Open Border ShadowClan WindClan I go forty down a fifty! 🌾 Shadowclan border patrol

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

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

The vast increase in cats in the clan as of late had made the patrol rosters feel peculiar, but he wasn't one to argue. He tried to keep the patrol light, even if Roostertuft seemed apprehensive about him and had little to no time spent with Fogstare. Really, it made him realise how little he had interacted with his own clan, it felt like since finding out about the other clans.

He let out the slightest of sighs before plastering a warm smile on his face, looking to his patrol. "Aye, we got lucky with 'n easy patrol, huh! Most eventful thing 'm sure'll happen is if we run into 'r allies 'md get caught in a gossip circle or somethin'." Merrystalk chuckled. Really, he was glad for a quieter patrol. even his hunting had been interrupted with that corpse of the bison, sending his whole patrol into a panic. He would have to make sure to keep a tighter hold of control...

As they approached the border, something strange caught Merry's attention. The tortie's face contorted in confusion as he sniffed the air, tentatively approaching further towards the border. It seemed almost like... "Careful now, if I ain't mistaken 'm smellin' a monster 'nd it damn well don't sound like it's movin'..." He spoke quietly but intently, looking back towards his patrol, suddenly more on edge. A still monster was as dangerous as a speeding one.

Pushing towards the border, the scent remained faint, the confusion not faltering from his face. It was only as the patrol arrived at the Thunderpath that his nerves may have been unfounded. "Aye, well, it used to be a monster I s'pose."

Scattered along the Windclan and Shadowclan border seemed to be scraps of what was once a monster, shimmering hunks of blue pelt and a huge, rounded thing perched not far from where they all stood. Merrystalk's face fell, clearly unsettled at the sight. "What in Starclan's name coulda caused that much damage to a monster..." He tentatively approached the rounded thing, sniffing apprehensively. "Is that the thing's paw?"

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

• Tagging @Solacewhisper @ROOSTERTUFT @Fogstare
  
  Patrol prompt: As a regular patrol is brought to the Shadowclan border, they are surprised to find scattered remnants of a monster. Will the patrol investigate or remain wary of the dismantled beast as they try and figure out what happened at the border?
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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 30 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
  #9D6E46

 

[Fogstare Fogstare]

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'Border patrol'? Again? How many times did they need to patrol these things? Fogstare complained internally, eyes closed and tail drooped low as he followed the other cats to the 'border' they were supposed to check.

He was barely starting to open his eyes when that big golden tom started calling out names and assigning tasks, almost missing when his own name was called. He just didn't get it.. was a day long nap too much to give him? Why did he have to be called... He sniffed a bit pathetically and meandered along, almost bumping into every other cat with each long and lazy step forward. Maybe if I keep my eyes closed long enough, I'll open them again back in my nest, warm and cozy...

Though, not even the delusion of still being asleep in his nest could save him from the strong acrid smell of a monster. He wrinkled his nose a bit as Merrystalk warned them to be careful, deciding to squint one eye open as a sort of compromise to the gale guard. As he opened his mouth to say something about the awful smell doing enough harm, his tired eyes shot open at the coming view of the once living monster. His fur bristled in an instinctive fear of the thing, years of avoiding being crushed by those large creatures still ingrained within his trembling limbs, but he couldn't stop the amazed grin on his face as they came closer.

Walking a bit faster, he broke away from the patrol to get a closer look at the tattered remains. "Whoa...! Do you think it got into a fight with another monster?" He flicked an ear back to the other cats, eyes wholly focused on the indescribable thing they were witnessing.

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[SABLESTAR]

Sablestar kept his gaze focused on the odd sight before him. Fractured pieces of monster like exposed bone scattered across the Thunderpath but he could not fathom what could have possibly caused something so brutal. The tuxedo is sure he had never seen a monster killed like this before, not even challenged or harmed, it surely puzzled him.

WindClan scent was hardly detectable over the harsh toxic smell of fuel and rubber, and Sablestar only gave it attention once he saw the figures of the moorland cats approaching. He had been here long enough to believe this monster would not be rising again for some time, and whatever killed it was not making it's return any time soon. He approached the edge of the Thunderpath with caution, seeing Fogstare already keen on getting his nose closer.

"Ah, I've unfortunate news a monster does not resemble anything to the taste of prey." Sablestar meowed in amusement, his tension slightly giving way.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

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

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes