Open Backwritten Border ShadowClan Everybody Hates You Now || Shadowclan Patrol

[Russetfall]

ooc: BACKWRITTEN- Set May 30th
Tagging: @PIKESTAR @Jinglemoon @willowburn @Frostmoth @pineheart

FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE

EMPTINESS MACHINE

The week had flown by, with patrol after patrol being sent out over time. It made the Life Guard impatient, paws itching to do something. Russetfall had her paws full of course, but still it didn't feel like she was doing enough. Training Thunderpaw (she was proud to hear that her apprentice had crossed the stepping stones across the river with little issue) had fallen somewhat to the wayside as the date drew nearer, dread pooling in her gut as she found she couldn't help but think of every possible way this could go badly. With the size of their patrol they could very well be viewed as a threat and attack first. On the other paw they could just refuse to fetch their leader at all. There were so many other possibilities that she often wound up tossing and turning in her nest at night, teeth grit so tightly her jaw felt sore in the morning.

Russetfall stood tall, green eyes gauging the distance from where the patrol sat to the other side of the thunderpath. Shadowclan territory. "We won't go much farther than the edge of the thunderpath," She begins. "Having to shout to be heard every time a monster or three passes between us won't get us anywhere, I think. Stay alert, but remember that we're not looking for a fight if we can help it. Jinglemoon, be prepared to run and we'll all catch up once we can if it comes to that. ...Hopefully their leader will grace us with their presence and we can get this sorted peacefully." Amicably? She doubted it. But they had to at least make an attempt and with Jinglemoon and Pineheart present and still bearing the scars from the raid... No, it was likely the leader did not care who was injured when the attack was ordered. She shook her head to clear the thoughts. They were wasting daylight.

There's a lull in the monsters, and Russet bolts across, sure the rest of the patrol is behind her. Once everyone is across she leads them a tail length away from the edge, sitting with her tail curled around her paws and wrinkling her nose at the barrage of new scents. "Hopefully we won't have to wait long."

Movement in the brush ahead tells her that the patrol won't have to wait very long, or at all, actually. Russetfall rises to stand, giving a flick of her tail to tell the others to stand as well if they'd sat. Be ready, just in case.

"Greetings, my name is Russetfall, a Life Guard from Riverclan. We're here to speak to Shadowclan's leader."

ITS BEEN DECIDED HOW WE LOSE

RUSSETFALL

— Life Guard of Riverclan
— She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
#8a2c55

 

[Timberfrost]

—————————————————— 'Till I can't run no more ✦

The chocolate tom had been out hunting as usual, these days if he wasn't tending to the nursery he was out scrounging for the next meal of his fellow nursery inhabitants. It was exhausting work, hunting in the muddy pocosin often led to many, many days of grooming bits of muck and debris out of his fur. It was a curse that he had to bare to live here, to be somewhere safe for once. At least he knew that those who might want to hurt him, or even his daughter, wouldn't step foot in such a dingy place.

Well, he thought he knew that. The scents of the border always confused him, muddied by the raging monsters sprinting past—and that confusion led him to follow a familiar, almost salty scent in hopes to find a forgotten fish-filled stream. Out of all the things for Timber to expect as he slipped between the underbrush, it was not a horde of burly, scarred warriors. With a yelp, he stumbled back in surprise. A white paw immediately shot up to his chest, his heart racing at the sudden sight. "Oh, s- sorry-!" The tom said quickly, a nervous laugh coming forth as the ruddy she-cat stood in front of him. "I wasn't expecting... well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Timberfrost-" But after a moment, after the words of the cat in front of him finally connected in his brain, he felt the blood rush out of his face. "...Riverclan?" He echoed in response, his welcoming smile he had grown so used to putting on to the new cats he'd stumble upon suddenly faltering with stress.

The tom glanced behind him, taking a moment to try to control the sudden hammering in his chest. Out of all cats for the patrol to run into... he could only hope some other cat would emerge from the underbrush, someone that could sense his anxiety and deal with the confrontation instead of him. Timberfrost was perfectly fine talking things through, but he didn't like suddenly being outnumbered, especially so close to the border. 'I just have to play along—surely if they wanted a fight, I'd already be attacked by now. They would've ambushed me, or attacked someone else... Nobody will get hurt as long as I'm welcoming...'

After a brief pause, Timber ran his tongue over his lips, trying to find the words that had died on his tongue in his surprise. "I'm... I'm sure something can be arranged, as long as you're not here to start anything." He squeaked out eventually, attempting another reassuring smile. The smile was more to reassure himself than anything, though.

It's true, I want to be with you tonight

But I'm a little too late

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  Timber
  ✦—Shadowclan Caregiver | 27 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large chocolate tabby with pale gold eyes
  #9A775A

 

[GRAVEL GRAVEL]

Take you to the grave, I'll ghost

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She trudged through the pocosin, working the marsh between her toes as she searched for anything worth killing. Gravel didn't care what manner of creature it was—so long as it wasn't frog. She never considered herself a picky eater, but she didn't have it in her to stomach that slimy leather again.

The husky molly moved slowly, weight shifting with each careful step as she followed the drag marks of what looked to be a rodent. Her breath pulled steadily through her nose, ears pricked forward with interest.

The underbrush rustled ahead, and Gravel froze, her good eye narrowing to a slit. She waited in stillness, paws sinking slightly into the soggy mush. Then a startled yelp scattered the birds. She unfroze, limbs kicking high as she fought the suction beneath her weight. A chocolate tom slid into view—Timberfrost. He was kind and hardworking tom. Looked after the kits in the nursery. That scrawny red thing was his if she recalled. There was no way his likeness would've produced her, so she assumed by adoption.

He stood there, wide-eyed and fumbling over himself, mouth moving with words she couldn't catch. The tabby bounded toward him, slowing as she neared. Her cold, slitted eye flicked over the other cats clustered at the border.

A strange assortment—sour-faced and fish-scented. Her nose flared, huffing at the unfamiliar tang clinging to their sleek pelts. "What's going on? Is there a problem?" Gravel crackled dryly, tilting her head toward Timberfrost while keeping her good eye on the strangers. There was no blood. No tufts of fur scattered in the muck. So why did he yelp like he'd gotten his paw stuck in a beehive?

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I know I can be so cold

 

[Frostmoth]

Frostmoth has no desire to be on this patrol. His attendance is merely a show of courtesy for his clanmates; a peace offering so to speak, just to qualm Adderfang's short fuse and Wavesong's concerns. He maintains that he does not want the leftovers of the botched herb heist- and to some degree is still insulted that it was even offered to him- but he has somehow found himself volunteering to show up anyway. Typical. Frostmoth keeps pace with Pineheart for the most part, though he does not say much for the duration of their travel. He's mostly caught up in his own anxieties about trying to maintain composure and avoid the patrol devolving into another scuffle.

They cross the thunderpath, and the deputy's nose crinkles from the sour smell of asphalt. ShadowClan's territory smells like mire and fog. The first cat to appear is alarmingly mousy, and that seems to be a common dichotomy for ShadowClan cats: timid or lawless. Frostmoth says nothing when Timberfrost introduces himself, but when his rambling devolves into 'working something out' his eyes narrow. Does ShadowClan as a whole know about this? Their leader condones or even commands such actions from his clanmates? Unable to help himself, he spares a glance at the patrol. 'I told you so,' he thinks bitterly.

Another cat emerges, snapping Frostmoth's gaze back to the ShadowClan side of this interaction. "I suppose that's one way of putting it," Frostmoth levels with Gravelpath flatly "Like your friend already said, we aren't here to start anything." Frostmoth keeps the dangerous edge he wants oh-so bad to introduce out of his voice, and he wills his fur to lie flat. There is a bad feeling rising in his throat. Even if they walk away physically unscathed, he fears that they will be laughed off of ShadowClan territory instead. "I'm Frostmoth, RiverClan's deputy," he levels with her again, not really wanting to address the more nervous cat of the pair "We do wish to peacefully make an arrangement, given what has been taken from us."

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!

 

[Jadethorn]

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

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'This is fucking stupid. Why do I gotta run around this muck of a place to try and find my apprentice Where the fuck did she go this time?' Jadethorn's eyes traced through the reeds and swamp puddles of the pocosin, looking for that tell-tell sign of raggedy cinnamon fur with sticks and leaves all tangled in it. One of these days, she ought to teach the runt how to take care of itself. Maybe she would be easier to spot instead of looking like a bush.

She had done this a few times. Disappearing for a few hours every now and then without a word of where she might be going. The molly was getting sick of it. How was she supposed to train the runt and get her to the top when she couldn't find her in the first place! The pocosin didn't make it any better. Pulling at her paws with each step and making her trail sloppy and easily tracable. In hindsight, maybe she should get some lessons from the runt on moving through this sludge... Maybe when she was a full warrior...

The scent of the thunderpath snapped her from her search, footfalls pausing as she realized she had reached the border. Her ears twitched first, noticing the sound of voices in the air, causing her to move forward in curiosity. More deliberately. A bit more careful in pulling her paws out of the suction. Second came the scent. Her jaws parted to catch the taste of fish oil on her tongue, green jewels narrowing before a sickly smirk crawled it's way onto her features. 'Oh! This'll be fun. I shouldn't exactly staaay but~' The decision was made. The lock sealed. Time marches forward with each impulse she gave into.

Black tipped paws stepped out of the foliage and onto the more solid ground that resided around the thunderpath. She noted the presence of Gravel, Coalstrike's estranged daughter, apparently, and the cowardly, meek caretaker that Fleapaw was so fond of. They weren't really given the most attention, her gaze already scanning through the bodies of Riverclanners, looking for familiar pelts an- 'Ohoo, no way~ Do I spot that cowardly medicine cat of theirs in the back? I think I recognize the bi-color to... Deputy, huh?' She wasn't sure what the leader of riverclan saw in the youngster, but it also didn't surprise her. It simply showed how inexperienced they were with the real world. How easy it was to take from them.

Speaking of... She stepped closer to the ground, pulling up just behind her two clanmates, on the very small chance that she might be ambushed if she dared to take the front. Her head hung low, that smile never leaving her lips as the words pratically sung from her lips. "Oh, do pray tell~ What could have been taken from you? Surely some prey wouldn't warrent such a large patrol?" Her claws silently unsheathed in the mud underneath. A precaution. Just as her muscles tensing was the same. Ready to spring. Ready to bolt. Oh... this was fun~!
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OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

• ooc
  —— Someone tell her to go fetch Sable, she will cause so much troubke
  
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• Jadethorn she/her
  ❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
  ❖ Warrior of Shadowclan
  ❖ 33 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
  ❖ speech thought attack
  ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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[Russetfall]

FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE

EMPTINESS MACHINE

The first Shadowclan cat catches her off guard for some reason she can't quite place at first, why did he look familiar? Had they met before..? Green eyes narrowed on the tom before drifting toward the sound of another warrior showing up. This one is scarred, her voice grating like claws against steel and inwardly Russetfall cringes.

Frostmoth's look towards her isn't exactly ignored, but a flick of an ear is given as acknowledgement before she clears her throat. She was not going to let these rats out of her sight. "This is about our borders, as well."

'And your apparent lack of respect for them.' The implication goes unsaid, though its clear from her clipped tone.

Neither cat seems willing to leave to fetch their leader and both sides shuffle awkwardly at the impasse, until a third cat makes her appearance and Russetfall's fur along her spine spikes upward at the molly. Recognition. Fury. She stands there for a heartbeat, wishing that she could strike the marbled tabby down with her glare alone before Jadethorn's taunting cuts through the haze of her anger, tail lashing.

'Keep it together. Don't be the first to draw blood if it comes to it. She'll get what she deserves soon enough for hurting Jinglemoon.'

"Playing the fool is a terrible look for you," Russetfall says coolly, claws itching to unsheathe and charge headlong into Jade. To give her a scar matching the medicine cat standing just behind the Life Guard and then some. "Humor me, was destroying what herbs you couldn't carry part of the plan all along or was it just a heat of the moment thing alongside attacking our medicine cat who was just defending his apprentice?"

She was aware of how this looked with such a large patrol, bruised and battered clanmates aside, but Russetfall scoffed all the same before fixing a glare upon the three in turn. "Like we said earlier, we aren't looking for trouble if you aren't. Now if one of you could kindly go fetch your leader to discuss this, I would appreciate it." The chill of ice in her throat felt so sharp against her own tongue she wondered how she hadn't cut herself on it.

ITS BEEN DECIDED HOW WE LOSE

RUSSETFALL

— Life Guard of Riverclan
— She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
#8a2c55

 

[Cherryblaze]

Cherryblaze trudged through the pocosin scenting the air for any signs of prey. Flicking her ears she caught the sound of a blackbird. Licking her lips she dropped down into a hunting crouch, looking up at the bird hanging out in the bush above her. Wiggling she sent herself flying with a powerful kick of her hind legs as she pounced. Seconds before her strike landed on the bird a yelp from the distance scared it away sending her pounce directly into the bush and mud. "Shit!" She hissed in annoyance while shaking the mud, leaves, and twigs from her pelt. Who the hell is making all that racket? They thought, their scared ear twitching towards the sounds of voices nearby.

Padding off toward the noise, brushing through the bushes to see a RiverClan patrol. What do those fish lickers want? She scoffed with amusement. She then heard the bicolor tom talk to Timberfrost and Gravel. So his name is Frostmoth huhh? She thought, squinting her eyes at the RiverClan deputy. Looking over she saw Jadethorn emerge from the bushes too. All this commotion is drawing everyone in. She padded forward a bit as Jade began to tease the RiverClanners. She so desperately wanted to join in but held her tongue, was it really worth fighting right now? Especially with so few cats around to back them up if one was to occur.

Tail tip twitching as she looked at the chocolate tabby who was speaking at Jadethorn. She bit her tongue holding in a hiss as she mocked Jadethorn. Moving herself, Cherryblaze stood in front of Jadethorn. As much as she wanted to fight and knew that she could kick the deputies tail again in one, now was not the time… not yet at least. Without taking her eyes off the RiverClanners she spoke to Timberfrost, "Timberfrost, go back to camp and get Sablestar please!!" She said firmly to the caretaker. She had been around Timberfrost for a while while she was still in the nursery with her kits but was never sure if he could fight. She'd rather he go get Sablestar, in case a fight was to break out while he was gone.

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• occ: talking to @Timberfrost
  

 

[Flamerunner Flamerunner]

FLAMERUNNER OF SHADOWCLAN

A large yawn stretched from the flame point tom as he ambled forward, lazy eyes drifting to Timberfrost before wandering toward the unfolding chaos. Geez, what was going on now? With a flick of his ear and a long stretch, Flamerunner finally bumped lightly against Timberfrost, flashing a charming grin. " Can't ruffle your pretty pelt, handsome. " he drawled. " Best be off and fetch our leader. He'll be thrilled to see our friendly neighbors. " Okay, perhaps he was being a little bit sarcastic... But this was a thing that had been coming since the heist.

He plopped down and began washing an ear, ever so casual, though his eyes flicked toward Jadethorn and Cherryblaze. They'd been part of the heist that had gone... spectacularly wrong. They'd had enough herbs. Fleapaw had been running herself ragged for them. So what this had been for... No clue. Now they had more wounded than herbs. Hilarious. " Don't worry. " he meowed, glancing to the RiverClan patrol. " Our guy's off getting the boss. No need to get hackles raised or claws out. "

His gaze slid back to Jadethorn, a slow blink masking something sharper. " Weren't you supposed to be with Fleapaw today? Thought you were training. " A flick of the ear. " Best toddle off and find her, hm? " The warning was soft, but there. Jadethorn didn't need to be here. Not right now. Cherryblaze... well. Flamerunner didn't have a good excuse for her to vanish. Yet.

RUN BOY RUN ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— THE SUN WILL BE GUIDING YOU