border lock picking | shadowclan border patrol

[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ Leading. Taking the reigns of a patrol almost unnerved them. They are not used to it but they know that they need to get it done. Windclan has done little to catch their ire anyway and so they don't expect much trouble to happen on this patrol. Especially not along the Thunderpath. Chocolate snow stained fur shifts along the pine trees and they look back at their shoulder toward their companions. "Do you think we will be insulted this time around or have some peace and friendly conversation?" It is always a fifty fifty chance what kind of encounter they will have and their eyes roll as they finally step over the frost laden ground and break from the sparce tree line. The thunderpath is up ahead and they narrow their eyes a bit. It is silent for the most part and they don't hear or feel the rumbling of those monsters. "It...unsettlingly quiet this morning..." They speak aloud their observation before they flick their tail and motion for the others to get started marking.

Turning their gaze then to their apprentice they nod. "Tell me everything you know of Windclan, Leechpaw." They want tl know how extensive their knowledge is on their neighboring clan. What they have been taught previously. Aftrall they are supposed to be a mentor and they allow an easy grin to split their muzzle oddly.

@leechpaw @LIVIDSMOKE @FERNDANCE @NEWTCHASER ​

 

[LIVIDSMOKE]

If not remembering incorrectly, it had been a windclanner who had stolen one of Orchidbloom's eye, and while she might no longer be alive Lividsmoke had not forgot the unjustice that had happened that day, and how they had got away with it. One of this days when being given an opportunity for it, Lividsmoke was gonna avenge Orchidbloom's eye in blood. Windclan had been spared too many times for thier crimes commited against thier clan they had swore loyalty to.

" I highly doubt they even know what peace is. " They stated their logical facts. A clan lead by a rogue and allowing rogues inside thier ranks did not know the existence of peace. It lay in their blood to only know violence and love the taste of it. Lividsmoke frowned slightly at the thought, Savages, that was all that clan ever could be.

" Hmh." It was quiet indeed. Lividsmoke twitched a ear as they left to go thier own way across the border close but not to close to the thunderpath as they went to work, to mark the borderline all while being observant over thier surrendings.




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[PINKSHINE]

ShadowClan's mumbling amongst themselves... That seems to be their thing, really. Sahdy cats that do more mumbling than being friendly... She means shady objectively in this sense. They're literally called ShadowClan! She means nothing in a bad way, honest... And when she also thinks they look kind of grumbly, she means that objectively too! She'd make it her job to put some words between them, though its less enthusiastic than usual... " Hiii, ShadowClan, " she mews. In the early morning, a bit of sleepiness still clings to her... or maybe that's just her being sad. It's been long enough for her to stop feeling that way, hasn't it?

" Is it cold on your side of the border too? Suddenly got super chilly the other day, " she says. Her tail drags, her face is more neutral than it may have ever been before... but she's talking. She's trying to be chatty and stuff... Maybe there would be a brilliant comedian on this ShadowClan patrol...? She could use it right about it now...​

 

[FEATHERSPINE]

He had noticed of course the dampening of Pinkshine's demeanour- though he was not prone to nuzzling affection right in front of wretched old ShadowClan, neither did Featherspine bother to keep much of a distance from her. Their quietness, their muttering- he didn't like it, narrowed his eyes and scrunched up his nose, slitted pupils studying them. In the face of his own crushind sadness, it was all Featherspine could do to steel herself- allow no weakness to strike her, nothing at all to falter. Especially with Pinkshine dampened, too...

She had never been much good at comforting. But she could be strong, at least.

"I imagine it's a little more b-buh... b-biting over this way," Featherspine noted, spiny fur ruffled by the cold breeze she seemed to summon with her description. A reminder lay blanketed in her words. ShadowClan were not at an advantage here, if their low-voiced conversation had anything to do with baring claws. The moors were harsh, and if they crossed the border for any reason, there would be no mercy for them in the unaccustomed winds.​

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[LEECHWHISTLE]

Leechpaw feels its fur prickle with excitement as Thrasherthroat gives it a question it didn't expect––to say what it knows about WindClan. A grin spreads across its face, bright and eager as usual. Finally, a chance to show what it's learned, to really get into all the little details it's collected. It's quick to take up Thrasherthroat's challenge, chest puffing out proudly, despite its hips aching a little from the cold morning. "WindClan! They're the fastest, everyone says. Built for running, really––all those open spaces mean they've gotta move fast to keep up with their prey. We don't really have the same kind of prey, though; they mostly catch hares and rabbits and such. I heard once that hares actually have really soft bones compared to, like, mice. Their legs are super strong for jumping too, which I think is pretty interesting. You'd think those soft bones would make them easy to catch, but they're just so quick!" It chatters on, barely taking a breath, clearly thrilled to talk.

Leechpaw tilts its head, remembering more facts, and tries to think of things Thrasherthroat might not know––which, of course, is challenging since Thrasherthroat is a warrior and knows so much already. Still, Leechpaw dives deeper. "Their dens aren't like ours. They're sort of… holes, really, in the ground sometimes, because they've got hardly any trees around. And some of them used to be rogues, right? Some cats say rogues are different, like, they don't follow the same traditions, but WindClan lets them in. I think they might be tougher because of it––surviving without a clan must teach you all sorts of stuff."

Its thoughts spiral as it considers WindClan's skills and lifestyle, then its mind shifts to the WindClan cats it's seeing across the Thunderpath. Two of them––one looking tired and a bit sad, the other seeming guarded. Leechpaw blinks, watching them closely and trying to pick out any of their movements or expressions. They don't look like they're here for trouble, but Leechpaw doesn't exactly know how WindClan acts when they're raring for a fight. It glances at Thrasherthroat and lowers its voice, just a bit, so as not to interrupt too loudly, "Do you think they're here to just… talk? They look kinda sad. I know some cats say WindClan's rough, but I think they must have some feelings just like us, right?" It waits for Thrasherthroat's response, bouncing a little on its paws with curiosity and energy, only stopping now and then as its hips remind it of the cold.​