NEVER GONNA DANCE AGAIN &. shadowclan patrol

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

fuckin' idiots, the lot of them. it was of no surprise that chilledgaze didn't like these fuckers. no matter how wrong pitchstar might have been, he did what he thought was right. maybe if their former medicine cat hadn't been a murderer, then it wouldn't have been an issue. but no– that cat was a fool. wherever she was, they were glad she wasn't in their face being a hypocrite. with a grunt, they walked along the border, pausing just short of it before looking back at their patrol.

"alright- keep to yourself. be.... civil."

their teeth gritted at the thought. they hadn't wanted to even think about being nice to these fuckers.

"keep your claws to yourself unless they touch us themselves."

they quickly cleaned their pelt again, shaking it out. unlike their leader, the deputy kept themself clean and looking somewhat put together. how else could lies slip to the other clans slip off their tongue so easy?

// patrol time patrol time patrol time patrol- @FORESTPAW @MINKPAW @ashpaw @Honeysong @Mapleshine
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[ NOBODY ELSE MATTERS, GIRL ]​

 

[ashpaw]

ashpaw followed chilledgaze closely. she had only left camp a handful of times since ending up in shadowclan and she would be lying if she said that the idea didn't terrify her. there was really no telling who, or what, was beyond the camp. the apprentice wasn't sure she wanted to find out either.

"keep your claws to yourself unless they touch us themselves."

this sure caught her attention. were they going to attack? dark eyes flew wide and settled on the other side of the border, watching. any movement would be caught by her gaze. at least if they were to attack, she could see it coming. maybe run for help if she had time. the scarred apprentice kept moving, but with her head down and eyes locked on the border. her steps were small and rigid, tense muscles guiding her.
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[ EVERYTHING IS BROKEN ]​

 

[Flycatcher]

After several confrontations with ShadowClan patrols in the past, Flycatcher had to admit that whenever the marshy scent reached his nose, he inwardly groaned. Not all ShadowClan cats were bad, but most times their meetings usually devolved into petty arguments, or during the last gathering had nearly broken out into a scuffle.

As his patrol passed through, the scent hit him immediately as they approached the border. And given how strong it was, he already knew a patrol had to have passed by recently, or, as it turned out was currently patrolling their own borders. Regardless of his feelings towards the other clan, Flycatcher always tried to manage at least some polite form of greeting. "Hello, ShadowClan," He called out, giving a small nod of acknowledgement before turning back to his own patrol. His eyes found Roepaw among the cats, and gave her a signal to come towards him, before leaning in to speak with. "Roepaw, if you see any of those apprentices who almost fought with you, I ask that you please ignore them today," Flycatcher requested in a quiet voice. "If you must say anything about them save it for when we return to camp, hmm?"

@. Roepaw . ​

 

[Fireflyglow]

WE'VE BEEN DOIN' ALL THIS LATE NIGHT TALKIN' ✧​

obligatory mentor tag! @rowanbelly.

Quickly behind Flycatcher, Fireflypaw makes it his mission to listen in to the tom's words- heeding them patiently. He hadn't been to a Gathering before, so he wasn't sure what the tom meant by behaving. Did Roepaw get into trouble? "Hey, ShadowClan!" The big-pawed apprentice chimed out, eyes shut against the harsh light. He could smell the mud, the swamp on all of them.

He marches close to the border, sniffing the air once more. He liked this, yes. Patrols were his favorite!​

 

[MORNINGPAW ☆]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮​

ShadowClan. Morningpaw has heard stories about the cats who dwell in the marsh, and none of them have been good. She peers at the cats across the Thunderpath from behind @WOLFWIND, her blue eyes glimmering with caution. The cat who leads them is unfamiliar to her, but they carry themselves with poise as they mark their side of the territory.

She gives Fireflypaw a nervous glance; he has no qualms, of course, about yelling out to the strange patrol. There's a she-cat closer to them in age, pelt mottled with smoke-colors. The little tortoiseshell point gives her a friendly, nervous nod, wondering if the other she-cat would return it or ignore her.

- ,,​

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[Mapleshine]

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TMapleshine was trotting near Chilledgaze and Ashpaw during their trek towards the Thunderclan border. She would also rather not fight today, with it being so cold and prey being rare now the last thing they needed was to get injured and be out of commission for a while.

Stepping up to the border and starting to mark it, her nose would twitch as it was flooded with the scent of the oak forest dwellers and she had to fight the want to roll her eyes. Great, of course, they would come at the same time they had to be here. She finished up her side of marking before walking back over to her clanmates and raised a metaphorical eyebrow at the warrior who greeted them.

Oh? Trying to play nice now were they? She held in the snort she wanted to make but her composure would crack just a bit when one of the apprentices' piped up. Kids were innocent after all, they didn't choose the fights or the scuffles the leaders and warriors got them into. Giving Chilledgaze a small look, the chocolate smoke would sigh and then turn to smile charmingly at Fireflypaw, "Hey there kid. Behaving for your clan, are you?"

It was all she could really think of saying that would cause the least amount of trouble. ​

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[FORESTSHADE]

Forestpaw pads along behind her mentor, her face maintaining its usual bored, neutral expression. Her jaw is parted, taking in the various scents and when they reach the border, she draws in the biggest breath. Yep, that's ThunderClan alright. The scent of leaf-litter and mildew that the oak forest holds is unmistakable. It's not bad....but it's identifiable, and she much prefers the cool, damp smell of the marsh that she's grown so accustomed to.

An ear flicks idly at Chilledgaze's warning. She waves her fluffy tail after emerging from the shadows to reveal herself to their neighbors; it's the only greeting she's able to muster. Who cares about a boring hello? The sooner they can mark this side of the thunderpath, the sooner they can go home. And the acrid smell of the tar is not something she wants to be around for long.​