border when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie || Shadowclan Moonhigh Patrol

[Frostbite]

The air is cold still, but without the sting of leafbare. Its a nice cold, a simple chill accompanied by the song of the marsh sung by the frogs and toads waking up. Frostbite wishes he could consider this a nice moonlit stroll, but with all the dangers recently he finds himself on a hair trigger. Every rustle earns a sharp stare and pointed ears. If there are any scum lurking in the shadows, he will make sure they become fertilizer for the marsh. He keeps Poppypaw close, determined to keep her safe, because stars help anyone or thing that goes for his kits.

"We all know how to behave by now, so lets get to it." Frostbite says. "Don't go too far from each other, just in case." He adds on.

Looking across the thunderpath into the oak forest, he observes the trees coming back to life, their foliage will soon be full enough to hear swaying in the wind. Smogmaw mentioned if any of the forest cats get uppity, to diffuse it with his... Cool words.

........

Was that a joke? He only just got the pun, hours after it was spoken.

Well.

He'll try to be nice regardless.

He rubs against a tree, leaving behind his scent and.....Several white hairs. "......That time of year." He sighs. He wonders if Jaggedpath has the same problem.

(( @POPPYPAW @jaggedpath ! @Duckshimmer @LIVIDPAW )))​

 

[BIGFANG]

Paws slosh against the snowmelt as he brings up the rear of the ThunderClan patrol. Slowly emerging from the foliage, the large tom-cat appears before the ShadowClan patrol. Eyes immediately wash upon Frostbite, his white pelt bright against the dark backdrop of the bog.

”ShadowClan.” The giant greets, his fur twirling as a chilling breeze brushes past the two patrols. ”I hope the arrival of new-leaf is treating you as well as it has ThunderClan…in terms of plentiful prey, that is.” StarClan knows new-leaf had not been all that pleasant with the wolves, but at least it was beginning to become easier to keep the bellies of ThunderClan full. You would not catch him lamenting for their losses at the ShadowClan border.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• » Hank ․ Bigfang
  » ThunderClan Warrior
  » Former Kittypet
  » He/him
  » A large, beaten-up ginger tabby tom with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• » A heavy-hitting foe who makes his hits count
  » Excels in heavy, powerful move.
  » Fights to protect and maintain honor
  » Though strong, he is a slow mover. A fleet-footed cat would both easily frustrate and land hits on him.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[PALEFIRE]

Palefire was admittedly tired these days, but she pushed ahead anyway and took whatever patrols came around. Today she'd been assigned to the Shadowclan border, which almost prompted an exaggerated eyeroll from the young warrior. She didn't like Shadowclan, and could recall one or two recent encounters that had only further spoiled her opinion of the marsh-dwelling cats. But she wasn't going to complain about these things, not anymore. So she trudged along with the rest of her group, head down and eyes set firmly in front of her until a voice sounded in the distance.

Her gaze slowly lifted to the Shadowclan patrol that had appeared across the Thunderpath, though she was obviously disinterested. It was probably for the best that she didn't engage, considering the fact that she was already in very hot water with her clan. It wouldn't look good for her to get into another border scrap with their neighbors, when she was trying to prove that she was responsible. Instead of offering idle conversation like Bigfang, she subtly flicked her tail in a brief greeting to other felines and returned her attention to marking the scent lines.

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

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• PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 13 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes. tall and slender. built for speed and agility.
  ⭃ currently emotionally volatile, all opinions are strictly ic and likely spur-of-the-moment
  ⭃ single, open to relationships / / mentor to no one // mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ The last patrol Duckshimmer had been on, a cat had died. Granted, most of her frustration lay in the fact that she hadn't been the one to kill Siltcloud herself, but still - a lady was allowed to be ruffled by the past, even if she was careful to keep herself presentable in the present. It's almost comforting to see that she isn't the only one. Walking behind Frostbite, a smile dances on her maw as he jerks his head this way and that at every frog chirp before splashing into a puddle and wind brushing against every whispering bush. The protectiveness that radiates off him concerning his daughter is also quite charming, and she's glad to know a cat like him is in her clan.

"We've got your back, darlin'" she purrs amicably, a subtle 'don't go giving yourself a stress aneurism now' under her tone. It's nice to know she isn't the only one taking the dangers of the marshland seriously, so she hopes Frostbite feels the same. But she allows herself to relax beneath the moonlight as she presses her cheek against another tree, delicately depositing her - and by extension Shadowclan's - scent to refresh the border markers.

But the petite woman startles when a goliath of a cat approaches from the enemy side of the border. A breath escapes her as she analyzes muscles and scars, resting finally on a pleasant face whose hidden teeth she hopes never to be on the introductory end of. Her pelt suddenly itches with the reminder of her own much smaller, much more fragile frame. "Hm it seems our side can't hold an ember to what your land seems to offer if it manages to satisfy handsome builds like yours," she purrs, her tone sincere.
Though it's not an entirely untrue statement. Shadowclan's muggy land is one of the harshest among the five clans, with unsteady terrain that easily hides its rather unfavorable prey options, whether it's new-leaf or leaf-bare, Shadowclan is used to having a little less than most. But Bigfang didn't need to know that, "If I promise you we're just rolling in delicious toads and salamanders, would that convince a good-looking fella like you to change allegiances?" she blinks sweetly, but her smile is one of good-natured jest.
But, Starclan seriously, what Duckshimmer wouldn't give to keep this man either on her side of a battle or far, far away from her.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/15/23

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  GENERAL:
  ⚜ Duckshimmer
  ⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
  ⚜ 30 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
  ⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚜Physically hard | mentally hard
  ⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
  injuries: None currently

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[jaggedpath !]

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With the freezing temperatures beginning to rise with spring blossoms Jaggedpath knew it was only a matter of time before his pelt began to drop a trail of clouds behind. Every shake, sneeze and brush loosened thick fur from his coat. While the tom did not mind it one bit he knew his Clanmates were not so fond of finding white furs in their nesting because he had rolled in his sleep.

"Th' birds'll be lovin' me fer a bit." Jaggedpath muttered to himself as he watched a sparrow swoop down and collect the clump of fur that drifted from where he had sat. He noticed another fur-speckled breeze pass by and looked to Frostbite with an amused crooked smile. "Aye, got y'too?" A black-speckled muzzle pointed away as he heard Duckshimmer speak to the ThunderClanners that appeared, almost forgetting about them entirely. His eyes widened to the point of revealing the hidden yellow speckle in his eye.

"My stars! Flirtin' up a storm o'er here, ain't she?" He almost couldn't believe it, but maybe it was because Bigfang was not his type at all.

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• // OOC​
• image here optional
• ― (( jaggedpath )) fluffy white tom with black speckles on his muzzle and bright blue eyes
  ↳ shadowclan, warrior, cismale he/him
  ― easy to make friends with | bad at romance | good at teaching | bad with kits​