Open Border ShadowClan don't blow your karma // shadowclan hangout

[SABLESTAR]

His last conversation with Dustystar had been pleasant though unfortunately cut short. As the Clans regathered from the night of the full moon and fell back into rhythm with patrols, Sablestar had thought of ways to strengthen the allegiance between his and Dustystar's Clans. He still was unaware of which side of the stars the molly aligned herself with, as Fleecefur was evidently leaving him to discover it himself.

Pelts cloaked in shadow emerged with him at the edge of the Thunderpath and Sablestar delegated their crossing within a few waves. The sinking soil of the prairie greeted his paw pads as he made himself the last to leap over sun-warmed pavement. It had been an uncommon occurrence for the bicolored tom to be seen outside the time of twilight, and he felt the effects as well as his eyes strained in the bright sunlight. He took a deep breath after accounting all of his warriors; from the scent on the breeze a patrol was not too far away.

"Hello, WindClan!" Sablestar greeted with a confident curl of his tail as they neared their border. "Dustystar and I would like to further secure our alliance with one another in a bit of friendly competition and join your hunting patrol. Is she around?" He had faintly recalled some interrupted mention of their border being tense, and though he hadn't heard an inkling the same from his ranks, he would prefer to squash any animosity within hers if he could.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• @Dustystar @Stoatpaw
  "mew"
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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･sixty moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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The prairie stretched endlessly compared to the cloaked pocosin. No scrub or swampy puddles, only dry open space. Amber eyes narrow uncomfortably against the blinding sun. Tears prickle at the edges of her lashes, and she has to tuck her head to avoid its full wrath. Fuck was it always so bright? Fleafire had been to WindClan territory before, but it wasn't so bad last time. Now the sun was so bright that it was painful.

"Ugh, it's so freaking bright out." She muttered under her breath. By now, she was moving more by sound than sight, following the shuffle of her clanmates' paws. Her head dangled as her eyes remained fixed on the ground. Floppy brown ears twitch as Sablestar declares some 'friendly' competition. A hunting competition did sound like fun, but not when she could barely see.

Whatever they did, she would just have to tough it out. Cause she had to make ShadowClan look good, and Chickpaw was around somewhere too. If she made a fool in front of him and both clans too, then she might as well just go die.

Hide the sun. I will leave your face out of my mind

FLEAFIRE

13 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.

You should save your eyes. A thousand voices howling in my head.

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

Learning from Sablestar, his idea to bring some of the clan along to Windclan was enough to pry her from her nest so early in the morning. Now, without her daily apprentice duties, Stoatstream's sleep had dragged further into the day, favouring evening patrols and late-night hunting now she had more space to stretch her paws again. But, even being a warrior now, she wasn't going to turn down tagging along for some friendly hunting with the clan's allies (even if it meant waking up earlier than she preferred).

It had been almost two moons since she had the chance to leave the territory, the last being when she was brought along for the gathering. Ever since graduating, she had finally been returned free passage about the territories. Though she had yet to use that freedom, albeit she was already planning to visit her friends somehow or another.

But having grown so much since the... Riverclan visit, she hadn't seen much reason to even go near the borders alone. Even so, their visit to Windclan was still something Stoat was looking forward to, hoping to see Icepaw again.

As the group wandered onto warm moorlands, she had to chuckle a little at Sablestar and Fleafire. "You're acting a pair of moles squinting in the sun like that- I can forgive you, Sablestar, but since when did the sun irritate you, Flea?" She jeered, lightly, nudging her sister lightly as they approached Windclan camp.

Though before they reached it, her gaze fell to some Windclan cats, some she recognised from her first visit and others she didn't. "Good morning!" Stoatstream purred warmly. Sablestar had mentioned tensions within the clan, so she was sure to be as personable as she could with their allies. The last they all needed was to assume any of them had ill intent on such a pleasant morning.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 12 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire and Monsterpaw
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.