Open Event Border ThunderClan ALWAYS KILLING TIME + thunderclan patrol

[OWLBARK]

The ShadowClan border smelled putrid. Before Owlbark had joined the colonies, he avoided this area. The thunderpath's acrid tang and the sparse underbrush that hugged the black stone felt so unnatural compared to the forest he had made his home. He was happy to leave this strip of strange to the ShadowClanners. No decent sized prey was found over here, anyway. Leave the scrawny swamp cats to their bones.

The deputy was displeased to even go near it, but border needed marking and prey needed gathering. He couldn't avoid it forever. The tabby tom sloshes his way through the mud with a grimace. Rain ran off of the thunderpath and collected in the sparse vegetation where it only created swaths of mud. He lifted his paw and inspected the mud that dripped from it. His patrolmates behind him seemed to hit the same deep patch he had from the sounds of the mud sucking at their paws. He turns his head to speak to them, warning of getting stuck, when a monster races past in a roar. He closed his eyes from the noise and pressed his belly to the wet mud. He whipped his head to track the monster running past, but instead found his eyes to meet Sablestar.

The bicolor tom wrenched the memory of Hawthorne's lifeless body from the back of his mind. He flashes his teeth rashly and his tail flicked in frustration behind him. "Sablestar." He couldn't bring himself to give a greeting of any kind to the ShadowClan leader.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚

• ooc: @SABLESTAR @Magnoliapeak @grizzlypaw : ̗̀➛ @Tusslekit
  
  rolled a 12!
  

  New deputy @OWLBARK leads his patrol to ShadowClan, and the rain from this morning seems to be making a little hard to traverse the closer to swamp they get. Roll a dice! 1-10 your character gets stuck! 11-20 you walk unhindered.

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  ☾ OWLBARK
  ☾ THUNDERCLAN DEPUTY
  ☾ 51 moons, ages every 1st of the month
  ☾ open to peaceful interactions
  ☾ "SPEECH"
  ☾ penned by muddly

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[grizzlypaw : ̗̀➛]

Out on a patrol with the deputy and Grizzlypaw can't stop himself from thinking how he should be walking beside the tom a warrior, not an apprentice. He had outgrown his first nest from the apprentices a couple moons ago now as his body became all fluff and muscle from training. Hazelheart was a good mentor, kind to him and leading the path to warriorhood with grace of course. Most of the time he spent outside of camp these days was for hunting, which had become one of his favorite activities after finding a knack for it. The list of prey he had yet to catch had grown smaller and smaller by the day.

"This mud sucks major owl eggs." The rosette grumbled as he uselessly flicked off the mud from his paw, only to sink it back in as he took another step. "Like the biggest you could probably find. One that'd make ya look at them and go ouch for that owl." Since he wasn't here as a warrior, he would opt to complain as an apprentice instead. Grizzlypaw wasn't able to go far with it as a monster roared past them and he joined Owlbark in huddling to the ground instinctively, perking his ears up as he spoke a name that had echoed in the nursery like a ghost.

Grizzlypaw looked at Magnoliapeak with pinned ears. "What's he doing there?"

A TRIP TO THE RAINBOW ☆ FOR A POT OF GOLD

• //rolled a 15!
  "speech"
  
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• GRIZZLYPAW he/him, thunderclan, twelve moons.
  ☆ a lh chocolate rosette tabby with blue eyes // large cat breed build
  ☆ mentored by hazelheart
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / always tag subacct
  ☆ penned by gonkpilled ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots / click for toyhou.se

 

[SABLESTAR]

The rain had been a lovely constant in the pocosin. It greeted the Clan on the night of their arrival and stayed with them through the moons of their growing pains, stretching and shifting to fit into their lives as new beings. As Clan cats, with a purpose that spoke more than to survive by luck and will, but rather to thrive in uniting.

As the days of newleaf etched closer to it's end, though, the rain became less and less. It first began with longer hours in between, then a day or so, and now Sablestar had counted three sunrises since the scent of petrichor greeted him in his den. The pocosin hadn't wholly dried up, at least, but he could tell the difference in the way his paws felt on firmer ground.

Something about the heat had kept him from falling asleep after Stoatpaw's training. No matter the amount of tossing and turning himself across the moss, his head still raced ahead of him. A vain attempt in tiring himself further into sleep felt like the only reasonable option, which brought him to the thunderpath, chasing that scent of damp air. He could see across the path, with a bit of amusement, some of ThunderClan's finest walking about in the muck. Dramkit and Magpiepaw would be naturals padding through it, he is sure.

As expected in any vicinity of the black-stoned earth, a monster brayed through with little warning. He paused in his movement as one of the ThunderClanners caught him in sight, his name spilling from the toms name like a poison. "... ThunderClanner." Sablestar replied simply, unsure of what he could have done to disturb this one so greatly. His appearance spoke to him from the colony days but a name delayed to arise- he must not be very important, then. "You look to be enjoying yourselves, trying to look like ShadowClan warriors!" He continued on in poor attempts to jest. "Ah, I do wish Brightpetal could be here for that one. He might have actually laughed with me."

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• "mew"
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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-eight moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[serpentberry serpentberry]

"You apprentices say the oddest of things...!" Serpentberry mutters as she follows the patrol. She had sent Rowanpaw off to join a different group, hoping a 'divide and conquer' scenario would provide their herb stores an ample boost. It seemed like a good idea, at least, until the rain began pouring and shifting the muck beneath her paws. The dirt on their side of the thunderpath wasn't made for this much rain. It bubbles and sticks and squelches... Serpentberry winces as Owlbark crouches with the sound of a monster, and earns himself a new smattering of mud upon his stomach.

Her gaze flicks over the thunderpath to where Sablestar stands proudly. He mentions their former deputy and she cracks a smile, almost too willing to expose that the kid hadn't been able to keep up. But that wouldn't be conducive to the Clan, now would it? It'd make them weak, and to Juniperstar's... mate, she shouldn't allow the tom to believe his lover's Clan is failing. "We don't need much to laugh at you, Sable~!" She tuts back, her soaked tail waving in the wind, "Seeing that ugly mug of yours is enough to give me a fit of giggles if I let it!"

[ rolled a 16!! ]

 

[Tickpaw Tickpaw]

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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Tickpaw was growing. He could feel it in everything... The awkward length of his legs, the strange, unbalanced way he moved sometimes, as if his body hadn't caught up to itself. He felt it when he hunted, when he trained, when he stood in the marsh with the weight of ShadowClan's legacy clinging to his fur like dew. He was growing, and he noticed. ShadowClan had treated him well… in its own way. It didn't coddle or comfort, but it had offered something he hadn't had before: a place to live. Not just survive, but live. That mattered.

His orange eyes drifted to Sablestar. He watched the leader for a long, quiet moment, curiosity stirring beneath the surface. What went through his head, he wondered? Did leadership fulfill him, or weigh on him? Did he ever doubt? The questions passed as quickly as they came. Tickpaw didn't linger on thoughts like that. Not often. Movement pulled his attention. ThunderClan. He watched the patrol approach, ears twitching, expression unreadable. He had heard stories. Watched them before from across the border. But he hadn't spoken to many. Not really. He flicked a torn ear, stepping quietly to stand near Sablestar, tall and silent in the muck. The mud didn't bother him anymore. It was part of him now, as natural as breath.

His gaze slid across the ThunderClan cats, settling briefly on a she-cat in their ranks. She looked as thrilled to see them as a fish on dry land. His expression didn't change, save for the smallest flicker of dry amusement in his eyes. A slow blink. A slight head tilt. Then, calmly, to Sablestar he spoke: " …I don't think they'll manage the mud as well as we do. "

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