border man of my word ;; loner at the border.

[VERMILIONSUN]

❝ we're children playing at a game, screaming that the rules aren't fair. ❞

It had been many moons since he had heard from his children. He felt horrible for not coming to the border to meet with them in secret like they used to, but with this illness that ruined his body.. He might as well have stayed away from the Clans to protect his children. Right about now, they must be of warrior age- he'd must have missed their ceremonies. Guilt wracked his body as he shakily takes steps towards the border near twolegplace, his joints shaking with every step he made. His illness had settled down, and the other cats of the sewer had all left due to their leader being too weak to protect them. He wasn't the strong, capable tom they looked up to anymore. He couldn't hunt for himself, and his vision had decayed so much over time that he had a hard time really telling who was whom.

"Who are you? What are you doing by our border, loner?" A deep voice calls out to him, and Vermilion tenses at the sound of it. Moons ago, Blazestar had led a kidnapping on him and had him attacked for a crime he didn't commit. So one could understand that Vermilion wasn't quick to trust cats he thought he once knew.

"My name is Vermilionsun. I'm here to talk to Blazestar." ​

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[falcongaze]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- He wasn't the one who called out to Vermillionsun- no, he was staggered by the appearance of his father, painted still in flame but so much... smaller. Guilt swelled in his throat as Falcongaze stared out from the pines towards the frail figure, head drooped and legs shaking from the effort of walking here from the sewers. He doesn't even stagger at the sound of Blazestar's name- after all, things were more important right now. "Dad-"

The cry was out of his lips as he rushed past the border, flank finding his father's. When did he get just as tall, if not taller, then him? When did his shoulders becoming broader and stronger? Issues of clan drama faded away as he leaned into him, breathing rushed and hollow. Searching blue eyes shifted back towards the rest of the patrol- it wasn't often that Falcongaze plead for something, but today was that day. "Please- please. Get Orangestar." He asked.

It was only by chance that Falcongaze was on this patrol, and it was a chance he saw from Starclan. Falcongaze shifted his vision back towards his father. "Blazestar is.... he was murdered. Orangestar is our leader now." Falcongaze murmured to his father, ears lowering. "Are you okay? What happened?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ILL SEE YOU WHEN ⋅❁⋅ THE WRATH COMES AROUND ──┐‎

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• FALCONPAW 🌧 he/him, apprentice of skyclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate lynx point with deep blue eyes, and a long scar on his left cheek down under his jawline. pushes his 'hair' back. very long legged, half oriental moggie.
  ⭃ mentored by greeneyes / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after lupinepaw / / brother to spottedpaw and sagepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FIGFEATHER]

It felt like several life times ago since SkyClan had imprisoned Vermillionsun. Figfeather had been in the medicine cats den for a majority of his captivity, freshly injured from that fateful run-in with a monster. Still, even from her sickbed she had very well heard and seen glimpses of him. By the time he had brought Falcongaze, Mothpaw and Zappaw to the border she was out walking around again.

Honestly, she hadn’t recognized the Tom-cat on the border. He was sickly and weak, nothing like the tall and healthy feline she had known him as. It takes Falcongaze’s recognition for her to let off a blink of surprise.

She is not the one to go fetch Orangestar. She might be surprisingly fast for a cat on three-legs, but she had to work and use double the energy a complete able-bodied cat would have to use to get back to camp. Standing at the newly named warrior’s flank she gives a distrusting look at Vermillionsun. He had proven to be innocent before and in this state she finds it difficult to believe he was capable of any harm… still, he’s not been spotted for moons. Why did he return now?

”And why are you here? Why did you need Blazestar?” Figfeather meows, her voice lacks malice yet still carries little warmth.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[VERMILIONSUN]

❝ we're children playing at a game, screaming that the rules aren't fair. ❞

"Blazestar.. Murdered?" Vermilionsun croaked softly, grief ebbing in his bones for a moment as he processes the news. Blazestar and himself had worked alongside each other in the Pine group, and while they had their differences, it was still a loss Ver felt deeply. He dips his head for a moment, wheezing a short breath before he presses his nose into his son's neck to comfort him. "Yes, I need to speak to Orangestar." He speaks calmly, eyes like a calming storm as more cats arrive to see him. This one he recognized, though the last time he had saw her she had been in the medicine den. He hadn't talked to her, but the mistrusting distance she showed was enough to know he wasn't as welcome as one might think- he was fine with that.

"As much as I'd like to tell you, it's for Orangestar to know herself. I would like to speak with her, please." He repeats his request curtly, yet theres a gentleness in his request- he would turn and leave if ordered to by someone who was in charge, but he needed to talk to the highest one in charge. It was important. He couldn't bare to be away from his children for much longer, not when he was unsure if he'd live much longer anyways. This illness could always come back tenfold and ruin him once more, so he kept to himself and stayed close to his son.

"You've grown so much, Falcon.. I'm so proud of the warrior you've become. You've earned your warrior name by now, right? What is it?"​

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[CHRYSALISWING]

Mismatched eyes narrowed as Chrysaliswing glared askance at Vermilionsun, rogue-scent ribboning upon a keen nose like it fulminated from his side in rolling waves. Long whiskers twitched in a trained disgust, as though it sat happily upon his snout and his tongue, a familiar poison to tether himself to. The chimaera couldn't help but feel sorry for the haggard tom, though, as cataracts bled through once-bright gaze and age hewed a whitish pelt. Though, the outsider's voice lilted as he learned of Blazestar's passing, and his son greeted him with lovelorn estrangement that fluttered from his mouth, so the Skyclan warrior only allowed a driveling scowl to paint his black-and-orange visage. He would voice his complaints later, perhaps when they had gotten back to the safety of the warm camp, but for now his maw did not open with obsecenity. Instead, he simply turned away. "I'll get Orangestar. Don't move while I'm gone." Chrysaliswing muttered as he dashed into the pooling shadows once more, aiming to call for Orangestar and to bring her back to the borders. This better be worth it.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 23 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[FIGFEATHER]

When Vermillionsun refuses to tell them why he’s here she narrows her eyes. What business does a loner who hasn’t been spotted in moons have with their leader? She can’t help but be disgruntled by this, she hopes the loner knows this request was far above his station. Orangestar was a busy she-cat who was needed in every order of SkyClan, if Vermillionsun doesn’t have a good reason for this it reflects badly on the warriors of this patrol for fetching her. It makes them look incompetent, incapable of managing a loner at their border.

The only reason she doesn’t push is because of Vermillionsun’s history with SkyClan. Any other loner and she’d continue to try and wrangle the information out from them. ”I hope it’s important then.” She resigns before sitting down to await Chrysaliswing’s return and Orangestar’s arrival.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Orangestar]

"Vermillionsun."

It has been many, many moons since she'd seen the rogue. She remembers him, vaguely, from her youth; a toothy smile, a Colony cat around the same age as her parents. She remembers him, more firmly, as a prisoner. The last time had been his imprisonment, his ousting. And, truthfully ... he looks terrible. It's reminiscent of Blazestar on his final life, Orangestar notes, the weakness in skinny legs and clouded eyes obvious at a glance. Is he ill? Dying? Or just starving, in the way a weakened rogue does? Orangestar gestures for Chrysaliswing to depart her side, but Springpaw remains close. Before Vermillionsun can speak, Orangestar motions for quiet and says her piece first:

"... We learned of who killed Centipedepaw. It was a rogue named ... I believe it was Kuiper, or something like that." Her limited memory of the rogue is mostly of his confession, of Thistleback leaping at the blurry figure with claws outstretched. She blinks to clear it, sharp gaze settling back atop the weary tomcat. "As leader of SkyClan, I formally absolve you of any connection to Centipedepaw's murder. But why are you here?"​

 

[SLATE]

It had been the hulking Maine Coon who had grunted out the question, irises slit as he regarded the strange cat with caution. Unbeknownst to Slate, this loner had a bit of history with SkyClan. Despite that, the lead warrior had never come face to face with him. He had no idea who he was.

Falconpa—No, Falcongaze rushes forth to greet the red-splashed male, and quickly it's apparent to Slate what is going on here. After all of this time, one of his real parents had shown up at the border to claim him. The loner knows who Blazestar is, at least, and has a clan-style name. Had he been a former member of SkyClan? Was he... an exile?

Nevertheless, whether this stranger was Falcongaze's kin or not, Slate still had no reason to trust him ( especially around Ora ). Even the most sickly, feeble-looking cats on the street could still be capable of killing; plenty of those types dwelled on the streets and had been some of the dirtiest fighters he had ever come across. Slate notes the nasty scar across the tom's left eye warily; he had seen some violence in his day.

The hairs along the nape of his neck bristled when this "Vermillionsun" was insistent on speaking to Orangestar alone. Blazestar's final life had been taken by a bloodthirsty rogue. He would have squeaked by with his life had Bobbie not been there to end it. "Let me stand guard at your den." Slate insists discreetly to his leader after she formally addresses the loner, narrowing his eyes, hoping she would understand what he is getting at. In her position, she could never be too careful, even if this former suspect of sorts had been cleared of any suspicions. All leaders had a target upon their backs and she was no different. This haggardly male wouldn't have a chance to lay so much as a hair on Orangestar as long as Slate could help it.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐞

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  — he/him; lead warrior of skyclan
  — a hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[DROWSYNOSE]

STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME​

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his father was here. falcongaze's father was here, formerly of skyclan? exiled for the murder of one centipedepaw, but the truth came out as it always did, and thus there was no reason to keep him as an exile. he couldn't be one if he's done nothing wrong. but still, the sheep slow and their gazes fall up falcongaze. i wonder how he feels right now. he doesn't know what to do or say right now but he's sure that he can't really help him other than just being there. he knows nothing of falcon's relationship with his father but... he seems worried and not out right disgusted that he's here.

"must be important."

he tells himself, and opts to just stand off to the side. he will know if he's needed and right now, he's certainly not.
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[VERMILIONSUN]

❝ we're children playing at a game, screaming that the rules aren't fair. ❞

"I assure you it's of importance. I wouldn't come this way if I didn't have a choice." Vermilionsun croaks once more in response to Figfeather's statement, cloudy hues hardening in the wake of her suspicion. It wasn't until the telltale sign of orange fur and a head held high appears that Vermilion lifts his head from the low hang it was at originally. "Orangestar. It's a pleasure to officially meet you. Thank you for absolving me of those crimes, I'm sincerely sorry for your loss. It is.. Painful when a clanmate, let alone a young one, dies so soon." He dips his head in respect to the femme, Slate's voice ringing out in warning. Vermilion shakes his head.

"I do not wish to enter your camp." Vermilion states firmly, raising his head to look towards the group of cats before his head swivels back to Orangestar. "As my son knows, I used to lead a colony of cats in the sewers underneath twolegplace. No longer. They have gone their own ways, and as I've been informed.. Some of them have been wreaking havoc in twolegplace recently due to the lack of food. I want to warn you, Orangestar, that these cats have been formally trained in combat by myself- it was a safety measure, to keep bad out of the sewers and to protect the innocents inside. But it seems it's fallen back on me now." He looks guilty for a moment, claws slipping out and raking the ground beneath his paws. Aggravated at himself for trusting the cats he had practically nurtured back to health himself. "If you are to face these cats, you must know they were trained to fight for their lives. They won't go down without a fight. If I wasn't.." Vermilion takes a breath, momentarily glancing over to Falcongaze hesitantly before he continues. "If I wasn't dying from whatever this.. this thing is, I would have taken care of it myself. But I can't, and I apologize if this becomes an issue for your Clan in the near future."

He hesitates again, before his paws begin to tremble. He takes a shaky, wheezing breath. "As well.. Orangestar, I wasn't the most honorable cat to leave SkyClan behind all those moons ago when Blazestar was leader. Most of you were too young or not around when I left, but my brother needed my help and I chose my family in those moments. I left behind my Clan when they needed me most, and I apologize for that. But I have come to redeem myself to you, Orangestar. I don't have much longer to live, but I wish to live the rest of my life near my children, defending the very Clan- the very group I was born in, until my very last breath. If you will allow me, Orangestar, please, allow me to rejoin SkyClan's ranks. I will work as hard as I can with the little bit of strength I have left. This illness.. It isn't contagious, but it eats at my very body by the day and I don't wish to die alone in the Sewers. Please, Orangestar."​

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[Orangestar]

Orangestar's tail flicks across Slate's flank absently as he offers his guard and is promptly dismissed, Vermillionsun seeking an audience right here and now rather than in the relative privacy of her den. Is it a time sensitive concern, then? How interesting. Orangestar remains quiet as the red-pointed rogue begins to explain himself. His former colony of rogues, disbanded and wreaking havoc? Surprise, surprise. She wonders if some of the rogues SkyClan had chased from their borders had once been aligned with Vermillionsun. She has no interest in facing them head-on in conflict, but shares a glance with Slate: a silent request to remind her to tell her Clan that more rogues may bother them in the near future.

"Your memory wavers. I was a Pine Colony cat, once. Before SkyClan, and ever since." Orangestar corrects the rogue flatly, scarred face creasing in its trademark frown. Her ears twitch back. "I remember when you abandoned us."

I am more loyal than you will ever be, Vermillionsun. She has little sympathy for the traitor before her. However, the young warrior at his trembling side has earned significantly more of her trust. Poor Falcongaze. Be glad that your son has not inherited that from you.

"... I will accept you back into SkyClan, But," she continues, quick and pointed so that Vermillionsun would not speak over her, "you will not be allowed to leave camp without an escort. You will be treated as an elder, retaught SkyClan's ways and the Code which has become central to our life since you last left. And if a single cat shows the same signs of illness that you do, you will be removed from the Clan camp and escorted back to this border. Do I make myself clear?"

ooc ✧ 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦

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  ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | nine lives
  " a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  
  — single ; mentoring springpaw
  — speech is in #E3B2A9
  — tags | art by pin
  

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[FIGFEATHER]

They were going to allow him to join? Figfeather has to hold back a look of shock- though she supposed… her clan had never been known to turn cats away. Still, this risk seemed unnecessary to the red tabby. Not only was he sick, but he had been apart of SkyClan before and left it.

Eyes cannot help but pivot to Slate, curious to see if the dark-furred lead warrior would have a growl to rumble in response to the leader’s decision. Perhaps in a different environment Figfeather would bring up her fears, but she’d not question Orangestar in front of Vermillionsun.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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