YOU SAY RUN // ThunderClan Patrol

[Sunnyday]

☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
//Patrol members: @BERRYHEART (for herbs), @Hollow Tree , @FAWNCLOUD , @sandpaw , @LICHENPAW (feel free to tag your apprentices).
Feel free to post before patrol members.

"Ensure to lay down plenty of markers, I want them to be clear and concise." Sunnyday instructed as he looked back at his patrol as he made his way along ThunderClan's side of the thunderpath. A part of him hoped that they could get through it without running into any ShadowClanners, but he doubted they would ever be that lucky. Any time he came near the shared border he always felt as though eyes were on them, hidden away in the gloom just out of his sight. "And stray from making trouble, I'd rather avoid a skirmish." Given the number of currently injured back at the camp it was becoming a necessity to maintain the peace. But if they came across any daring ShadowClanners hunting on their territory yet again... well, he knew they would have to act. His heart truly did go out to their unfortunate plight, but in the end he still had to put ThunderClan first and foremost.

As the warrior made his way along he found himself squinting at the flickering rays of sunlight filtering between the trees as the dawn rolled on. It had him briefly distracted and caused him to stumble over a fallen branch. Fortunately he caught himself before he nosedived into the dirt, though he tried to style out his clumsiness with a springy bounce and skip. Smooth. "Goodness! What a trip! I'd give it a poor rating." He joked with a blossoming grin as he pranced forward a few more paces.
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[Ravenwatcher.]

So I walk alone down the darkest roads​

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Ravenwatcher had not been apart of the two patrols that had gone hunting on Thunderclan's territory, however, seeing them now and here even after all that had happen was quiet bold of them. The black she-cat signed a bit as she witness one of the warriors take a nice tumble and she snorted softly before slipping out of the shadow and slinked over towards the border with a careful look in her eyes at the others. "Make it quick while you're here, I'm only watching" the she-cat stated her whiskers twitching slightly while a bored look peer in her dark blue gaze​

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​

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it didn't come as a surprise that chilledgaze hated thunderclan. hell, they had made it clear sometimes that they even didn't like windclanners but that was neither here nor there. as they managed to walk along the border, they twitched their ears, looking back with a snort. mousebrained, selfish and ragged looking. not a good look for them, especially since they acted better than all the clans. tch. how annoying of them.

"don't start anything. wouldn't wanna hurt their feelings too bad. we all know how sensitive they can be. might go cry to their precious howlingstar."

they sneered, with a lash of their tail. they only turned their head and laid down, propping their chin against their paw, with a hum.

"then again, it might be entertaining to see them sob about it."
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[Tornadopaw]

If you don't like me, that's your problem

Tornadopaw follows closely in behind Chilledgaze, yellow eyes cast beyond the thunderpath to spot a band of thunderclanners. Like any patrol they are busy laying down their markers, though her brow pinches as she murmurs back to the duo colored deputy beside her. "Kinda overdoing it over there aren't they..." She jabs in response to the patrol's heavy marking. Surely they didn't believe any of that would actually stop them from crossing again. Pitchstar was the only reason they remained on their proper side, not thunderclan's supposedly grandiose display. Carefully she picks her way around Chilledgaze, watching as Sunnyday trips over something she cannot quite see due to the obscurity of the thunderpath. ​

When I let it bother me, that's my problem​

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[Halfshade]

"Careful golden boy~ Don't take a nasty tumble and end up in our neck of the woods!" Her shrill, cheerfully meowed out warning to Sunnyday's stumble was accompanied by a laugh like bells chiming, sing-song and saccharine. Halfshade ignored Chilledgaze's moping form, steps around them to stand alongside Tornadopaw and hum thoughtfully in amusement at the girls comment. "You missed a spot-over there~" She points out helpfully, a paw raised in a partial tuck to her chest and a gesture to a tree much further back. It would be an absolute shame if a ShadowClanner saw that and took it as an open invitation! Dreadful even! But then again, if you left an opening most would take advantage of it. She herself wouldn't hesitate to punish a cat for making such a folly, it was the only way you learned after all-trial and error. ThunderClan sat on their lofty little throne far too much really, but then again if she had to choose between them and their current alliance with WindClan she would much prefer to make ammends here rather than continue to tolerate the moorland felines. Couldn't stand them even the slightest bit!
"How goes your hunting? Plentiful I'm sure? Newleaf can not come quicker if you ask me!" The torbie's pleasantries rolled from her tongue, tilting upward into half-questions and half-statements and making it unclear whether she actually wanted an answer or not or was just making small talk.
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[BERRYHEART]

It was mostly politeness that coaxed a small puff of laughter from Berryheart's crooked maw in response to Leggy's joke. He supposed he should savour the respite of this company... he could not imagine the Shadowclanners would be in a particularly good mood when they undoubtedly ran into a few on the other side of the border. It was always strange, patrolling near the marsh... looking at his old home through the tiniest lens, into the tiniest slice of territory. He could not say he missed the mud of the marshes when compared with the fallen-leaf carpet of the forest. Still, part of him felt a small twinge of nostalgia as his olivine gaze swept the weeping trees, ragged-looking in their deadened state- though, the plants on their side were no more plentiful.

Attending this patrol more as a tag-along rather than an essential piece, when the low sounds of voices wound into his ears. Doubtlessly taunting, hostile words... he was not bothered with them, already bored of the tense animosity. The ugly sneers of full-grown cats slinging insults at each other had never been appealing to the tortoiseshell tom... and though he understood ShadowClan's plight of hunger, they did not help their affability very much. It was unintelligent, really, to attempt to rile them up... though they had nothing to spare in terms of food, thinning themselves, would it not be beneficial for everyone if relations were good?

A cheerier voice rang out, asking a question- it was only by prompt that Berryheart would ever interject, and here was a prompt. Lopsided eyes found the half-and-half she-cat, and he dipped his head in polite acknowledgement. "Leaf-bare hunting is never plentiful," he murmured, hopefully a good enough answer to her question. Big Mama's request regarding the Sunningrocks at the gathering would likely tip them off that ThunderClan could be doing better. ​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​

 

[LlLACPAW]

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Lingering behind her much more eye-catching mentor, is Lilacpaw, listening in to each patrol's words. Tornadopaw was right in her assessment, the only thing keeping them on this side of the border was orders, not scent markers. From the day her mother established the idea of borders being guarded and marked, scent lines were merely to help establish ground rules in terms of prey and trespassing desputes. Though she supposed in their desperation, Shadowclan had broken the very rule that had been their clan's to establish. It was disgraceful but it was also survival.

'Was it even worth it though? You're all still starving. 'Stealing' from Thunderclan didn't actually help you all that much, infact it only made it worse. Now they're gonna be on your case all the time and you might go to war, all because your brother could-'

Lilacpaw shakes her head, trying to throw the voice from her head. She had enough on her plate, Pitchstar had always been there for her, even now when it felt like she was miles and miles away from her littermates and older siblings, he was still there. An ever looming presence, but one she could feel like the sun he had once been named for. She had no right to doubt him, she couldn't.

Halfshade at least seemed to be making off-handed, saccharine small-talk with the patrol. She wasn't sure how to continue the idea along, so instead she resolved to merely be the older molly's shadow.​

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• [Please ping @/Chérie if this character is needed, instead of this account]
  Lilackit - LILACPAW
  9 moons, closeted demigirl [currently uses she/her]
  A willowy, longhaired chocolate marble tabby with a distinct ruffle of neck and chest fur that trails down her back and white markings, has pale/dull green eyes
  Lilacpaw is currently a mirror to those around her, she should be considered a spineless, two-faced cat among her peers, and a rather useless cat to the clan by most adults. She tends to strive for positive attention from everyone, only to have it blow up in her face and spawn negative attention instead.
  Has recently lost her mentor Nightwillow to starvation, is becoming increasingly unstable.
  Speaks in #AD8AE1
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[Rainecho]

Rainecho comes to stand beside the other bi-colored she cat that resided in the shadowed pines, her one blue and one brown eye landing on the thunder-clanners that stand at their border. She wonders if they think less of ShadowClan for being desperate, for coming onto their land and stealing their prey. Surely they do, but Rainecho knows for a fact that in their position, these cats would not be acting so high and mighty. No, they would've done the same thing as they had, morals or not. She is almost sure of it. If they didn't they would be fools.

Perhaps they are fools.

They must be to have brought so many cats to their border. Do they think that they would attack them? Hah that was laughable. They were all skinny pathetic excuses for cats right now, withering away from hunger. Rainecho was not so stupid to believe she would be winning any fights right now and shes sure her clanmates all feel the same. "If crying is your thing Chilled, baby, I could make them cry for you" she purrs quietly to their deputy, mismatched eyes meeting their cold blue ones for only a moment before she turns her attention to the rest of the patrol. Nodding along to Tornadopaw's words about them overdoing it, agreeing with her.

Some of these cats are familiar, Berryheart in particular. She had practically grown up with the kits of Howlingstar. "You guys miss us that much that ya have to come around so often?" she teases lightly in reference to their upped border patrols and aggressive scent marking.
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[LICHENPAW ❁]

( ☘ ) "Are they, um, are they always this -- y'know, like this?" Lichenpaw says to his mentor, far more subdued than the apprentice's usual over-loud voice. His eyes flicker between the cats gathered across the border, looming just out of reach. He'd missed the raid on ThunderClan's food, hiding in his den like a coward, but he's heard stories. He certainly won't be making trouble, that's for sure. Lichenpaw does his best to ignore the eyes on him as he marks the border, still unused to the routine of patrols despite living among Clan cats for over a moon now. He keeps fidgeting, keeps glancing over at the ShadowClanners, grin wide and unnerved.

Eventually, he speaks up, responding to Halfshade's remark entirely without thinking. "Practically, uh -- practically invited us over -- invited yourselves over, really, coming into our camp. I mean, we're just, just returning the favor, y'know?" Even if the Clan had decided to stop stealing prey, the tom still held a grudge. Perhaps not the best thing to say to the scary ShadowClanners though, he realized belatedly, creeping a bit further towards his mentor as he shot yet another nervous look over the border.​

 

[SNOWMASK]

Minding her business is what she can say she is doing here. There is not much she wants to get involved in but she knows now the situation between Shadowclan and Thunderclan. The clan she has joined is starving and their leader made the poor decision go and hunt in someone else's lands. And for the worst of it they have come back with little results and injured cats. That makes it worse. It isn't something she can condone because she knows what it feels like to have other cats coming and stealing from them. With her former mate sometimes they had...rough encounters with other rogues who wanted their food. Fighting or not was always an option. Though she does listen as she slips her way along the border, gaze pensive as she keeps close to her daughter. Soft silvery eyes look across the monster track and she tries to give a friendly smile. One that she hopes they will believe. "I hope your prey becomes better. Sorry for what the changing weather does to some. It's....harsh here in the marshes."

Her tail wraps around her paws as she sits but she doesn't feel the need to say anything more. The patrol is passing by just like they are. She doesn't need to tease them or bite at them with words. Things will settle or at least she hopes they will. ​

 

[Halfshade]

"It never is." Never plentiful. Part of her wanted to comment theirs had been recently but she was on her best behavior though someone forgot to tell Rainecho the same thing. What a disaster she was.
That was their medicine cat was it not? A dappled and awkward looking fellow, but quietly polite despite the obvious disdain his clan had towards theirs.
Her tail swept neatly back and gently brushed Lilacpaw on the shoulder in acknowledgement before she lazily honed in on the apprentice sputtering out some remark about them inviting themselves over and she was going to reply with a joke about survival of the fittest when Tornadopaw's mother opened her her pretty little mouth.
The first comment sounded almost like a joke in reply to the medicine cat, like she was mocking him with saying she hopes the prey stays unplentiful as it had all of leafbare but its her following comment that earns a harsh scoff from the torbie. Sorry what the changing weather does to some.
She whirls on the newly named Snowmask, mismatched eyes lit up and incredulous at the comment, "Do not apologize for us." The absolute nerve, she neither participated in either raid nor did she have to face the rats that forced them into being so desperate but she had the audacity to think she could offer words of sorry to the clan doing far better than they. They'd been rewarded with a rabbit for their efforts, it had been just enough, an extra push to newleaf and for this molly to go and act otherwise made her lips curl in distaste. Her false pleasantries are gone, she turns with a haughty lift of her head to strut away with a gesture for her dear apprentice to follow along and a mental note to teach her not apologize to other clans for simply fighting to survive.

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[Hollow Tree]

Shadowclan appeared rather chatty today. The warrior wished they didn’t say anything and just let this patrol do it’s job. But the Shadowclanners seemed rather entitled. Hollow Tree didn’t want to start an argument. Looking over the cats that were watching them before getting back to the patrol. Keeping an eye on the cats across the distance. Just in case their temper got out of paw. ""​

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// apprentice tag @hollypaw

 

[Sunnyday]

☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
It seemed as though the borders were busy that day if the growing ShadowClan presence was anything to go by. The temptation to cave to the urge to shoot back sharp remarks lingered on his mind, but he knew he had to be better than that. The older tom had himself a little chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant way to show that he wasn't going to let anything get to him. Raising his tail up high, he maintained a spring in his step as he continued to lead his patrol along. "My young Lichenpaw, I'm afraid this is what ShadowClan can be like. As prickly as the pine needles they live under. But I will say that this is perhaps the most polite I've ever seen them, heh! Pay them no heed."

He wasn't planning on responding to any of the neighbours, but one did catch his attention and cause him to slow his pace so he could get a proper look at Snowmask. Were the words genuine? He cannot say for sure, but he still believes that manners should be met manners alike. The golden tom offered a polite dip of his head towards the other. "I get it, I truly do. I hope better moons lay ahead for ShadowClan, ones where you may have full bellies without the need for extremes. Please, take care of yourself." He moved on after that, eager to complete the patrol route.
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