border WILL YOU HELP ME HIDE A BODY || Retrieving Sabletufts body

[Frostbite]

Polite. He's got to be polite with the least polite clan in the forest. Not only that, but Shadowclan has already been made to look incompetent and Sabletuft being dead on Windclan's border isnt helping. His jaw is tight and he wears a displeased frown as he steels himself to deal with cats who may as well be unruly rogues. Not only that, but they are liars. Filth unfit to even grace the bottom of his paws. But he must control himself, he cannot get anyone in trouble. No matter how his paws may beg for him to cross the divide and rip into their treacherous flesh, he must behave.

"Remember, we aren't trying to start a fight." He reminds his patrol. "If they for some reason refuse to give us Sabletuft's body, we will report back to Chilledstar and tell them so we can plan our next step." He says. Honestly, he thinks they should have just went over and taken the body. But he is a lead warrior now and he has to be RESPONSIBLE.

Once he reaches the border, he makes sure he is standing at his full height and stops any slouching he may have been doing, raising his bushy tail high. He looks at Sabletufts body, then at the grass around it. Its time to get this over with. They may not be visible at the moment, but he knows the chances of someone lurking in the grass are high.

"Windclan! I'm sure there are a few of you present..... We would like to retrieve our wayward clanmate's body from your border. I do not know why he is over there, but he is our responsibility nonetheless. Will you allow us?" He calls, icy gaze hard and boring into the grasses.

That was good, right? He thinks that was good. The REAL challenge is when they start speaking.

((( @ROOSTERSTRUT @Skunktail @Briarpaw. @DEERPAW @Swanpaw

This patrol takes place after Sunstride visited the border, but BEFORE the kits are returned! )))​

 

[Briarthorn]

BRIARPAW — hello, my old heart.
This patrol was a somber one, her former clanmates death still a prominent scene in her mind as she walks alongside her mentor and Frostbite.
As they near their border with Windclan, Briarpaw finds herself instinctively shuffling closer to Skunktail, distrust ill-concealed within verdant hues.
Influenced by moons of gossip, and witnessing their own pompous leader with her very own eyes, the thought of the moor-dwellers had grown to make the ebony youth uncomfortable.
Frostbite begins to call out to the wind, and Briarpaw knew it would only be heartbeats before their wiry neighbors began to appear.
As rogue breezes fly against her eyelashes and face, the adolescent finds herself rather accompanying Granitepelt to the carrionplace than be standing her- and she hated that guy.
Stars, hopefully this would be over with soon enough.
"speech"

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[SOOTSPOT]

Sootspot poked his head out from an abandoned badger sett, mud smeared upon his pristine cheek and paws covered in the same stuff. Pupils narrowed as they settled upon the large ShadowClan patrol, though it seemed like less of a reaction to the foul cats and instead a reaction to the light, which burned like fire with how long he'd been underground. The Leader's son hopped out from his hiding spot, giving his fur a good old shake and stretching the knots out of his limbs before he rose to his full height. He had to tilt his head to look at the ShadowClanners, despite that, Sootspot moved as if he had the whole of WindClan behind him, ready to tear into these helpful strangers. A crooked smile appeared on his muzzle, polite in many ways, until he spoke and tilted his head as if he could not comprehend the other clan's request. "You would deny the crows their leafbare feast for a cat who cannot respect the Warrior Code?" He didn't look at Sabletuft's body, it wasn't important to him, it wasn't a family member that needed to be buried or a loyal soldier who deserved the right, it was just some cat who'd taken one look at WindClan and thought he could take them. He could not. Evidently.

Sootspot's tail lashed behind him, there was a choice between giving ShadowClan exactly what they wanted, or digging their heels in and letting the ShadowClanner become carrion - he had a feeling the choice would depend on whether one of Sootstar's sycophantic council arrived first, or if his mother herself graced the borders. The Tunneler tutted in thought, pacing left and right, the corner of his eye on the ShadowClanners at all times as he appeared to be making a decision. In actuality, his brain was elsewhere, thinking about what prey he would take from the fresh-kill pile that day. In terms of interactions, this one did not hold the chimera's attention. "Do not get me wrong, we are still grateful for all you did, but... that does not mean my clanmates tolerate disrespect readily. Trespassing? Well... that's very disrespectful indeed, disrespectful enough to sever any feelings that we owe you, as I am sure you would agree. Though... if Chilledstar themselves apologised for your clanmates' transgressions, perhaps that would put at ease any feelings hurt by a ShadowClanner's actions and would convince WindClan to deliver his body back to your swamp."

[ apprentice tag ; @downypaw ]

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[Skunktail]

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“Oi, no offense Frostbite, but when Smogmaw said you were diplomatic I think he might’ve eaten something bad.” Briarpaw is given a friendly shoulder bump as he winked at her and regarded their lead warrior with a grin, “But I’ll behave, promise.” Which was easier said than done given they were already being greeted by the most horrendous turn of words - if he thought Frostbite was undiplomatic then this cat was ten times more egregious. Bet he was a real fun time at border patrols.

“Oh, stuff a rabbit in it why don’t you.” Skunktail rolled his eyes, of course the first one of the moorland cats who came upon them had to speak five hundred words when a handful would have sufficed - mouthy little upstart wasn’t he? One of Sootstar’s too from the looks of it, bet mommy told him he was a good little border checker.

“Trespassing? Hardly, he probably got hit by a monster or something - just hand him over and stop acting so pretentious. I won’t listen to a WindClanner preach about borders, my mother made the law your clan thinks they’re too good to follow half the time.” WindClan talked too much if you asked him, always spouting something about how much better they were than the rest of the forest while desecrating their code and laws without so much as a single care. Sootstar’s own brat was evidence enough that their entire clan wasn’t worth salvaging whether someone finally yanked her throat out soon or not; toss the lot of them really.

“You wanna deal with a body rotting on your side and gathering carrion eaters and scavengers then go right ahead! You should thank him for adding to your decor.” He turns to Frostbite, sticking his tongue out in annoyance; if they gave them a fight then they could have the damn corpse - he wasn’t groveling for anything, let alone Sabletuft of all cats. Keep’em.
If Chilledstar even got the idea to beg or apologize he’d smack that fool upside the head, but he expected their leader had similar feelings as he did.
“Your call, hare muncher. Make it now.”

☆ ———— promise me she's not your world ☆ ———————— 'Cause Andy, you're a star

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  —⊰⋅ Warrior of ShadowClan
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  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ SH Black & white tom w/spearmint green eyes
  

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He did not know when ShadowClan would arrive for their clanmate's corpse, but it seems they have rather propitious timing. Wolfsong carries a stem of dried lavender, which he intended to rub across the deceased ShadowClanner's fur until the stench of decay lessened. He does not mind ravens, nor crows, but a fox or two may be intrigued by such a scent and Wolfsong would keep their lands free of such threats when possible. It seems he may not have to worry after all, despite Sootspot's best efforts to antagonize the small ShadowClan patrol.

He assesses each of them individually with his sole eye, wondering who among them may have mistreated the kits now renamed and raised among WindClan's.

Wolfsong approaches the body and drops the lavender on his side. Not a monster, that much is clear, and his jaw flexes briefly before he forces it to relax. "Come for your dead clanmate, ShadowClan, and give him a proper vigil. The lavender is a gift for Starlingheart— the best among you." He turns his back to them and begins the trek back to camp, though he pauses briefly by the dirtied Sootspot. "Hurt feelings? You make a mockery of your mother's clan. If you find your tongue bored, there are elders unable to bathe themselves who would appreciate the assistance." His dramatics have done nothing for them here, and Wolfsong is only too glad to return to his den.​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluepaw follows Sootspot from the abandoned badger sett, the stale reek of predators long-gone clinging to her fur and causing her mood to sicken. Seeing ShadowClan at their border only fouls it further.

Bluepaw is not surprised to hear Sootspot’s dismissal of the ShadowClanners seeking their dead. She regards her brother coolly, half of her in agreement—but the other half is glad when Wolfsong speaks up. “Why would we want crowfood rotting on our moors? Please, rid us of it. It is beginning to smell.” Her voice is cool, green eyes raking over the ShadowClanners present. The lot of them are no better than kit-abusers, according to Sootstar and her half-brother. Why should they exchange pleasantries now?

She turns to follow the golden-pelted medicine cat, giving the ShadowClan patrol a last, lingering look before departing.

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