Open Border SC all people must smile in times of war ⋆₊˚ ShadowClan border patrol

[bluegale bluegale]

REPAY ME IN KIND

Bluegale has no earthy idea how he has ended up in this position. Let alone why Jadethorn has chosen him out of everyone in ShadowClan to lead this patrol. Perhaps if it were any other circumstances he might feel more honored by the opportunity, but as it stands right now it feels like he is willingly walking into the maw of the beast. Though he wonders if ThunderClan would turn their noses up at the opportunity to jump on a patrol with kits on it. Not only is this supposed to serve as a border patrol, but Jadethorn has decided that they will be unceremoniously chaperoning her brood of sniveling brats to where they had recovered Coalstrike when he was barely alive.

Atypical of Bluegale, he says nothing to Hollowmist as they move side by side toward the thunderpath that scars the earth between ThunderClan and ShadowClan's territories. Though his blue pelt brushes against his sibling's pale one, its warmth comforting him. He feels childishly indignant about helming this, certain that it will devolve quickly if not turn into an all-out skirmish. Jadethorn is just that sort of cat. And what then? Will he be expected to fight? To protect kits that aren't his, nor that he even remotely cares about? Maybe Sablestar would feel in some ways relieved to have less mouths to feed. Bluegale quickly squashes that thought, feeling bitter at the gruesome nature of it.

His tail tip twitches in irritation as they reach the thunderpath, stopping just short of the blacktop. "It was here," he grits out, inhaling the acrid scent of asphalt as if it might clear his head. He turns to Jadethorn, though he only meets her eyes for a moment: "This is where we found him." His head whips around to face the blacktop again, as if Coalstrike might reappear as some hellish apparition. But there's no one, and Coalstrike's blood has long since been washed away by the rains brought by the wet season rolling back into the pocosin. He shudders. A monster roars in the distance as it draws closer, and Bluegale gestures for them to back away and hunker in the foliage along the thunderpath.

"No one will touch the thunderpath," he demands of them, tail lashing. If Jadethorn's kits weren't here he might have added that they would be turned into roadkill like Coalstrike had, but he keeps his cruel statement in singularity.

/ @Jadethorn (+ her kits), @Hollowmist @viperhowl are patrolling, but you don't have to wait for them :)

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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.

 

[Silverkit Silverkit]

——————————— From here you like like ants in a row.✦

The kitten couldn't BELIEVE it! Clearly, Momma or Dad had to have pulled some whiskers or whatever for all of them to be brought on a patrol! They were basically already apprentices at this point, and ohh, was Silverkit gonna rub in all the other kittens' faces. Imagine being so lame you couldn't be trusted to go on an actual patrol with warriors!

They trotted along, tail up and proud as they followed Bluegale and what's-its-face. They didn't care enough to learn their name; the only reason they remembered Bluegale was 'cause Momma told them to follow him! And, so, they did. Though someday they wouldn't be the ones following! They'd be the one leading, cause someday Dad would be the leader, so that only meant Silverkit was just as destined for something great.

Everyone else looked sorta... Dsitracyed almost. There was something in their faces the spotted kitten couldn't quite discern. Silverkit couldn't read expressions well, but that's everyone else's fault for not just telling them what was wrong (Or maybe they had, but the kitten didn't deem it important enough to care).

Then, something terrible-smelling caught the kittens' attention, face wrinkling in horror. "Ew.. What is that!" They spat, ears flattening in disgust at whatever it was. It better be gone soon, or Silverkit wasn't going to shut up about how awful it was, which usually solved the problem.

But, instead, something did manage to shut them up. An opening before them, where Bluegale and uh... Black-and-Whitegale? (Again, Silverkit didn't care to know their name) The two warriors came to a stop. They had been walking ahead of their Momma and siblings, dead set on being the first to see whatever they had come to observe. And it was.... Nothing?

Their face scrunched up. "What? There's nothing here. It just smells bad." The kitten pouted, about ready to throw a fit. But something caught their attention, making their face scrunch up. "Why do I have to listen to you." They huffed, defiantly. Bluegale wasn't their Momma, or Dad, or anyone important really (that being any on the council, in Silverkit's eyes. Except Cicadabuzz, Momma had been extra upset at bug).

The kitten didn't understand properly why they had been brought here; they had watched Papa die, watched his body grow cold and be buried in the earth. They knew something hurt him and he had been brought home, but either they hadn't paid enough attention or the dots didn't connect, but the kitten fearlessly (or perhaps, foolishly) stepped towards the Thunderpath. Their face knitted more in confusion than concern, which only changed as the rumbling they hadn't noticed grew louder.

—— It doesn't a killer to murder,

It only takes the reason for the kill. ——

• OOC - Silverkit, dont walk into oncoming traffic challenge (they wont die i promise) someone can snatch them up and jadethorn will be scolding them :p (taru gave me permission to send silver to run ahead and cause issues teehee)
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  Silverkit
  ✦—Shadowclan kitten
  ✦—They/Them
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A stocky blue rosette tabby with Finnish roan spotting and mismatched eyes.
  #67739A

 

[viperhowl]

He didn't understand why he had to join this border patrol, but the tom was here regardless, and he'd take it. Especially to look for treasures or be of some use, though he'd much rather hunt than have to deal with thunderclan. Or jadethorns kits. He'd swear his eyeballs would be stuck in his head at this point as they continued to trot and run and trip and scare away prey- just anything they could do to be obnoxious. They should've known he wasn't a fan of kits, but here he was, and he just had to deal.

He just wished they knew how to shut their little traps. Unfortunately, they continued on. When the patrol finally reached the thunder path, his fur stiffened on the end as he felt the rumbling. His nose lowered to the ground, whiskers brushing against the mud before flicking them and lifting his head- ears perked. Golden eyes flicked as Silverkit only proved his point, acting as if they were something special- when they weren't. They were lucky their mother was here, or Viperhowl wasn't sure he could actually hold his tongue on trying to knock down their cockiness.

Until, well, the little brat started trotting forward. Not only being a shithead, but defying a warrior of all things. Bright lights shined through the shadows, and the fur stood as Viperhowl darted forward, attempting to snag their scruff and pull them from even breathing on the road. "You brat!" He howled, like his namesake, golden eyes lighting up like embers as he knitted eyebrows together and flattened his ears. "D'ya listen to anyone besides yourself?" He growled, digging his his paw into the mud and gritting teeth as he bit back more words. This kid really had rocks for brains... Maybe even more so then himself. His heart thudded in his chest, having been mere tail lengths from the passing monster before pulling them out of the way.

This kid really wanted to see their father again, huh?

(Let me know if I need to edit anything!!!)
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[BLISTERINGFURYBLISTERINGFURY's icon]

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Blisteringfury hated the Thunderpath that marked the border between Shadowclan and Thunderclan even if it helped in keeping the crowfood eaters on their side of the territory, his green eyes catching sight of the Shadowclanners, and his nose wrinkling at the smell of asphalt. His feathery tail lashes behind him as he draws close enough to see a kitten stumble forth onto the path disregarding the orders of the other warriors, the ranger simply watches from where he stands, and doesn't bat an eye when he notes the approaching pawsteps of a monster that makes the ground shake.

His pupils narrowing into dangerous slits as he watches the scene unfold before him, how foolish of Shadowclan to bring a brood of kittens here, especially with the dangers that the Thunderpath brings and he has to hold a snort of disdain as one of the warriors snatch up the kitten from the asphalt river. The patchwork tomcat would've never brought his own kits to such a place and despite being a parent of five, he can't find an ounce of concern for the bratty kit that had decided to risk their own hide (and possibly their own clanmates), and a nonexistent brow quirks.

"I know it isn't any of my business nor do I fucking care but... doesn't it seem rather idiotic to bring unruly kits to the Thunderpath?" The tortoiseshell remarks sharply focusing his gaze onto the caregiver that seems to tag along with the rest of the warriors and his tail brushes against some of the foliage on his side of the border "And irresponsible too." He continues in a rather aloof tone but again, he doesn't care what small thought process these Shadowclanners had, after all, their grand leader is Sablestar himself. The very same tom that had severed the colony in half only for it to split and tore ruin for everyone... including himself.

He wouldn't wish any harm upon any of the kits in all truth but he saw no bright futures for any of them if the adults of Shadowclan are so dull and careless...

ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?

BLISTERINGFURY

THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/IT​

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a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone

venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.

 

[tenebrouspaw]

"I'll be fine, Trembletuft! Dad's this way...!"

Tenebrouspaw, much to the chagrin of her mentor, slips away from their short training session to trot towards the border. Her gaze flits over Blisteringfury first, as if to ensure her dad hasn't been caught in any scrap yet, and then to the warriors across the way. To her surprise, while there are plenty of older felines there, they seem to be outnumbered by tots! Her eyebrows furrow, as Tenebrouspaw has never been the sort to obscure her emotion. Her father says it best. This is idiotic and irresponsible.

"They're trying to lighten the load," she snarks as she comes up beside the thunderpath, not knowing (nor caring, unfortunately,) how important this is for the kits and their mother. The scene looks no different to the mottled apprentice, after all. The blood has washed away as as far as she's concerned, no ThunderClan cat came home with an injury worth remembering. "Let a few kits mysteriously find a different Clan, then they won't have to feed them anymore. Pathetic." Or, even worse, the ShadowClan warriors intend for them to be flattened by monsters. She wrinkles her nose again.

 

[Tickfrost Tickfrost]

When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the paws of the Stars"

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Tickfrost's torn ear twitched once, the faintest tremor of tension betraying the otherwise still set of his shoulders as he padded beside Bluegale. His paws carried him forward, but his mind... His mind had wandered far behind. The thunderpath had a way of digging claws into his memories. He remembered it too clearly. The first time he'd seen this black river of stone, he'd been so small, barely more than a scrap of fur and bone, fleeing the suffocating dark of the mill. His lungs had burned from running; his ears had still rung with the wails of those left behind. The sky had been too big then, the air too sharp, the earth too alive. He'd stumbled across this strange, stinking path, the world shaking beneath the roar of monsters, and he had learned what terror truly was.

Now, moons later, that same fear coiled tight beneath his ribs.

His orange eyes flicked toward the kits, especially Silverkit, too close. Far, far too close. The distant rumble of a monster rose, and every muscle in Tickfrost's body went taut. His heart stuttered as the kit moved, reckless and innocent. He didn't think, he moved but before he could lunge forward, Viperhowl was already there, sweeping Silverkit back to safety. Tickfrost froze mid-step, breath hitching before a long, shuddering sigh left him. His tail lashed once. " Fox-dung... taking six kits out to the thunderpath... " he muttered under his breath, trying his best not to be heard. " Brilliant plan, that... " His voice was edged, frustration laced with relief.

Then came the drawl. A voice that grated against his already-fraying nerves. ThunderClan. He turned sharply, orange eyes snapping to the sources, Blisteringfury and Tenebrouspaw. One was young, but the tone, the nerve, it dug under his skin like thorns. " Oh... " he said flatly, the word carrying both disdain and warning. His tail flicked, slow and deliberate. " How easily those words spill out of your mouth. " He took a single step forward, not aggressive, but heavy with the weight of something cold and dangerous. " Tell me... " he went on, voice low, steady, and carrying the echo of a growl beneath it. " Were you so quick to say this because the thought crossed your mind with the kits of ThunderClan? " His eyes narrowed, a flash of the old anger glinting through the calm. " Think before you spit poison. "

He tilted his head slightly, never breaking eye contact. " Why we're here is our business. You-- " a flick of his tail toward the border " Would do well to stay on your side of it. Unless you're so desperate to start something your leader will have to clean up later. " There was a moment to breathe before he finally snorted, almost lazily so. " Do us both a favor. Turn around. Take that stench of yours with you. I'm sure ThunderClan's got better business than picking fights with ShadowClan on a leaf-fall morning. " His words weren't shouted. They didn't need to be. They carried the quiet, simmering threat of a cat who'd seen enough monsters to know which ones to fear and which ones to make others fear.

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[tenebrouspaw]

Tenebrouspaw doesn't look away from the troupe - thus far outnumbered by the parade of kits they've let wander this far. The tortoiseshell is finally flanked by her mentor, who shortly before Tickfrost's disaste, tries to nudge her away from the border. She levels her sharp glare towards him for a moment before hearing the warrior's voice and looking back towards ShadowClan. He talks - and walks... and talks. Tenebrouspaw, easily riled by even a wayward leaf, barks at him mid-speech with, "Ugh, what are you even gabbing on about?"

Obviously, he doesn't stop. And just as obviously, the tortoiseshell grows more frustrated with his prolonged, to her nonsensical, holier than thou speech. He steps closer to her in a threatening sense, yet tries to hold a nonplussed air about him. Tenebrouspaw doesn't bother with the faux unbothered nature. She burns hot and bright, matching his stride and leaning her paws against the thunderpath. Her mentor, again, tries to pull her back, but to no avail.

"You're the one flapping your nasty gums at us!" She snipes, tail lashing behind her. "Quit being a mouse and put your prey where your mouth is, dirt-breath! I'm here waiting for you to be another stain on the thunderpath! StarClan, I can't stand how pompous you losers are...!" An outraged teen, the apprentice flares her nostrils at the warrior, daring him to act on his own petty nature. After all, he can't appear any better than he is for goading an apprentice into a fight. ShadowClan raises them like that, she thinks - to latch their teeth into low hanging fruit and believe they've caught themselves a hare.

Trembletuft demands she stand down. Tenebrouspaw does not. She waits for Tickfrost to do as he promised, staring directly at the blue furred warrior.

 

[Magnoliapeak]

I SIP A TOAST TO NORMALCY

ShadowClan is always sticking their nose where it doesn't belong and otherwise doing mindblowingly stupid things, so it does not surprise her when she hears her clanmates goading about a ShadowClan patrol bringing kits along to the thunderpath. She thinks she sees one of them yank a kit off of the thunderpath as dilute paws bring her a few tail-lengths from the asphalt. She licks her lips with disgust, trying to do something to curb the horrible smell. Why any cat comes here on their own accord is beyond her. She hangs back from her clanmates, listening to Tenebrouspaw and Tickfrost hurl long-winded insults at one another.

She might have been inclined to ignore the situation altogether, but it seems like the blue ShadowClanner and tortoiseshell ThunderClanner are about to throw themselves at one another. Magnoliapeak directs a sharp, wordless look at Blisteringfury and Trembletuft. Did neither of them care that this apprentice was out of control? As her mentor demands for Tenebrouspaw to stand down- regardless that it goes ignored- the storm guard decides that she does not want to be the cat to pull her and Tickfrost apart if she lost her mind.

"Leave them be," Magnoliapeak demands with the sharp lash of her tail "If they want to get run over by monsters that's their own prerogative." She scoffs and turns away from the blacktop, casting a final glance over her shoulder across to the pocosin on the other side. Just as she'd heard, there was a group of kits on the other side. Magnoliapeak rolls her eyes and looks back to the forest of her own territory. "Don't lose your self-control or you'll end up no better than the lot of them," is all that Magnoliapeak affords Tenebrouspaw before trotting back into the denser trees. She hopes that Blisteringfury and Trembletuft might be able to control the apprentice. If she can't be tamed by her father and her mentor she might as well be a lost cause.

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✿ magnoliapeak is a thunderclan storm guard with sharp resolve and strict standards.
✿ 30 moons old, ages on the 11th of each month.
✿ currently mentoring flickerpaw and sandpiperpaw
✿ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically difficult
✿ her parents are hazelheart x bracken. she is littermate to honeysucklecry and hyacinthrain. she is gen 2 on the junipersable tree.
✿ penned by carat, see her tags here.