LIKE A HORSE ON A CAROUSEL &. shadowclan patrol

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​

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//retro to pitchstar's death ! feel free to post before shadowclanners!!

@smogmaw @MINKPAW @SHARPPAW. @FORESTSHADE @Rainecho @betonyfrost @DOGFUR

they did not want to be here longer than they had to. border patrols were such a damn drag. they were almost useless but... they absolutely were necessary. luckily, they needed only to mark the borders and then they could leave. they didn't need to socialize if they didn't deem it necessary and more times than not, they really didn't.

"alright, you know the drill. mark the borders and don't make a big fuss. they are still our allies."
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[SCORCHSTAR]

Scorchstreak has never met the ShadowClan deputy before, but she would recognize them anywhere. Chilledgaze, with their striking appearance and icy eyes, stands out amongst the other ShadowClan cats. Blazing eyes stutter across the other clan’s patrol, focus hopping from face to face—none of them familiar. Unlike most of the clan cats, the calico did not come from either of the two original colonies of the land. She came into WindClan an outsider, and is all too aware of how some other cats still think that of her. "ShadowClan," she says, voice flat, carefully devoid of emotion.

A pleasure to see you all, she thinks of saying—something deep in her gut churns. To offer such a greeting would be to lie. Scorchstreak may not actively despise the swap-dwelling clan, but she does not trust them. "I hope you are all doing well."
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[Firefang]

Firefang too hadn't personally met the deputy of Shadowclan but had been to enough gatherings to recognize them; no other cat had a band of white slashed across their face like Chilledgaze. They held a certain aura to them; something she was beginning to think all leaders and deputies somehow obtained - with the exception of Badgermoon somehow that oaf oaf seemed to be the exception but that was likely due to the sheer fact that she couldn't find the deputy intimidating at all. Though naively she wants to claim in a fight she could totally beat any skinny-muckdweller from the marshes including Chilledgaze themselves it's not something that'd happen with any due haste. Shadowclan were their allies right now after all and she had to behave her self, there was a 'dont start shit' rule with them and all that yadda yadda! She still doesn't care to hide the fact she gives most members of the patrol a quick look down before she even cares to say anything.

Scorchstreak handles the initial greeting and soon her voice would follow. ❝Hey❞ she starts simply ❝Hope the huntin' has been good for yall❞ she wonders if there ever was a time the hunting was fair on their side of the border. She heard they primarily ate frogs and all that, she couldn't envy them one bit! She's more then happy to stick to the moors and enjoy the taste of a fresh caught hare free of the taste of mud and filth.
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[SUNNVAR]

It would seem that once again Sunstride would meet starving shadows. Though they could not repair all that had happened through leafbare, with this meeting comes a shred of hope. Perhaps he will see them again, with fuller bellies and broader chests. Perhaps their heads would not be so low. Even separated by this grand swath of rumbling black, he can already see that there has not been so miraculous a recovery. Those that he knew were familiar. A little less hungry? He cannot say. It is better not to concern himself with them so much. His eyes stray across each face peeking from behind the trees, but he is quick to return to the moorside patrol.

The others are not so friendly, neutral or wary at first, so Sunstride takes it upon himself to further break this ice. "Chilledgaze," he calls in warm greeting, "I have not seen you since the Gathering. I should hope the excitement of it did not follow you to camp." So much for avoiding socialization– unless they choose to ignore him, there is no mistaking the carrying power of the lead warrior's voice.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[Rainecho]

Things had been going downhill for a long time for her clan. They were all hungry, they were all cold. Rainecho was in a particularly foul mood today for no other reason than the fact that her stomach was aching and still she had to haul herself all the way to WindClan’s border and for what? She knows how these things go. She would have to suffer small talk, even though she desperately doesn’t want to. She can only hope something interesting happens that makes the trek worth her time.

If nothing else she is glad she at least got to spend time with Chilledgaze and Dogfur. Their deputy was an enigma to her, a cat she wanted to get to know and get to open up but Dogfur was a riot. She’s certain if anyone can spice this patrol up it would be the funky black and orange warrior.

Her mismatched eyes find the WindClanners that come to greet them at the border and her pelt twitches in annoyance at the small talk, their questions about how their prey was running. "It hasn’t" she says shortly, eyes narrowing before finding Sunstride, a voice of authority here and she resists the urge to roll her eyes. At least it was a more in depth conversation but it was not directed at her. She would not answer for the deputy. They were a big cat, they could speak for themselves.
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[betonyfrost]

Chilledgaze's words aren't directed at Betonyfrost alone. She straightens herself anyway, reminds herself to play nice regardless of her personal feelings about WindClan. It isn't long before WindClan is here — yammering out questions. Does it need to be a social event every time someone sneezes too close to the border?

Rainecho answers Firefang before Betonyfrost has the chance to lie; and Betonyfrost isn't certain if this is a blessing or not.

"What about WindClan?" Betonyfrost cuts in. She doesn't want to linger on her own clan's troubles, allies or not, "Hunting's been good?" Still eating plenty, or have the rabbits gotten too smart for you?​

shadowclan warrior | blue mackerel tabby | 18 moons | tags​

 

[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 In the event that WindClan may need to call on their ally's aid, Wolfsong wonders what use they could possibly be in such a state. Enemies would surely hear the rattle of their bones long before smelling them. They have struggled for moons to hunt, and perhaps that will change as the leaves return, but is this to be their condition every ending season? Why they do not leave for more fertile ground I do not understand. Sentimentality? An attachment to mud? He had once offered to ask Sootstar's permission to gift them a rabbit, but now he isn't certain it would not be a waste. He pities the kits within their borders, reliant on such warriors.

He watches them in silence, sole eye unblinking. Wolfsong considers telling Sunstride the pleasantries are not worth his breath, but his judgments are, after all, misled by his heart. Let him waste his time if he so pleases.

Without a word, he turns his back on them all, heading back to camp.
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