Meowdy purrdner || Loner at horseplace

[Tickbite]

Tickbite didn't much care for colonies or clans. Even small groups got on his nerves eventually. The small lilac tom was fed up with the kits at the barn, so he came out to lay on the fence separating the pasture from the moors. He kept in mind the scent markers he smelled, made sure he wasn't overstepping.

He was out here for a nice, quiet evening...

The bone he kept between his jaws was becoming brittle, weak from his constant chewing. He had a habit of grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw when irritated, so he started picking bones to chew to relieve the pain that clenching his jaw gave him.

He twirled the bone in his mouth as he observed the moors. Some cats would love to explore it, but he found it was best observed from a good vantage point.

With the warming breeze, he had as good a spot as any.

((Tickbite looks exactly like Yewberry but with a few differences! He's not as covered in scars, he's got yellow eyes, slightly bigger, a white foot and a kink at the tip of his tail! Feel free to mistake him for Yewberry though!))
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[SOOTSTAR]

At the helm of her own patrol their objective was to renew the scent markers along the Horseplace. It always baffles her when she visited how her own mate hailed from this horrid place. She’s grown quite fond of the scent of hay and horses as it was once pungent in his tabby pelt, but the atmosphere of this place… The twolegs who lurked close by, the dirty hooded animals that stunk up a storm, oh it was repulsive!

Of course the other thought that lingered, one she could never forget when she visited, the sound of a twoleg stick banging. The feeling of her lungs deflating as hens squabbled and croaked. It had been the first time she died and the first time she visited with StarClan. Her father has been irate, shamed her for her foolishness. There were little cats in this world who could make Sootstar feel as significant as the whisker of a rat, but her father always had been able to make her feel inferior with ease.

Her pelt twitches in grimace, she shakes the memories from her mind. ”Up ahead, watch for hooves.“ She warns her patrol, recalling the time the horses had escaped from their pasture. Looked like they were all safe and secure behind the twoleg barriers, but Sootstar does not trust their contraptions to not fail.

Up ahead sits a feline as plain as day, some may mistake him for a recent exile but Sootstar does not. The scars, sizing, and white foot make it immediately apparent he is a stranger to her perceptive gaze.

”Sootstar, leader of WindClan. We are here strictly on business and don’t desire to converse.” The politest way a feline like her could say scram or keep a rabbit in it, we don’t have time for any words of insignificance you might have to share.
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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 02/19

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╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 37 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Harrierkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[Firefang]

There was no such thing as a nice quiet evening in the moor; there were many mouths to feed, and the threat of both traitors and rogues alike prowling near the borders was high. She can still feel the blood of Branchfall on her paws can still recall the horrific visage of her twisted eternalized smile, she doesn't know who'd done it rather it be a stranger or one of the dirt-munching foxhearts that'd turned their backs on Windclan returning for revenge. Her claws itch for her own revenge, to make the moors if not safe then free of one single threat if not more. She's a warrior now and it's her responsibility to protect them and to make sure there would be no other cats to dig an early grave for, she cannot be mousehearted there was no room for cowardice in Windclan and Firefang was anything but a coward. She was just caught off guard that was all. She trusted her strength to fend off any lesser cat and for now she'd pay far more attention to every sound of crunching grass then she ever had before.

It's eerily peaceful today, there is only the sounds of the breeze ruffling the grass and the distant sounds from horseplace as they came closer to it. She knows better then to mistake it for true peace however when things could go so wrong so quick, she feels safe shoulder to shoulder with the others in patrol and with Sootstar heading it but she's still wary as they come to the border this had always been her least favorite one to mark but there was some peace to it brought by the fact it was the most unlikely to get ambushed at. Only the most mousebrained of cats would trust to lay in wait in the grass where the crushing weight of horse hooves could easily find you. Whoever had killed Branchfall had to be the stealthy type, and the fences that lined the border gave little in that regard. This lazy barn cat was no threat, especially not to an entire patrol of Windclanners.

Her glare would rest on the familiar visage of a cat who wasn't quite the traitor she would've mistaken him as if she'd been alone and saw him form a distance. She hears Sootstar's words of warning to him but she cannot help but snarl a word beneath her breath loud enough so he could hear if he was listening in ❝Ugly bastard❞ she would continue to fall in step behind her leader.

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[Tickbite]

He gave Sootstar a respectful nod, happy to let her go about her business without issue. There was nothing to gain by being rude, and she was respectful to him, so he would show her the same because truth be told, he didn't want to converse either.

But! Her companion on the other hand.... Had the nerve to call him ugly out of nowhere! His jaws clenched around the frail bone in his mouth as he looked down at Firefang with a tight grin and an irritated glare.

He shook as he held in laughter, and it was clear that's what he was doing because it was written on his face.

Big mouth on this lil lady. If her leader weren't here I'd smack it right off.....

But alas.... He could not. He was doomed to keep his mouth shut out of courtesy.
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