border THEY WANT THEIR FUTURES BACK [ *ೃ༄ ] SEARCH PARTY

[Mossthorn]

As Mossthorn leads her apprentice through the dim light of the tunnels, she only thinks of one thing. They have yet to find any trace that Cottonsprig had been this way. No scent except the smell of earth and the stale rememenants of a previous patrol filled her nose, no scraps of light gray fur had been found. She turns to look at her apprentice with solemn gray eyes and a frown creasing her features. "Have you found anything?" She dares to ask, despite knowing the answer already. If she hadn't, it was likely Grasspaw hadn't either.

Light filters in from the tunnels mouth and from their place in the ground she can see ShadowClan's border. The marshes, at one time, had been her home. Now, an invisible border separates mire from moor. Looking at that border, though, gives her an idea. "We'll pop out of the tunnels and see if we can't catch a patrol. Perhaps they have seen something, and if not, it would be good to have some extra eyes on the lookout..." She doubted ShadowClan would care, they had not been friends to WindClan for some time now and reasonably so, but still. She dares to hope that they might get something from this exchange, dares to hope that the faces that they encounter are ones she had known from back in the day where she was just Moss.

"Yoohoo! Hello! Over here, hi!" she calls out as soon as she sees the brush rustling on the other side of the thunderpath.

// @Grasspaw

( .ೃ࿐ ) watch what happens next

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• MOSSTHORN WINDCLAN WARRIOR ; SHE / HER; SISTER TO TBD ; MATE TO COLDBITE
  

  A feisty she cat with a heart of gold. Her appearance is befitting her tunneler status, as she stands shorter than most, and her sleek black fur excels at repelling the dirt that she shifts through. Her eyes are such a light blue color that they appear gray and upon her pelt she wears many scars, testaments to the battles she has fought in her lifetime.

  ✦ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, no killing, maiming, or injuring without permission
  ✦ Skilled & experienced in combat. Fights dirty.
  

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[lilacfur]

"There is a WindClanner nearby." She murmured in warning to her apprentices as they rounded closer to the border, alerting the rest of her patrol quietly. Lilacfur kept herself crouched low to the ground to observe first, using the pale tussocks as proper cover, encouraging her wards to do the same.

A mentor and apprentice approach, and as far as all her senses can tell they are not joined by any others. Deeming it safe, the lead warrior emerged to reveal herself. The older of the pair called out for their attention, curiously so, and she obliged them from a healthy distance.

"Can we help you...?" Lilacfur twitched her tail in idle anticipation, unsure of what a WindClan warrior could possibly need from them.

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  // @SHADEPAW @Sycamorepaw!
  

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• LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 26 moons, mother to marblepaw and sycamorepaw
  ⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn ear and claw marks beside her eye.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ Such an odd thing to see a Windclanner acting rather cordial today. Strange and yet they don't particularly mind it. It's less stressful and more soothing to not have to deal with unnecessary spiteful words. Slipping along the feline allows their odd orbs to focus on the one that calls out to them. Pricking their ears forward as they tilt their head casually. What could they possibly want with Shadowclan? It's definitely not something that often happens. So they step forward to stand near Lilacfur, tail poised and a small smile placed upon chocolate maw. If it is interesting information they will love to take that in and they dip their head. Casually settling down within dried mud and fraying grasses.

"Yes, what can we do for you?" Is Windclan well? Has something happened? Curiosity dances in their eyes as they wait paitently for what they will say. If it is something they can help with then they will try their best. Although they have never been one to reach too far outside their own boundaries.​

 

[MARBLEPAW]

She'd relished in the chance to accompany Lilacfur and Sycamorepaw to the border today, though her brother's attitude doesn't seem to have changed much toward her. Still, there are herbs to be identified, plucked, and then hauled back to camp to sort and separate, and the sun is warm on her pelt, the stiff marsh breeze combing through her whiskers. She does not notice the scent of WindClan before the warrior and her apprentice appear from the grass along the border; she has not had extensive training on identifying enemy scents yet. Still, she finds herself laying curious green eyes on the WindClanners. They seem to be searching for something.

"How is Cottonsprig?" She asks, her voice warm as the Greenleaf sun. "I didn't get to see her at the last medicine cat meeting."

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 7 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw merely shook his head in response to Mossthorn's question. He hated this. Looking and tracking and searching and finding nothing. He knew they'd find nothing. Maybe it was pessimistic but he hadn't been given much reason to think otherwise lately. As they emerged from the tunnel, he shook his fur out to rid himself of the debris. He wasn't exactly used to the feeling yet.

Mossthorn's blatant call to the ShadowClan cats nearly made him cringe. He wasn't fond of bringing attention to himself. Until he spotted Marblepaw, that is, then he perked up considerably. "Hi, Marblepaw," he mewed. His smile faltered a bit at her mention of Cottonsprig. "We, uh, were wondering if you'd seen her..."

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ooc Information

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  GRASSPAW — HE/HIM ･ 7 MOONS ･ TUNNELER APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[FERNDANCE]

Poking her head out of the nearby ferns, the cinnamon tabby looked despondently towards their neighbours. Beneath the smog-choked greens, her tail lashed, the anticipation of a confrontation sending ants crawling up and down her skin. It wasn't until Grasspaw spoke first that the feeling seemed to dissipate, the tingling sensation slowing down to a halt. Marblepaw asked for Cottonsprig... and so did WindClan. She blinked softly, placing a paw to her mouth. "Oh dear.... this isn't an accusation, is it?" She licked her lips as if sampling a delectable morsel, paying extra attention to gaps between her teeth where blue fur or fragile bones could've easily gotten stuck.

If only it were so easy to eat another - after the mockery their skirmish had made of Snowypaw's disappearance, she would be satisfied to make them squirm. Instead, her shoulders relaxed, her expression fell into something plainly neutral, dutiful almost, if not for the glimmer of chaos beneath, as if she was working against every basal instinct to deliver legitimate news. "She hasn't come this way," Ferndance admitted, adamant she'd have been able to track WindClan scent if they invaded. "Is she missing?"

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[MIRESTAR]

Mirepurr manages to come across WindClan again — Mossthorn included, no less. It is always pleasant to see a friendly face even over the highly-contested borders. Her scent wafts over to their side first, alongside another cat, and then her voice calls out to them. Mirepurr turns with a light flight of their tail towards the source, but only after following Lilacfur's lead in temporarily hiding themselves.

Mossthorn offers no aggression or trouble. In fact, it is her who appears troubled, only aided by her apprentice's confirmation of the matter.

"She's missing?" Mirepurr gasps, their surprise unwilling to allow a proper greeting. Even Marblepaw adds to the severity of it... if a medicine cat is unable to fulfill her duty by attending the half-moon meeting, then this must be serious.

Their flank twitches with the murmur that comes from behind Ferndance's paw. It might as well be — or it could be as simple as asking before assuming, but if Snowypaw's recent disappearance is anything to go by... well, this topic is always a sensitive one. It is to be handled with care. "Has she left behind any traces that might help find her? Do you think she's... hurt?"

@plumpaw

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