border WATASHI WA SUTA | thunderclan dusk patrol

[CAMPIONSONG]

Dusk had assuaged the balminess of greenleaf, if only by a margin. Humidity still swelled somewhat at Campionsong's flanks, though it's push had been dimmed somewhat, almost discouraged as the night would swiftly arrive to take warmth's place. Even the shelter provided by bowing boughs had not been enough to wave away the sweltering heat. The setting sun cast tangerine varnish upon each swaying leaf and spotted patch, like evenfall soothed the very land it settled upon, calming it by draping upon its jagged edges. Through the oak forest, a patrol of cats flitted out of the bushes and into the open space where a long, unending path of unnatural stone led into the horizon. Campionsong straddled along the edge of the Thunderpath, paws never quite hitting upon the brash asphalt of the monsters' domain, as the warrior treaded along the verge of the quietus of beasts. He dared not cross it, for he had little reason to trespass - his clan was not going to take prey from other territories, not tonight. Fern-green eyes watched for any sort of movement from the marshes, shade lilting from the deep like a lulling wave, subtle yet discernable upon the steady and rising darkness. Almost expecting to see pairs of glowing stars, burning through nightly canvas and etching into his own skin. None greeted him, at least not yet. "Wonder if we'll see any Shadowclan cats today." He murmured, half to himself and half as a question poised and hanging in the air.

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[FERNDANCE]

That day, the cinnamon tabby was the devil that appeared when its name was spoken. Ferndance's head poked out from the dehydrated shrubs by the road's edges, her emerald eyes wide and focused, a smile settled upon her muzzle as she looked towards the others. Her paws fidgeted with something hidden by the greenery (orangery?), the faintest hint of blood on the she-cat's scent from a hunting patrol that had ventured too close to the borders. With an apprentice in tow and more time than she knew what to do with, the detour didn't bother her. Instead, she met the ThunderClanner's wandering gaze with quiet excitement. "ThunderClan. Hey, hi, hello," Ferndance shout-whispered, her tail lashing as the scent of the Thunderpath hit her nostrils. With no Monsters passing by, it was eerily quiet, but her claws curled in anticipation of one - she still wanted to know what it was like for a cat to be hit by the great beasts. "Have you seen any frogs lately?" She asked, dipping her head amidst the ferns and rummaging until she remarged with a particular brown amphibian clutched between her jaws. "Now you have," she declared, pride in her dainty voice, not at the meagre catch, but for the opportunity to say something that sounded fun in her head.

[ apprentice tag: @Laurelpaw. ]
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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Orange hues mix with other colors such as pink and blue painted the skies as the sun slowly went down bringing a much cooler sense of feel, like a break from the heat that batters them, it was a relief and rolling in mud helped in some shape or form to keep the pale tom from getting too hot. He stayed closed to @MIREPURR before his gaze drifted onto Ferndance who greeted the thunderclan patrol with a frog which made him hum with a slight frown on his lips. He knew the other didn't take things seriously but surely the Thunderclan cats have seen a frog before, but then again it shouldn't come to a surprise when it was Ferndance who is around, she had a morbid sense of humor.

Yellow gaze flash onto the other patrol before nodding a slight greeting to them, his stubby tail twitching a bit as he stayed close to his mentors side. "Greetings, hopefully hunting has been good to you guys as of late" he stated calmly, not making anymore remarks, what else was there to say to the other group? They haven't done anything interesting as of late.

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 11 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BLACKSTRIKE]

➼➼ The thunderpath is an unpleasant sight, all black-washed tar and acrid scent that makes his lungs nearly ache. It’s the home of many a dead thing, though, and well, Blackstrike came from a place the clan cats call carrionplace. Before ShadowClan, the path was no dangerous border to him, it was simply a buffet. Now, of course, he’s well-fed, no longer on the brink of starvation each day. Forestshade taught him to catch his own prey—and catch his own prey he does, carrying a lizard as he approaches the border. The cats on the opposite side of the thunderpath are clearly ThunderClanners, and one of them speaks up to muse about whether they’ll see ShadowClanners.

"You’re at the ShadowClan border. ’Course you’ll see ShadowClanners," he quips, a mild grin broaching his muzzle. Fernshade shows off her own catch to the other patrol, and mismatched eyes roll for a moment before turning to her. She looks mighty proud of herself, and finally a true smile cracks his maw. Snowpaw states that he hopes ThunderClan is doing well with their hunting, and Blackstrike offers the same. "Yeah, hope the hunting’s good. It’s great for us." His own catch is picked up in his jaws once again, proud of his success in the marshland clan.

➴ i think i found a home

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  BLACKSTRIKE ❯❯ he/him, shadowclan warrior
  ➼ thin black and white tom with mismatched blue and yellow eyes. calm and nonchalant, difficult to anger.
  ➼ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ➼ penned by foxlore

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[MIREPURR]

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Mirepurr takes up the rear of the patrol, lightly brushing by Snowpaw as they near the border. There's an incessant burn along their spine, the need to turn their head and lick away at their own flank; dusk might offer some relief from the humidity of greenleaf, but that does not put an end to the shedding that plagues their existence in this season.

The itch, at least, goes away when there is something to focus on. They hear the ThunderClan patrol before they see them, inquisitive conversation taking place just on the other side of the undergrowth and row of bushes. Traversing woodland must be frustrating.

Teeth catch in the inside of their mouth; amusement upon Ferndance's actions wants nothing but to be put onto their face, clear and on display, just like any other emotion they feel. Her intentions are rarely — if ever — shrouded in mystery, but the rival Clan might not be so privy to her jokes. Blackstrike's very direct way of praising himself doesn't help; all this is too soon after the prey-stealing fiasco over at SkyClan.

"Greetings." They fear their swallow is audible, even on the other side. Quick, a change in subject... "Hopefully the weather has not been too awful over there."
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