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[PRIVETFROST]

Moonlight tinged the marginalia of the marsh with a bitterness, like the celestials above had only stared downwards in an acrimoniously open-eyed glare, envenoming the murky surroundings with a sort of serpentine shadow. The gloom seemed to move alongside the Duskclan cats, perhaps taunting or tailing them, or watching them with the same crazed eye that a bloodthirsty audience would behold. Either way, Privetfrost made sure that there was no other living creature following them - whether bird or lizard or cat. The wetlands did not creak nor sing for their presence, and even it would turn its attention away from the destitute children of the scrublands. Privetfrost turned his head backwards to address the patrol that trudged after him, faces carved and combed as if with the chiseled hands of asperity, though the young warrior hoped that their hardships would be alleviated by the tantalizing promise of fresh prey. Fatigue had remarked the lot of his clan lately, as the birds started to migrate and the lizards started to burrow away. Their home was a cruel mistress that afforded them little in her direst hours. "Do not wander far and be mindful of Shadowclan's border. After we have caught enough to feed the clan for the coming days, we will depart. Mizzlepaw, stay by me." The orders came harsh and rime-laden from the magpie-colored feline, like the rue he harbored for the clans had coagulated into a leaden mass, festering deep within the beating heart of Duskclan's rising star. Stringy whiskers twitched as keen nose caught upon a few scent trails, of which only exacerbated his stomach's growls and groans. This was far more prey than he usually ever detected, even in the apices of green-leaf at the scrublands. It took everything within him to contain himself, to not allow the most basal of creature comforts to overwhelm him.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ☽ ◯ ☾ ₊ ‧ ⁺ ˖ ⋆ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• No need to wait for @DUSTWHISKER , @Mizzlepaw , @DEACON , or @Possumscratch. ! Although not a PAFP, I'm requesting that this thread not be flooded with Shadowclan characters before Duskclan characters have a chance to post! I also request that there are no physical attacks made just yet - but I am open to plotting how this thread goes. Duskclan is around a fox-length or so from the border.
  
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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 11 MOONS
  —— Warrior of Duskclan / Formerly mentored by Rumblerain
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight. He has fern-green eyes.
  —— Cool, calculating, and much too mature for such a young age. Enamored with the life of a warrior and burdened by the expectations of his people. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[scalejaw]

★ She is a wraith- all that emerges from the dark. The night is moments away from singing with blood, and she almost hungers for it- a release, from that ever-constant stress that had settled on her shoulders following Smogsta- Smogmaw's disappearance. Blood to darken her claws ever-further, teeth to be stained with the life-essence of intruders. If there was one thing the other's clans perceptions were right about, is that Shadowclan was the thing that went bump in the night.

"I think you lot have taken a wrong turn." Scalejaw says, her feathered tail swaying behind her. Laced with the shadows, her figure was imposing, large- orange eyes blinked sharply at those standing a fox-length from their border. "I do have to ask what your intentions are, being so close to our border." Scalejaw says, head jerking to the clear marked line. Stars, ensure a patrol finds my flank. Do not fail me here. She knew she was outnumbered, standing isolated with a lifted jaw.

Scalejaw was, in all honesty, an easy target alone. But knowing Shadowclan, they'd be along soon enough. There was no doubt in her gut to curdle fear into her- she was almost relaxed.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ 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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[Mizzlepaw]

Would it be childish to say that he was once again shocked to see that the horizons of the world expanded beyond his home in twolegplace and now his home in DuskClan? This was an area they had passed in travels originally but he had been sleeping, cradled in the jaws of his pa and none the wiser. ShadowClan may be regarded as unsightly to a clan cat but to Mizzlepaw it was beautiful. The song of the marshland is an alluring one, especially to someone so prone to being whisked away in daydreams. Now this is an adventure, this is what he had expected DuskClan to be! This is something he can report back to Edenberry in excitement! They'd be thrilled to hear about this!

He watches with wide green eyes as lizards scatter at a break neck pace. His pale paws try to reach out to snatch at the reptile but he's far too slow and they're much too quick, he slips on the mud with a soft ooft. Much too unaware of social standing to be embarrassed over this he brushes it off fine, listening to Privetfrost's words as carefully as one can (so not that carefully at all). He calls for him to stay by his side and Mizzlepaw obliges, with a grin he practically clings to his side, brushing his pelt beside a black leg. “Okay!! Can I help?” He wants to make Rumblerain proud, to show his sister that being here actually isn't so bad because they're learning new things.

He wants to fit in, he wants to help make the clan thrive. If he can do that then maybe it will be nicer to visit, they could have more friends and he could show off to his momma. By the time he notices Scalejaw he's practically buzzing in excitement, misreading the tone of her approach entirely. “No! We know where we are!” He proclaims with a cheery smile, tail curling as he digs paws into the ground to stop himself from running up to the border.

What are their intentions? he's not sure. “I'm hungry” he whispers to Privetfrost, it's a stage whisper and can clearly be heard by anyone perceptive enough. She talks funny, in a stern way, similar to how his own mentor does. It sparks something in him, a flicker of concern, it's easily extinguished by the fact that he's having so much fun! “Hi!! I'm Mizzlepaw!!” He shouts across instead, maybe they could make friends while finding food? Would it be jarring to hear paw be attached to someone who was so young? an echo from a time before the age of apprentices were required to be increased.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✦ ‎Army dreamers ☾ Mammy’s hero ✦ ‎

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• MIZZLEPAW ✦ he/him, DuskClan apprentice.
  ✧ A small scrap of white and black fur with tireless energy.
  ✧ Son of Edenberry and Rumblerain || Brother to Berrypaw
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #dbcbed
  ✧ penned by Juice || ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[NEWTCHASER]

emerald eyes are the first things to appear from behind a nearby curtain of reeds just shortly after scalejaw makes herself known to the strange band of cats that stand uncomfortably close to their borders, their smell is unrecognizable and didn't seem to belong to any of their neighbors which puzzled newtchaser. after a minute or so the warrior eventually emerges from their hiding place and into view with a hop and a skip, their usual smile never leaving their maw as they come to stand beside scalejaw to observe them further.

the scrap of black and white is the first to acknowledge her chimera clanmate, a spry thing who introduces himself as mizzlepaw but in the eyes of newtchaser this kid doesn't look old enough to even be an apprentice let alone be out of whatever camp they came from. she gives scalejaw a rather confused expression before deciding to return the greeting. "nice to meetcha, i'm newtchaser!" no harm in being friendly back, right? not like they've crossed into their territory. . .yet. "sooo, where did you guys come from because my friend is right, it's a little sus that youre this close to our borders." she questions after with a not-so-serious squint of her eyes.

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ REACH OUT FOR THE SUNSHINE -: ✧ :- FORGET ABOUT THE RAIN ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

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• ⋆˖⁺‧₊ NEWTCHASER —— shadowclan warrior , mentoring by none. littermate to salamandersnap
  ☄ afab, genderfluid | any pronouns | 24 moons, ages every 19th.
  ☄ pansexual panromantic. / not actively seeking / open to romance, crushes, etc.
  ☄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  ☄ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  
  ⊰∙∘ penned by cobatic
  ⊰∙∘ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Possumscratch.]

IF I DON'T GO TO HELL
WHEN I DIE I MIGHT GO TO HEAVEN ​

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possumscratch & 22 moons & trans masc & he/they & duskclan rogue ​

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In truth, Possumscratch is burning with curiosity - and, for once, enthusiasm. There is no giggling backtalk when he's told to go on patrol, no spark of playful disobedience - only wide eyed stare into the depths of the marshes, as though doing so might answer all his questions. Siblings, he thinks - one dead, two abandoned. Forgotten. Teeth drag against his cheek and tongue, the taste of metal flooding his senses - and yet, he can't relax.

And then it happens - as though summoned, a patrol of cats makes their way towards them with hostile gazes, and he can't help the high-pitched giggle that slips out. " Oh no, no! We're minding, aren't we? " he says ever so conversationally, trying to shove dustwhiskers shoulder in the process (unfortunately for the tom, it seems possumscratch has decided they are friends). " Look, we didn't even cross - all polite-like, "

If it were just him, he wouldn't have cared - he'd gladly take prey straight from anothers jaws if it kept him fed, would paint the ground red. But Privetfrost warns them, and he chooses to obey. Smile stretches impossibly wider, mocking and unnerving with a flash of sharp teeth. " Isn't that why theres a border? Thats yours.... and this is mine. Ours - whatever, " he correct, blinking rapidly.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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M I G H T ━ G O ━ T O ━ H E A V E N , ━ B U T ━ P R O B A B L Y ━ N O T !

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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ The first thing that they do as they slip from the shadows of the marshes is linger there. Scenting the air and trying to get a accessement of the situation. It is not like every clan doesn't know about the tales that Windclan spun for them. The news of a gang of playing warriors. But if this is them the warrior does not know yet. But to be cautious is a staple. They feline narrows their eyes at how friendly Newtchaser is before they finally breath out slowly. Carefully. Then they turn their two toned vision toward Possom, tilting their head a little. "Your's, ours?" They question casually before tilting their head up in thought. "How about neither. Shadowclan does not share a border with anyone on this side. No clan exists beyond it." Unless they would claim that one does.

Still they merely smile. A soft and gentle pleasant thing as they wait for the reason all of these cats are so close to their home. A gang of them if one would think. They don't particularly like it but unless they are dumb enough to cross the border into Shadowclan lands then they feel no need to do anything more. They flex their paws gently against the peat, casual and relaxed but ready to move if necessary.​

 

[PRIVETFROST]

The first ghost of the swamps emerged from the shadows that cradled her, with an imposing figure that loomed over Privetfrost's wire-worn silhouette, like a wraith rising from the depths of its nightly grave. She asked of the patrol's intentions, though it was evident to him that the inquiry was not borne of hospitality nor graciousness. There was none of that to be expected in the wild, for those that had survived this far had bankrupted themselves on their innate good will. It would only get oneself killed, for a predator or an enemy only needed to outsmart its opponent once. As more Shadowclan cats approached him with questions burgeoning from war-torn throats, the Duskclan warrior's fern-green gaze only flared up in surprise, as though the power of the marshland's habitats had grown latent and unassuming within his mind. Even as his apprentice interjected with trite, basal complaints like "I'm hungry", one idle ear only twitched. "Stay back." He growled to Mizzlepaw as the boy confronted the Shadowclan cats with a sickeningly-sweet gullibility. The young tomcat managed to keep his composure in the face of mounting pressure, countenance like an umbra washed over each unkind angle and spindled whisker, crowned the specter of the scrublands. Rumblerain was counting on him to deliver prey, and he would not fail them. He would not allow thistle-furred clan cats, thinking themselves the most fearsome in all the forests and plains of the world, to stop him.

"My companion is right. The ground that we stand on does not belong to you. Leaf-bare is approaching every one of us, not just the clans. You wouldn't starve us out of prey that is not even yours, would you?" The statement arched into a hidden blade of a challenge, like a sprightly spark to the quieted forest, an ember to strike the world around them alight. Claws unsheathed silently beneath the unlit grasses, but he did not move past where he stood. He invited them to try to hurt him, to let him demonstrate all that he had learned.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ☽ ◯ ☾ ₊ ‧ ⁺ ˖ ⋆ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• OOC: Opening this thread now for physical confrontation if anyone wants to attack! Requesting a maximum of 2 attackers on Privetfrost. No grave injuries on him, please! Feel free to contact me on Discord for more plotting :}
  
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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 11 MOONS
  —— Warrior of Duskclan / Formerly mentored by Rumblerain
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight. He has fern-green eyes.
  —— Cool, calculating, and much too mature for such a young age. Enamored with the life of a warrior and burdened by the expectations of his people. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Amberhaze]

⚛︎₊˚‧ Up until now, Amberhaze simply lingered, his initial approach almost lost on their adversaries entirely as his cataclysmic pelt blended perfectly into the voided depths of ShadowClan's flora. His eyes would be the first thing to slice through the darkness, strikingly orange like a pair of two glowing harvest moons in the night, stretched so wide the skin around them were pulled taught and trembled at the seams. Fear danced plainly within them, however his gangly body would betray his trepidation as he pressed forward and took his place beside his bolder clanmates. Despite all that he was- or was not- his duty to his clan and their safety remained prevalent inside his mind, the promise he made upon being welcomed into his clan's ranks all those moons ago being something he would honor until the final breath was squeezed from his quivering lungs.

Standing with stone stiff limbs chilled by the bite of Leafbare's beginnings, he would listen with twitching ears and rapidly shifting pupils, taking in the appearance and positions of every unfamiliar being before him in a swift repeating motion. His glances were momentarily halted upon coming face to face with Mizzlepaw, that of which would hold his attention for a moment longer than his companions. Amberhaze's expression would reveal little to nothing in terms of what he was thinking, but think he surely would. You're no apprentice... His eyelid twitched with the effort of tearing his optics from the kit as further confrontation ensued.

Truthfully, he paid little mind to the words exchanged between the two groups of accumulating figures- to question the intentions of others only to bare teeth and flaunt claws was commonplace these days- he was much more engrossed in the rapid studying of those who he could not recognize. Their numbers, physiques, voices, positions, interpersonal interactions, all photographed and stored at the forefront of his cranium. He did not know them presently, but soon he would- and forgetful he was not.

As if awakening from a trance, he would finally show some semblance of comprehension to the situation through what could be perceived as a loosely veiled threat coming from the slackened jaws of Pivetfrost. "You wouldn't starve us out of prey that is not even yours, would you?" Amberhaze's head lowered, allowing the thickened fur lining the back of his neck to rise, giving off the appearance of a truly wild animal turned crazed by its own instincts with the eyes to match.

"...Yes. We would." His voice was uncharacteristically flat as he replied, his jaw slightly agape and the corners of his mouth twitching, his serrated fangs revealing and concealing themselves in sporadic movements. "M-Maybe we don't own the land...Not to you. But we own our right to survive. That- That prey is what ensures that we will..." That illuminated gaze stretched wider, their angry red rims becoming all the more prominent and his pupils visibly quaking with the strain. "...And we don't like to share."

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• ooc: little freak doesnt play around when it comes to the very real blight that is winter and starvation!!
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  AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 20 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation. black oriental shorthair.

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[SALAMANDERSNAP]

Standing beside Amberhaze, Salamandersnap had silently emerged from the shadows, eyes narrowing as she looks down at Privetfrost. "Your hunger isn't our problem. Your closeness to our border is not something we enjoy, yet you claim you have no thoughts or intentions of trespassing." Her sister's kindness towards the rival clan wasn't unnoticed, but was noted. "If you truly have no intentions of such things, then I suggest returning to whatever hole you lot crawled out of. That prey is rightfully ours." Sure the prey wasn't physically in their territory at the moment, but since there was no bordering clan territory that could claim the prey, it was rightfully Shadowclan's in her mind. Narrowing her eyes, Salamandersnap takes a step forward, as her lips curl back in a snarl. "Get lost."

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 25 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[DEACON]

"Never did like this place," the black tabby huffed as they sneaked closer towards the borders, casting a surly look towards the ShadowClanners. Their eyes did not stay in one place for long, as if they were searching for something - a reason not to contemplate doing what they wanted to do. None of those reasons were around, relief caused their shoulders to swing more loosely as they strutted, flashing a signature grin towards the antagonistic group. They dared claim they had ownership over that which wasn't theirs? They dared to expand, flush out more of the rogues and longer from the limited scraps of lands they had left? Their teeth showed in their smile in a part grimace, part challenge. "Nah that ain't how your code works."

Their tail lashed, reminded of how much they hated that damned code, the damned fanatism. "The ol' starry boys'll knock your blocks off if you dare trespass on someone else's land. This lil' patch I'm steppin' on, it's our land, yeah? Means our prey, our rules. You don't like it, you can go cry about it somewhere else." Claws unsheathed cockily, the promise of a scrap sending waves of excitement bristling through their fur. Great rats they'd missed this.


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[Mantispaw]

Literally outrageous, Mantispaw drawled from behind Newtchaser, her NPC mentor standing just off to her right. They didn't seem pleased at all with how this was going.

Mantispaw shook her head. Her mentor might be scared of these stupid rogues but she (sure as frog eggs in new-leaf) was very much not. There was even an itty bitty one brought along, maybe as bait. What was it like being the worm to taunt the fishes ... or was it fishies.... fisheses ? no, no.... oh wait, was she supposed to say something?

Actually, the warrior code says we're allowed to kick your butt if the person you're fighting is a total loser and uh... you guys totally mega-losers so I'm gonna warrior-code you all the way to the hole you crawled out of.

// i.... am so sorry about her....
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[PRIVETFROST]

A crazed-looking feline with red-rimmed eyes spoke with a furor shaking at his tone, as if a beast struck by umbrage, anger running from a bristled nape to sharpened ivories. He trembled as if the mere presence of his fury would sooner eat him alive than invigorate him, but Privetfrost stood less impressed. If a cornered creature were to rear up and expose their fangs, lay bare the most basal emotions that riveted through their animal body, then there was no choice for the Duskclan warrior but to take it as a sign of weakness. A lack of mental fortitude, he supposed, resulted in madness overtaking one's appearance like the night cloaked and preyed upon daytime. The salt-and-sable molly stepped forth now, as though restrained by some invisible trammel of dignity or hesitation, whichever one the clan cats liked to wind up as an excuse for their inaction. Privetfrost only narrowed his eyes as she spoke, as though she were entitled to the land that did not even belong to her. The magpie-plumed tomcat always hated that presumptuousness of the Starclan-reverents, that notion that they were on top of the order of the world. He could sense that Deacon also shared the same sentiment, though it fell from the other's maw in a much more ungraceful, tangled way than he would put it. Then a younger feline started to insult Duskclan with juvenile insults, as if being called a "mega-loser" would pierce the beating heart of the sinuous feline, who had already moved past the mental dance of playground banter. Is this the best that Shadowclan has to offer? A scared animal, an entitled do-gooder, and an idiotic child?

After a few moments of tension had been strung up between the two parties, like a thin blade pressed squarely against the ends of soft neck-flesh, he spoke again. "Do not tear your eyes away from this, Mizzlepaw. This kind of learning opportunity only comes once in a while. Do not waste my generosity." Privetfrost stated flatly to his pinstriped apprentice. It was a fleeting moment of livewire peace before the smaller tomcat would lunge for @SALAMANDERSNAP , slicing at her neck area as he aimed to draw blood from the Shadowclan warrior.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ☽ ◯ ☾ ₊ ‧ ⁺ ˖ ⋆ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• OOC: ignore how late this is lmaoaooao
  
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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 11 MOONS
  —— Warrior of Duskclan / Formerly mentored by Rumblerain
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight. He has fern-green eyes.
  —— Cool, calculating, and much too mature for such a young age. Enamored with the life of a warrior and burdened by the expectations of his people. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[scalejaw]

★ Scalejaw's eyes flashed with each sentence that dropped from a cat's mouth. Her clanmates- some of them overly friendly- wanted to have a discussion. But the way the leader of this opposing patrol held themselves stiff made it clear that this wasn't a friendly interaction. Salamandersnap makes the final call- get lost- to which her ear twitches in agreement, but Scalejaw doesn't waste unnecessary words. No, she's honed in on what Privetfrost says next.

Do not tear your eyes away from this, Mizzlepaw.

A snarl is already forming on her muzzle, fur standing on end. It isn't unlike how she had protected Flintwish in the moons before their warriorship- her body leaping at @PRIVETFROST with outstretched claws, aimed to dig into the other's pelt and roll them both away from Salamandersnap. Maybe that left Scalejaw across the border, but it mattered little. This was no clan. Her words cut clear through the air- "Mantispaw- get Mirestar!" She snapped, pushing herself to her paws to ready for an onslaught of attacks.

"Are you ready to die defending your 'claim' on that prey?" She questioned the patrol, but Privetfrost specifically- there was no mistaking the ice in her voice, the way it burnt like permafrost. Orange eyes, like glowering coals on a low fire, fixed to Privetfrost. "Are you ready for your friends to give up their lives for this? Your apprentice?" She taunted, feathered tail flicking behind her. Take the bait.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ 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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