Private Border ain't a profit big enough to feed you // bluegale

[sassafraschill]

SASSAFRASCHILL, 31 moons / windclan moor-runner
a pale blue tabby with scraggly fur and a large shoulder scar
sister to honey, mate and parent to none
a scrappy cowboy who feels he has something to prove. stupidly stubborn with hotheaded tendencies.
Tagging @bluegale

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The edge of WindClan that bled into ShadowClan was often disregarded as unimportant to the moor-runner. He didn't necessarily avoid it for the purpose of evading the possibility of conflict. Rather, to save himself the headache of how annoying ShadowClanners made themselves out to be. Maybe he was over assumptive from his minimal scope of interacting with Mothbite and hearing of Sablestar's grand entry through trespassing. He didn't have any interest to look for ways to change his opinion, though.

Unfortunate that the route this rabbit took in his chase led him closer than he would have preferred. It's bouncing gait fled right for acrid pavement that split WindClan from ShadowClan and in a burst of hungry drive, Sassafraschill kicked harder against the earth to pounce and dig his claws through dense fur the moment its paws touched the Thunderpath. He licked his jaws of the preyblood that spread across his muzzle, chest huffing for breath from the effort of the chase. He should probably get off the Thunderpath before a monster claimed them both.

Sassafraschill grasped the rabbit between his teeth , glancing to the flicker of blue fur between she shade. He snarled in warning, dropping his prey in the flattened grass. "Y'don't wanna waste your claws on me. Heard y'got a bad run for herbs right 'bout now. Would hate t' make it worse." The silvery toms hackles raised as he glowered across the path, tail lashing as he goaded the other cat.

@bluegale

 

[bluegale bluegale]

REPAY ME IN KIND

Bluegale does not make much of a habit of patrolling borders. He finds it dreadfully uninteresting. There is only so much drama that can arise from leering at your neighbors. It just so happens that today his white-tipped paws have brought him to the edge of the moorlands instead. An unfortunate coincidence. The high fronds and stalks of grass rattle across the hills ahead as Bluegale moves with a singular confidence enough for three or four cats. He doesn't dare think to step over the poorly-marked border between ShadowClan and WindClan's territories, knowing that Sablestar would see him as lowly for doing so. There are parts of being in a clan and following rules that Bluegale finds himself above, but when Sablestar is in the picture... Bluegale would rather not think of the result. Pitted against his siblings. Fighting for third.

Bluegale mulls it over, chewing on it like cud. The coincidence, he decides, is not unfortunate for him. The sour smell of thunderpath is an unfriendly greeting, but the smell of WindClan is fresher than usual. And when Bluegale breeches the undergrowth that laces the marshy side of the asphalt, he sees exactly why. All the possessive, feral instincts of a cat defending its territory surge in him. Bluegale bristles. He does not care that WindClan is supposedly on good terms with ShadowClan, nor that Sablestar's kin lies just over the border. When Sassafraschill spots Bluegale, his hackles are met in kind.

"I don't know where you heard that," he snaps, a haughty scoff rising in his throat. As if this sinewy tom would send him to Cicadabuzz's den. Bluegale digs his claws into the marshy earth, heart thrumming in his paws and begging him to slash at the warrior. "Is WindClan hurting for prey? You look like it," Bluegale casts a glance behind Sassafraschill, eyes glimmering when he realizes that the tomcat is- "Alone." The observation is breathed, low and dangerous. Bluegale makes the decision to advance on the blue tabby, making quick work of the pavement. Who does this cat think he is? "We'll avoid a fight if you just give me the prey you stole," he advises, but after a pause he adds more liltingly "But I think I'd like a fight with a hare anyway."

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⊹ bluegale is a shadowclan warrior who is gregarious and loud.
⊹ 43 moons old, ages on the first day of each month.
⊹ currently has no apprentice, formerly mentored websight.
⊹ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically easy
⊹ his parents are swan x meister and he is siblings to halfshade and hollowmist.
⊹ penned by carat, see his tags here.