Open Border ShadowClan beyond the horizon [open/ border patrol]

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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The thunderpath was quiet that morning. No monsters yet, just the baked stench of old tar curling under the heat of the sun. Wolfpack padded to the edge of it with a steady gait, eyes flicking across the flat stone stretch and toward the golden rise of Windclan territory beyond. Long grass, warm wind, rolling hills. It always looked a little too clean to him. Too exposed.

"This is the thunderpath. It's quiet today, but the monsters that run on it will crush a cat beneath them without even stopping to wipe their paws." It was a grim ending. Worse if you survived. Often a cat was never the same, their body ruined to the point where they were forced to scavenge or depend on the kindness of others. "Lucky for us, they don't usually tend to leave these paths of theirs unless they're ready to die."

Like the one he'd been born in, or the one lodged in the tree not far from their current location. . "This one wraps around our territory, and acts as a divider between us and the other clans."" he explained, tail giving a relaxed flick despite the watch he had on his surroundings. "Windclans on the other side here. We're on good standing thanks to Sablestar having kin there, but don't let that trick you into thinking they wouldn't unsheathe their claws if they saw reason to."

Eyes of dusk and ocean flicked sideways, not unkind as they settled on the young tortoiseshell. " Friendliness isn't the same as loyalty, and most cats will side with their own during times of pressure."

Drought. Limited prey. Lost territory. There was a myriad of things that could change their standing with the group. That could turn a happy, friendly neighbour into a nightmare.

But that was for another time. Today, things were good and the peace between them held.

"Here. Tell mere what you smell." he instructed, jerking his chin in the direction of the fields across the road. Would she be able to taste the fields beyond the tar? Sense the approach of the Windclanners that were just beyond the hill?

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — just a chill lil border patrol where Wolf teaches his apprentice a bit about Windclan. This is technically retro to a few weeks ago (because I've been slacking) :) speaking to @cloudberrypaw but no need to wait!
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• shadowclan deputy - male - mentoring Cloudberrypaw - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars

 

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

Merrystalk breathed the muggy air of that morning. Even with the day new, the heat of greenleaf made days sticky and humid, but it never changed his routine. A morning run, stopping only for select things; prey, intruders, the like. Otherwise, he takes the emptiness of the moors as a welcoming beginning to his day, making sure he was ready for anything.

He paused as the scent of something caught his attention. For a moment, he wondered if it was some murky prey emerging from across the Thunderpath, crocodile or similarly slimy beast. And yet, as he crested over the final hill before the Thunderpath, he was pleasantly surprised to see a mentor and apprentice pair.

Padding towards them, he chuckled warmly, the scene reminiscent of bringing his patrol to the thunderpath to teach the apprentices safety across the foul-smelling monster path. He called out to them as he trotted towards the pair, smelling more cats not far off. "Mornin' y'all! Don't think 've had the pleasure to meet either 've ya'." Though the appearance of the warrior seemed vaguely familiar, had Sablestar mentioned him before?

He made his way to the other side of the Thunderpath from the cats, ear flicking as he settled on his haunches. "Where's my manners! M' name's Merrystalk, did I run into an apprentice's lesson?" The tortoiseshell clicked his tongue without thought, gaze flickering to the little apprentice at the side of the frankly huge tom. For being allies he hadn't actually had a chance to talk all too much with their neighbours, there was no time but the present to fix that!

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 29 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
  #9D6E46

 

[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 person here

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The scent of ShadowClan muddied the path before him like an oil spill, twisting his maw into a frown as he followed Merrystalk to the further edge of the prairie. The ShadowClanners on the other side of the divide were smart enough to remain on their side, and telling from the sight the tom and his apprentice appeared to be alone. In his quiet observation, he remained a few paces to the Gale Guard's side, remaining vigilant until he was comfortable to confirm there was no other patrol lingering about. Merrystalk's assumption leaned correct that this was a simple lesson being taught.

"Make sure your 'prentice knows we don't take kindly to trespassin'." Sassafras drawled coolly, unsheathing his claws from one of his paws.