border I'LL TAKE A QUIET LIFE — windclan patrol

[SNAKEHISS]

The sleek, dark-pelted deputy slinks toward the border with his group in tow. Snakehiss hasn't said much since they departed from camp; he hasn't spoken much, as a matter of fact, aside from distributing duties and such. His head was whirling from this sudden upheaval, as were a lot of cats', but he was determined to commit to his new job and do it well. Snakehiss would not be a disappointment, not like Sunstride and Badgermoon had been.

With no apprentices to quiz or keep from nosily teetering upon the borderline, the patrol is—in a rare instance—quiet. It should stay that way, too, unless trouble decided to brew. Snakehiss would not be having any unprompted aggression from his warriors today, not while WindClan was still recuperating. Hopefully those cocky ThunderClanners would hold their tongues today and they could all just be on their way. Ever the bully, ever the advocate for an exchange of unpleasantries, today he was not in the mood to start any conflict. The clan had already suffered enough of that.

Only offering a nod toward the other WindClanners, Snakehiss began to brush his muzzle against the nearest rock.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

• @THORNRUNNER @BLUEFROST @NIGHTMAREFACE

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  ✰ SNAKEHISS
  —— he/him; deputy of windclan
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and a notable bite mark on his right foreleg
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[NIGHTMAREFACE]

Border patrol. Nightmareface doesn’t do border patrols. Her days are spent underground, patrolling the tunnels and hunting whatever burrowing prey she finds. But now, standing behind Snakehiss as he rubs his face all over stuff, she feels nervous and apprehensive at this new task, snout wrinkled in a permanent grimace as she plods along behind him. The open moor makes her anxious; after so many moons where she spends day in and day out underground, could one blame her?

The tiny she-cat slinks from rock to gorse patch to tree to another rock, keeping glow to the ground as she seeks any bit of shelter to ground her. Not used to being so close to another clan’s border, she nearly gags at the stench of it, tail lashing with disgust. “I’m so hungry. When can we go back to camp?” The old she-cat finally asks, voice gruff and cranky. And while her complaint is true, that’s not the only reason she wants to go back to camp. She wants her tunnels back!​

 

[FALCONHEART]

Falconheart sighs as he trots along, having wandered a few fox-lengths from the rest of the hunting patrol. Spreading out to cover more ground is a good tactic in this weather; mice and the like have made themselves scarce, and so each ThunderClanner needs to cover more ground in order to find more prey. He’s struck with the thought that this is his first winter as a cat old enough to fend for himself and his clan—he’s a warrior now, and he’s outgrown the preferential treatment of a kit. He’ll be among those who will pass prey to queens and kits while keeping nothing for themselves, and among those who will still be expected to hunt no matter how insistent the hunger is.

This season will be difficult, surely, and it won’t be made any easier by WindClan’s antagonizing ways. He hears the patrol before he sees them, but it doesn’t take long to spot the figures across the border. One of them speaks to the other, but it’s nothing of substance, just a complaint of hunger. He holds his tongue, casting no more than a cautious glance over at the WindClan patrol. He doesn’t trust them. Not with the border, not with their own affairs, and certainly not with his life or his clanmates’. There’s no guarantee that they won’t lunge across the border and attack him right here, is there? He shuffles back a couple steps, blue-green eyes wide as he regards the other patrol.​

[ find me way out there ]​

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[COYOTEBITE]

Quietly, she slips into line beside Falconheart, offering him a nod in acknowledgment before turning her attention to WindClan's warriors across the border. Disapproval shines in her eyes, doing nothing to stop her tail from lashing angrily behind her. Despite the fact that they currently have done nothing wrong (as they have yet to cross the border) she casts them an ugly glance before moving to mark their own borders.

"Keep to your own side of the border. We don't need WindClan stinking up our forest." Coyotebite would keep her tone bitter, yet make no move to show any rudeness or hostility to Snakehiss and his patrol. Whether they interpreted it correctly or not would be up to them.

Hopefully, Falconheart had either moved to join her or returned to camp to seek additional warriors to back them up. While not in a position of power to call the shots herself, she wouldn't stand idly by should the enemy clan make any sudden moves. The last thing she wanted was to provoke a fight today, and knew how quickly WindClan had been jumping to fights as of late. What she was unaware of, was the recent battle WindClan had undergone within their own territory.
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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird trailed along towards the rear of the patrol, taking her time to make sure each frostbitten plant that sat near the border was sufficiently marked. they could take no chances while windclan was on a quest to see just how far they could push their luck.

mostly, the patrol was quiet. falconheart seemed to be anticipating claws from the windclanners, shifting away from the opposing patrol. trepidation on this matter was a ticking bomb, how could they stand strong against them if the mere sight had them cowering. "falconheart, over there." the lead warrior urged him towards a clump of brittle ferns sitting close to the border with a flick of her tail. the hard look in her gaze suggested the young warrior should do so with a little spine.

coyotebite's splintered warning had the molly's ears twitching, she too seemed to be anticipating a fight. nightbird's teeth pressed firmly against each other. unbridled and brittle, she was sure one wrong glance from the windclanners would send coyotebite flying across the border. they could not afford to tempt a clan as temperamental as their moorland neighbors, not now with the added enemy of leafbare. "the weather seems to have us all on edge," the lightness of her tone was intended to pacify, but it came with a certain sharpness as to warn coyotebite from pushing this any further.

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-eight moons.
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to tba
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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The frost was digging into his flanks. It really was, and each time he left the nest in the morning, his body shivered. Moving about, settling into tasks and routine hunting- and now being a father- it was a little overwhelming sometimes, but he was handling it okay! Just wait until he learned he needed to actually lead as a lead warrior. That was another thing coming.

On the patrol, he moved with an idea of where he was going, his flank brushing against the tall spine of a tree as his head turned. Falconheart was staring, and Coyotebite was making it more chilly with her words. A snort left him. Nightbird's scathing vision turned upon each of the younger, and Batwing bit back a laugh, tilting his head towards Nightbird. "Hungry, cold, and wet." He laughed softly, moving to a dead patch of grass. The frost really was getting to it. "I think anyone would be in a bad mood."

Windclan was, for the most part, ignored. He knew they were they, and they knew Thunderclan was here, if for nothing else but Coyotebite's chatter. A grating thing, really, but he ignored it in favor of the patrol they were already on.

"speech"​

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