off jumpin' random folk like that? Burn me, if y'wanted to spar you can jus' ask mate." Foxtail's ears twitch at the trespasser's grumbling— did he somehow miss the scent line?

With a gulp, Foxtail races to Petalnose's aid, and attempts to lash his claws into Stormwind's left shoulder. Whether or not he makes his mark, his fur stands on their ends. He tries to make himself appear larger than he is— his tail lashing behind him. "Y-you're trespassing in RiverClan territory!" He stammers out with flattened ears, his legs trembling. "She w-warned you... Don't make us chase y-you out!" They might just have to do that, won't they?
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𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to kabliahk via insta for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  19 moons
  

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[Snakebite]

The loner was on edge now despite his feigned disinterest and his keen ears picked up Foxtails charge. Deftly the lithe cat weaved out of the path of the attack, though it was a close thing - he probably shouldn't have stopped to lick his wounds. Once again the wiry tom gave ground and stood back, and once again he didn't take any hostile posture. Though now he was definitely annoyed. "Burn me!" he spat. "Are you lot sunaddled? Snakebit? I ain't in ya rotten territory, I've jus' been lookin' for a place t'drink along the river!" the stranger hissed, half-tail lashing. He knew for a fact he hadn't stepped beyond the shore, he knew cats were living there - he wasn't that dumb. But the foreigner clearly had no idea that the river, too, counted as the territory.​

 

[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- "I think this one's got bees where it's brain should be." The young warrior snarled as his tail whipped wildly behind him. Sleek fur raised into spines down his back while Petalnose and Foxtail swiped and demanded the loner to leave. Either this cat was horribly stricken with a case of lacking intelligence, or was purposefully testing the patience of a Clan cat.

"You should thank whatever you believe in you're not dead yet. This river is RiverClan's. Unless you really want to choke on your own blood, I suggest you leave." Otterbite did not jump to attack though he continued to approach at a slow pace, claws sinking firmly into the sand with each step. Challenging Stormwind to make the wrong decision once again.

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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