private INJUSTICE + COWARDICE // silly squabble

[skyclaw]

Skyclaw nudges his apprentice forward, watching the leggy she-cat with a sweeping gaze. It's one of their first times out to the RiverClan border, after all, and though he does not anticipate Fadingpaw to be all-knowing, he wants to evaluate how well she will cling to the border. Or, even, if she would prefer to give it a wide berth. The tom glances over the river, its sounds something less than soothing, and he spies a particularly large patrol across the way. None of them are Dipperfrost, so he cannot particularly give a rat's behind, but he also can't help but wonder why the waterlogged cats travel in such large bunches.

"What do you think of them, Fadingpaw?" he asks his apprentice, tail twitching as he looks down at the flame point. They carry on shortly, to where three corners meet. A bridge is still far in the distance, marking a place between WindClan and RiverClan. He'd laugh if he happened to see another patrol pour over from the moorland crest... The wind, however, suggests that he may chuckle soon enough. A pungent odor of wildflower and soot begin drifting over them. Great StarClan - he supposes everyone has a sunhigh patrol, but it isn't often where three Clans find one another at the same junction, isn't it?

He hardly says much more, simply watching the RiverClanners through slitted amber eyes.

[ THUNDERCLAN PATROL: @BIGFANG ( @Sproutpaw ) @FOXFANG. @Yewflame! @Fadingpaw
RIVERCLAN PATROL: @otterbite @claythorn @Gladefrost @BEEFANG @HOUNDSTRIDE.
WINDCLAN PATROL: @FOXGLARE @rivewhisper @downyfur @hollyhockpurr
GENERAL REMINDER!! this is just a silly slapfight thread that is not aimed to have major consequence! additionally wind is just here to watch and be passive. the silly guys :) ]​

 

[BIGFANG]

Bigfang huffs in reaction to meeting not one, but two of the other clans at the border. What were the odds that they all strolled up at the exact time? He hopes this doesn’t turn out to be bad luck… but so long as everyone kept their muzzles shut, they should be able to get in and out.

He does not instruct Sproutpaw, his apprentice knows what to do and what was expected to him on a border patrol by now. He brushes up against an oak right at the border’s line, shedding some of his orange fur in the process.

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[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Troubled waters bring warning of Otterbite's sour mood today. There isn't a method or pattern to pin down the toms ranging attitude of slightly tolerable to unbearable, though he would simply say today his nest was not as comfortable as he had wished. Or perhaps the birdsong roused him far earlier than he wished. Or Claythorn had leaned against his forelimb and sent it numb the entire night.

Still, far too many trivial possibilities to even be bothered to ask.

"Your tails dragging." He snapped to his apprentice, the scent of ThunderClan's arrival making his pelt itch. A tabby-patched tom spoke on the other side, a question prompted that sent Otterbite's teeth chattering away from his own retort.

"Never met a ThunderClanner that could think before." His gaze snapped onto Skyclaw, tail-tip twitching rapidly in his agitation.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  @Jaggedpaw
  

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, fifteen 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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[FOXFANG.]

Behind Skyclaw, Foxfang makes a strange picture. Lanky and long-limbed, though ducked low as if he could hide himself behind the other tom. Not for any fear of RiverClan, though — at least nothing evident as he glares at Otterbite with something searing and sharp. Pathetic warrior, needlessly spurring violence. While some of his other clanmates might have advocated for soothing peace, he's not going to be one of them. "Funny. I didn't think RiverClanners put any importance on intelligence. Does it take more than a beating heart and half a tongue to become a warrior in your clan?" Mean-spirited innocence tinges his voice as he tilts his head. Amber eyes flutter from Otterbite to Skyclaw, clearly seeking approval from the latter as if he was no better than Fadingpaw. "I would think that disqualifies half your leader's council– at least you would make fine kittypets," he spits.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄  ╱ 𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ﹠𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 ⌞6.20⌝ 𓃥

• OOC. —
• 𝐅𝐎𝐗𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆. HE - HIM - HIS. YOUNG WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN. —————— the child of marsh colony cats, foxfang has grown into a fine young warrior. . . by some standards. he is bold and brave and very opposed to kittypets within the forest. both impressionable and easily impressed, he seeks closeness with those who seem important and is easily molded to their perspective.  ╱  PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a long-limbed black tabby and chocolate chimera with large swathes of white. his fur is overall short, aside from a thicker "mane" around his throat and an odd tuft on his nose. his eyes are an intense amber-orange.

• "speech"

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[FOXGLARE]

⁀➷ "Look alive, border's crowded today..." Foxglare mutters to his patrol, scenting the Thunderclan and Riverclan cats that have already arrived before he sees them. There's long grass growing here by the bridge, he remembers the unburnt path the clan took to escape being eaten by flame, and he shoulders through the undergrowth to re-up the scent-markers and faces their neighbors. The lingering pause he takes to decide on a—likely unpreventably awkward—greeting leaves him enough room to notice the tension in the air.

He halted, twitching a tail in silent warning to proceed with caution to the rest of Windclan's patrol. Unfamiliar cats crow and hiss at each other, all the tell-tale signs of the beginnings of a spat stacking upon each other. A glance to his clanmates behind him said silently, "We're not getting in the middle of this shit." He trusted these clanmates to not jump at the chance to spit out burrs at random cats, so he hoped whatever argument they were having ended soon. They.. technically still had a border to mark.

WE CAME FROM DIRT ⁀➷☾⁺₊ WE HAVE TO SWALLOW IT.

• OOC: apprentive tag @Frightpaw
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  — meztli . sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
  — he/him. 19mo moor-runner of windclan. Mentored by shalestripe. currently mentoring frightpaw. formerly mentored sunlitpaw.
  — a scarred, hulking white and golden tabby tom with gray eyes
  — taciturn, vigilant, reserved, self-righteous, restrained, independent, humanitarian, unyielding
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by eezy

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