Border ShadowClan CINDERELLA'S DEAD ❤︎₊ ⊹ shadowclan patrol

[Halfshade Halfshade Halfshade's icon]

YOU'RE WELCOME BITCH, THE SHOW IS FREE

I DON'T DO THE WALK OF SHAME - I STRUT

"-it always smells like wet moss here after it rains, I could do without it frankly. Not that ShadowClan has it any better but at least the marsh has a more subtle one you know." It was idle chatter, she found herself more inclined to be social with company that didn't grate on her nerves and given she had picked this patrol herself she had cats with her that she had either a fondness for or an interest in. Gravel was new, quiet but seemingly willing to bow to those with more seniority which was always favorable and Geckoflame was a pleasant enough molly to talk to; they both had the same opinions in a way and were both vocally upfront which was always refreshing. And then her dear siblings, Bluegale was a last minute addition to this group that she bullied into coming along and Hollowmist could use a more calm break far-far away from RiverClan. She was of the opinion it wouldn't be so willing to pick a fighter after that disaster, so it was a safe bet. Halfshade was a little tickled with herself, choosing cats for a patrol wasn't all that hard really, she didn't see why Wolfpack regarded it as if it were an irritation but then again he did that with everything; their deputy was a complete downer and more than a little unsettling. She imagines that any sort of socializing aspect was foreign and bothersome for him - can't be assed to mingle with the little people could he.
The bicolor molly lifted her paws high to avoid letting the taller grass by the thunderpath swipe at her limbs too much, she didn't want to get filthy on this excursion because grooming her fur would take time from a possible nap later when they got back; with Smogmaw no longer needing to act with any kind of authority she could laze about with him more often now and while the brief power grab was still in the back of her mind, she did prefer this a bit more.
"Wolfpack told me to watch out for any ghosts trying to pick mushrooms, so if you see one toss them a few-I don't take orders from stick in the muds~"

Ooc- @GRAVEL & @GECKOFLAME & @Hollowmist & @bluegale

♥ I like turning heads - breaking necks ♥ Highheels in the morning.

Halfshade
♥ — ShadowClan
♥ — She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
♥ — Blue Torbie w/Blue & Orange Eyes.
#FEA8A8—#8087BD

 

[GRAVEL GRAVEL]

Take you to the grave, I'll ghost

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The tabby walked at the rear of the patrol, not lagging behind but not quite blending in either. Wide shoulders flexed with each step, ripping her paws free with every sinking step. The scent of topsoil clung thick to the damp, and she wrinkled her nose slightly at the clogged feeling it left. Pine and bark, and wet moss rich from the rains.

Halfshade's voice carried forward, filling the space with easy chatter. Gravel listened, but she did not join in. A singular blue eye wouldn't waver from the path ahead. Any talk about the weather—or 'ghosts' going mushroom picking was lost on her.

She did not know any of these cats well. Gravel was used to living with other cats but even before the barn burned, she did not bother getting to know them.

With all luck, today would be uneventful. A simple walk to the border and back. She saw no reason to disturb their ears with her grating cords.

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I know I can be so cold

 

[Hollowmist's iconHollowmist]

♢Worried 'Bout The Future

Ain't Fuckin' With The Past♢

"...I like the smell of wet moss, here." Hollowmist chimes into the conversation from the center of the patrol. Its tail held high despite the recent encounter with Riverclan- it was surprised it was being trusted to go on a patrol again so soon if it was honest. And a border patrol was a more than welcome reprieve. "It's almost like rain."

Their nose crinkles as they glance at the thunderpath, glaring at the tarmac as if it had personally been the thing to scar Hollow's face. "What I don't like is how the thunderpath smells after rain- especially when it gets warmer." The thunderpath sometimes made a cat's eyes water even on a dry day, after rain its scent seemed almost magnified by the sun baking it dry and it was something the chimera had found it loathed.

The new stranger had hardly said much of a word since joining Shadowclan. It knew she was apparently Coalstrike's daughter- it seemed he had gotten around some before having Copper and his siblings (and even adopting Marble and Possum). Hollowmist slowed their pace to match with Gravel's, curiousity winning out over their dislike of conversing with strangers. They didn't want to outright ask here where she was from, though. She didn't seem keen on talking about herself and Hollowmist could understand that somewhat.

"What do you think they look like...? I heard Wolfpack say they have four ears. I think he's pulling our tails. I've never heard of a cat having four ears." They lean towards the other in a none too quiet whisper.

Ain't Got No Time To Waste On Bullshit

♢

You Know I Gotta Keep My Head On Straight

• ooc notes: apprentice tag @hemlockpaw
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  Hollowmist
  — Thief of Shadowclan
  — It/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A LH Black/Fawn Chimera W/ High White (LaPerm)
  #a7767c

 

[bluegale bluegale]

𓆝 . ° ✦

Bluegale finds himself often comforted by the presence of his siblings. They are each, within their own rights, a sort of force of nature, but their family has always been tight-knit and dependable. However, anyone who has the misfortune of finding themselves in the presence of the triad tends to fall on the wayside, just as Gravel and Geckoflame have as Bluegale, Halfshade, and Hollowmist all practically walk shoulder-to-shoulder. Halfshade is the most social among them, and because of her the chatter extends beyond just her siblings. Though Gravel doesn't seem particularly interested in engaging with any of them anyhow.

"I've gotten used to the smell of the marsh," Bluegale comments, though he guesses he hasn't really given it much thought otherwise. He isn't particularly what anyone would describe as being environmentally sensitive. "The smell does get stronger after it rains though." He parts his jaws to take in a breath. It does smell like moss here, but Halfshade seems to have a stronger opinion of it than he does. The moist scent is unremarkable. He does nod in agreement with Hollowmist though; the smell of the thunderpath is already repugnant, and the rain only serves to exacerbate the unpleasant odors.

Bluegale is conscientious not to splash any mud onto his siblings. Or well, mostly Halfshade, lest he incur quite the tongue lashing from his sister. But his paws still squelch uncomfortably where the wet moss has sloughed off of stone and branch into mud. Hollowmist falls back to try and chat with Gravel, but Bluegale remains beside Halfshade. "I don't believe in ghosts anyhow," he scoffs at her remarks regarding Wolfpack's advice. Hollowmist carries on with Gravel about the four-eared spirit that has been reported committing thieveries, and Bluegale rolls his eyes. "Who cares about a few mushrooms anyway? I don't want to take any sort of mushroom Cicadabuzz offers me."

Whatever the thief was doing with them was strictly their business, but Bluegale would not be partaking in such activities. Cicadabuzz had done their fair share of unnerving him, and he was already disinterested in paying the medicine cat a visit- let alone bringing bug spoils from stopping some hypothetical ghost from snatching them off ShadowClan's marshy terrain.

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ooc Information

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  BLUEGALE — HE/HIM ･ 40 MOONS ･ SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  solid blue DSH with minimal white spotting. loudmouthed and opinionated. often found getting himself into trouble one way or another.