Jadethorn was a smart molly, entrusting her with this patrol felt like another way that the molly could worm her way into the higher folds of the Shadowclan ranks. Perhaps she could even worm her way into Sablestar's den, she was sure the moody tom could use more kits... not to mention that she was sure having the leader's spawn would come with perks of their own.
Her white fur almost blended in with the stark white snow, though as they got closer to the Thunderpath that acted as the border between themselves and Thunderclan it grew darker --- muddied with the bile and dirt that the monsters seemed to track as they roared down the path. She paused a few feet from the thunderpath, realizing that she could not actually see it. She could hear the monsters thundering by, but her vision of the path itself was obscured by two huge mountains of the dirtied snow. As the monsters roared by, the piles seemed to be growing higher and higher --- blocking their vision of the thunderpath and of their neighbouring clan. Marrow's mouth curled slightly, turning to look at her patrol.
"Keep your wits, I'm not sure why the monsters are building these towers of snow." She meowed, gesturing to the large mountains as she cautiously padded forward.
OOC@Sealdawn@Frecklefern@viperhowl -> Large mountains of snow are piled up on both sides of the thunderpath! Monsters pass by with huge horns to make the mountains higher, be sure to avoid getting swept up and buried!
THIEF OF SHADOWCLAN she / her, female 51 moons old, ages on the 18th. rosemary x unknown, littermate to frostbite, blight, angel mentored by darkmaw, mentor to none mated to none, ex-mated to cherub, frogheart mother to hoarfrostcrown, frigidcloud, Frozenheart, Shiverflame
The day he understood the doings of monsters was ... well, probably not ever to come, if he were being honest. Plenty of the goings-on in his day-to-day life remained opaque to him, even when he felt his Clanmates all understood - comprehending the infamously mysterious motivations and behaviors of the nefarious creatures that raced along the Thunderpath seemed far-fetched. If someone were to crack the code, he was more than a little confident that it wasn't going to be him. That was okay. That wasn't his job, thank the stars. His job was to do stuff like this: striding along the border alongside his fellow ThunderClanners, keeping an eye on things, ensuring that the potent forest-cat scent remained present...just in case. In case of what, exactly, depended on the day...and on the doings of those like the cats he noticed on the other side of the Thunderpath.
The small bicolor took in a deep breath and sprang up to stand atop the snowbank, fluffing out his fur as he swept his gaze over the ShadowClanners. As a general rule, Blizzardblaze would opt for cordiality - even if, truth be told, he did could not fully find it in himself to trust the ShadowClanners. Not after all that had happened, anyway. "What will they think of next?" He called out to Marrowkeeper, having caught the thief's words to her Clanmates. He grinned, hoping the joke would amuse at least one cat, either in his patrol or Marrowkeeper's. She had a good point about the dirty snow-mountains, anyway; the trouble of creating them seemed to greatly outweigh any potential benefit. "Maybe they shove it away when it gets dirty?" Blizzardblaze speculated, extending one white paw to prod a particularly large chunk of mud. The Thunderpath was filthy, after all - maybe it bothered the monsters, too.
The cold is bothersome, agitating old aches and outlining his scars in pulsing pain. Warpath knows he's not old enough to be getting the same sore joints that the elders complain of, but this is surely something like it. Still, patrols are necessary for the clan to function, so he follows after his clanmates until the sound of voices reaches his ears. ShadowClanners, likely, discussing the large banks of snow piling up along the thunderpath. "It would be nice to be that large, to shove all my problems out of the way," he muses, tipping his head toward the giant mound of mud-snow.
"They hide us from the monsters' view, at least—unless you do that!" Halfway through his sentence he's cut off by the other ThunderClanner hopping atop one of the piles of snow. "Be careful," comes his advice, a nervous tilt of his ears accompanying the words. Truly, Blizzardblaze isn't likely to need the reminder, but around the thunderpath one can never be certain. Besides, it's Warpath's duty to keep his clanmates safe as well as he can. He should be the one up there at risk. So after a moment of hesitation, the scarred ranger follows Blizzardblaze on up to the top of the snowdrift. From there he can see the patrol across the border, and casts a glance at each of them. They seem more cautious, or at least their leader does, holding back from approaching the piled-up snow.
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WARPATH
HE/THEY, THUNDERCLAN RANGER short, scarred brown-and-white cat with one yellow eye ; determined & expressive, cares deeply for his clanmates enhanced healing npc x npc ; no known kin peaceful powerplay allowed ; likes physical contact played by foxlore
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