{$title} A ShadowClan patrol crosses through four trees seeking SkyClans border but finds that WindClan's scent is strong there.
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When the sun fell beneath the horizon, they set for the border. Ivory claws ripped at the soft soil as they moved through the marsh and into four trees. Sealdawn was no worse for wear from it, except for a mangled ear. A scar earned in battle should be something to celebrate, but not that one. Like all wounds, it scabbed and grew new skin, but none of them would be able to look at it without thinking of SkyClan's slight. She fucking hoped they would show their faces tonight so she could memorize the face of whoever dared look down on her clan and anyone in it.
The swamp thinned and gave to the crisp, sharp scent of leaf litter, oak, and… "I know we're near the border, but WindClan scents real strong here." She huffed in through her nostrils. It was so thick she might've thought there was a WindClan patrol right next to them.
If they were trying to claim four trees, then there were gonna be problems. Not that she had anything against WindClan, but if anything, ShadowClan and ThunderClan had first dibs. Many of their clans were ex-colonists, including Sablestar. Then again, why didn't they claim fourtrees? Sure, there were the gatherings, but who says they couldn't still have them? They needed prey, so shouldn't they take more territory anyway? Maybe she'd ask Wolfpack or Jadethorn later.
"Let's look around. If WindClan's been marking here, Sablestar should know." Checking the boundary wasn't her only mission tonight, but there was enough time to do both. As long as she got back to camp before daylight.
@Sealdawn @Belladonnadance
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In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines
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FLEAFIRE14 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson
Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.
We'll shiver the whole night through
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