border LIFE GOES ON ♡ windclan dawn patrol

[slateheart]

As the sun rested on the horizon and cats began to wake, he gathered the patrol requested by Scorchstreak and moved out. They made it to ShadowClan's border in no time - the sun shone brightly over them, casting an ombre of blue into pink across the morning sky. Beautiful, as always.

Patrols felt easier with each one Slateheart lead - though he was more confident than the first, ShadowClan had a way of making him feel uneasy, and vulnerable. "The fire has not made us weak. If anything, we are stronger. Don't let them assume us vulnerable," Slateheart reminds his group. His patrol consisted of some level-headed cats, and he felt no need to remind them to refrain from starting unnecessary trouble, but that sense of security could not be assumed from ShadowClan's own patrols. ShadowClan: always stuck in the past, seeing the worst in every cat before them, and never shutting up about it. If he had to hear one more "kit-snatcher" from the marsh Clan, StarClan save him..

The Thunderpath is as stenchful as always, if not more with the increase in Twoleg activity that comes with every newleaf. This morning, it is quiet and still without the daunting sounds of monsters. Everything feels normal and natural, if not for the startling amount of chirps and croaks and ribbits faintly reaching over the path from ShadowClan's marsh. If he looks closely, he can see the dull greens and browns of frogs; not at all unusual if it were one or two, but their numbers were.. remarkable. "How strange," Slateheart mumbles to himself, before shaking away the curiosity and turning towards his shadow, Snowglare.

"This is ShadowClan's border, across the Thunderpath like I described. What can you tell me about them, based on the words and stories you may have heard?" Snowglare has been on patrol before, but Slateheart himself has not taken him towards this end of the territory with the fires and his subsequent injuries. To the rest of his patrol, he dutifully dips his head to signal that they may begin marking.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 23 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♡♡ | recovering from burn wounds and suffering frequent breathing issues due to smoke inhalation.
  
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• speech is #bbbb88
  patrol cats - @SNOWGLARE, @Goldenstrike, @sparkspirit, @Quiet paw
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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] The frog population had been high, insanely high. Although in truth it was a wonderful thing to have a situation like this when leaf-bare was hard and they had scarely any prey to show from it. So when Snowpaw had rushed a bit ahead in attempts to chase the frogs across to windclan border, he was quick to snap up one or two in his jaw before pausing to see a Windclan patrol before him. With a pause and a slight drop of the two frogs je caught.

"Figured I be kind and share some of our frogs with you...since I'm sure yours is all burnt" he stated coolly, yellow eyes bored yet the corner of the apprentice's lips twitch in trying to hide his amusement of his slight comment. He saw no reason he couldn't jest with the windclanners since..they changed.. he guess.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 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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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

snowpaw's words make them perk up their ears. their face shows nothing but.... this is a good idea. maybe it would make starclan hate them less for having to kill prey that they just don't have enough bellies to fill. they don't want any of these things to go to waste either. better to kill it and give it away than to kill it and make it crowfood. either way, every frog is thanked for their life. every single one slain by their paws, even if it did cost them. they snap a neck rather quickly, standing up straight with a paw upon their catch before they lower their neck, grabbing the dead little beast in their jaws before setting it down and offering it up.

"eat it. or don't. i don't really care."

it's not kindness that drives them to act this way. they couldn't care less if windclan all went belly up. but they are a leader and caring for clans is part of the description. there are young in widnclan that need to eat and that's enough for them to offer their generosity. it can be taken or left. it would not cause any more hatred than they already had towards the rabbit eaters.

———————---***ALL OF MY FEELINGS ARE GONE***———————---​

I LEFT 'EM ALL ON THE FLOOR✧ MAN WHO'S TO BLAME IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME NO MORE

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 46 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking / looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Quietcrow]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ While he has listened to their noise, not once has a frog ever filled his belly. “How generous of Shadowclan...” Quietpaw hesitantly remarked at the offerings being freely given by the two cats. Cautious blue eyes glanced at Slateheart; he did warn them not to look vulnerable. Stomach rolling at the thought of consuming it, then again, it would be rather rude to turn away prey that would have been eaten. They didn’t need any more ire coming from Starclan right now.

It was a hard decision, but the thunderpath was noiseless, and speed is what they are known for. If it was an opportunity for a trap, he’d rather be caught up in it than anyone else. Quickly, Quietpaw took the frog that was killed by Chilledstar and returned to the safety of his patrol, his heart pounding. The frog felt odd between his teeth, and Quietpaw did his best to keep the grimace off his face. Silently praying that some other cat would eat the frog back in camp so he didn’t feel obligated to.

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  Quietpaw — he/him ･ 8 moons ･ apprentice, Windclan ･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  A timid mostly black tom with white markings on his chest and backTags ​

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[SNOWGLARE]

જ➶ A early patrol. The tom is used to getting up early and finding his path. As normal as this feels the scenery does not given the direction they are headed. Scorchstreak bid them take a look at the border with Shadowclan and as he crosses the path towards it he keeps his ears perked up for any remnants of prey that might emerge on the moors. Time will heal the lands but he hopes that it is quick about it. Windclan needs decent prey before they begin to dwindle come the cold season. A rough sigh leaves him as he keeps pace with everyone only to pause as they hit the border. The thunderpath tastes acrid on his tongue as he breathes it in and he shakes his head slightly. It appears quiet and he steps back lightly to gaze across it. Frogs bounding and some lingering in the nearby ditch.

Slateheart asks him some questions and he is about to speak up before his ears pull forward and there are Shadowclanners coming forth now. For a moment he stares, pink stained eyes narrowed before he looks at Slateheart. "Well, they live in the marshes. They enjoy eating frogs and lizards...sometimes rats. As far as I know they tend to be hostile and unfairly disrespectful even when helped." As he spoke his gaze lands on the Shadowclan apprentice who had spoken first especially given that the fire and their territory is still an open wound. But then someone is offering them more of the frogs and before he can speak Quietpaw is already bounding over to grab them. A frown pulls at his maw then. "You should have waited for Slateheart to say it was okay, Quietpaw."​

 

[FERNDANCE]

An energy filled the feline's steps as she moved closer, as if she had been awake long enough to shake the shackles of sleep from her form. Being on such an early patrol was hardly a problem when she'd assigned herself to a night one too, but being so close to WindClan's borders was another tale entirely. A contemplative expression was held as she watched Snowpaw give a frog to the group, a curious head tilt offered in Chilledstar's direction when they approved of the apprentice's decision. 'I wouldn't feed my enemy...' Code or no code, resentment was a venom that prevented anything nice from being offered to those that had wronged her family. She tried to shake off the nagging, uncomfortable feeling but, upon seeing Quietpaw accept the offer, her whiskers twitched in amusement. "Poison killed that one..." She teased, innocuous smile curling upon her muzzle. The names of most of them were lost to her, despite ShadowClan's lands being ripe with deadly things, her knowledge was centralised more on fauna than flora. She waited before someone cast a glance her way before meowing an, "I'm just kidding," to the apprentice that accepted food from the enemy.

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[lilacfur]

The moorlands had gone up in flames, but it appeared that ShadowClan's rains had spread out to their neighbors and silenced the fires. The peaty lands were no doubt charred and scarce for prey, and Snowpaw's charitableness was kind though unexpected. It was true they were practically drowning in the swarm of frogs, for once ShadowClan was did not feel the gnaw of hunger in hardly-filled bellies. Could this also work to amend what Sunstar sought to fix? A helpful paw to extend, and potentially receive one in turn.

Snowglare criticized Quietpaw for taking their offer without permission, whereas the lead questioned the apprentice taking a bite himself before a kit or queen. She wondered, however briefly, how much of a Clan cat this unfamiliar tom was.

"The forest is incomplete without all five Clans, I hope the prey return for you all soon. " The rosette offered gently before pulling away for both patrols to continue on. ​

[ i need the clouds to cover me ]​

 

[Goldenstrike]

Weakness was a thing of shame, especially for WindClan. Sootstar had ruled her kingdom with such ferocity that it still reverbed through the other clans. They were seen as dangerous and below help, and in some ways Goldenstrike wished that was still true. There was barely a day that went by when he could have sworn he still smelled smoke clinging to his pelt.

It felt even worse to go face to face with a clan they wronged only a few moons ago. A clan filled with hungry eyes and cats that were seemingly ready to risk it all. Today though the cats that met them didn't fit that archetype. No, their stomachs were full and their eyes weren't hungry, if he could see himself there was no doubt he looked more like a ShadowClanner than they did. He didn't like talking to the other clans really so he simply ignored the apprentice's chatter as he marked off their line. Then a dead frog was tossed their way. Goldenstrike's eyes lay on the prey, amber eyes burning for a cause. Since when did cats offer without push?

His glare met Chilledstar, the only cat he could identify by name among their group, Quietpaw broke his questions that swarmed his head as he snatched the prey. Goldenstrike's brow furrows instantly, the apprentices stepped out of line. He wouldn't dare punish the tom, but his mentor better. Another ShadowClanner who thought they were funny makes a comment on it being poisoned, you wouldn't get him to admit it, but for a second he believed it. He wouldn't put it past ShadowClan to try and feed an apprentice poisoned frog, for all he knew every frog in the swamp was poisonous to begin with. Thankfully the cat called her own bluff and Quietpaw's mistake wasn't going to be a lethal one.

"speech"
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[MIRESTAR]

How generous of ShadowClan. Now that's not something they get to hear on a daily basis... maybe once in a blue moon, in someone's fever-wrecked nightmare.

Mirepurr often pities WindClan, though they seldom give voice to that thought. Their own Clanmates would probably scoff at the notion, and the moor-dwellers likely don't want anyone to think so lowly of them. It's a simple matter of fact though: their time has been rather tumultuous. The same could probably be said for any Clan, for they all have their own troubles to deal with, but to have your very own home catch ablaze and then be forced to live in its ashes... terrible.

Snowpaw's offer is a surprising one, but of course, it makes complete sense. It's one way to make up for their over-the-top hunting. They do wonder if the WindClanners would even try to eat it, get past the slimy skin of it to get to the actual good part of meat.

Chilledstar's words are frigid, but not hostile. With Lilacfur offering some comfort, some hope, Mirepurr feels confident enough to join in. "And that you all recover sooner rather than later."
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[slateheart]

Slateheart listens attentively to Snowglare's response, and stifles a chuckle. He's correct about their chose of prey, and additionally not wrong about their mannerisms. He opens his mouth to speak, but before any words come out, someone addresses him across the border.

A young cat, who seems to be an apprentice, drops his frogs and offers them up with a comment he deems to be passive-aggressive. Slateheart's eyes drift to their nearby leader, expecting for the apprentice to be scolded, only for the older feline to drop their catch, as well. The moor warrior's brows furrow. ShadowClan is.. offering them prey? The sounds of chirps and ribbits ring out around the gathering of cats, suddenly becoming much louder. Any Clan being at such a surplus of prey that they would casually offer it without trade to an enemy Clan was.. unimaginable to him, but here they are.

Before he can come to the decision of whether to take the frogs or not, Quietpaw abruptly darts across the Thunderpath, and Slateheart's heart skips a beat. No! he thinks, lurching forward, expecting a monster to bare down upon the apprentice at that moment - but as it has been since they arrived, the path was quiet, and Quietpaw returns unscathed with a frog in their mouth.

He was directly disobeyed - he had requested his patrol to not appear vulnerable, and Quietpaw put themselves at risk for a measly frog. ShadowClan would think them starving after that. There's a strange fury that wells up in Slateheart for a moment, unfamiliar and scary all in one. "Quietpaw," he speaks lowly, staring at the apprentice with a conflicted gaze. Thankfully, Snowglare beat him to it, and he finds himself relieved that he wasn't given the chance to speak the odd anger that welled up in his chest. What is wrong with me?

"Snowglare is right. You need to wait next time." He lowers his voice, acutely aware of ShadowClan listening across the border. "ShadowClan has not been our friends. They could have been luring one of us into an ambush. They could be setting us up for a bargain we do not want." WindClan had not the prey for a trade. Whatever Chilledstar's intentions, Slateheart wasn't sure he could trust it. It was all too strange.

Ferndance's comment, as usual, goes ignored. Slateheart had seen her on many patrols, and came to recognize her words were that of a dry sense of humor. Two of their warriors, contrary to Chilledstar's blunt offer, seem to be offering comfort, only adding to Slateheart's confusion, but he manages to dip his head in reply, as sincerely as he can. "WindClan will survive, but we thank you for your.. concern. Our recovery has been well." His words are meant to reassure himself as much as they are meant to paint a strong picture for ShadowClan. "We will take what you have offered so that they will not go to waste under StarClan's watch. But nothing more." There was no returning the prey that Quietpaw had already grabbed, and he fears that the frogs may rot in the marshes if they do not take them now. He cannot imagine Chilledstar offering prey out of the goodness of ShadowClan's hearts - their paws must have been forced.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 23 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to BEEPAW | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♡ | generally healthy, but experiencing shortness of breath.
  
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• speech is #bbbb88​