Border WC I MADE THIS ALL BY MYSELF ☼ ] WINDCLAN PATROL [

[GOLDENROAR]

As far as he knows, Shadowclan is friendly. That means he can relax, just a little bit. He leads the patrol to the border, heavy with the thoughts of the recent developments in camp. The kit, split and taken from their littermates- it reminds him so much of his siblings that it hurts. Peonypaw's admission about the fire, the flames that still eat at some cat's nightmares. Goldenroar is silently appreciative of the fact that he can relax for once. He didn't do it too purposefully, but he's avoiding Riverclan and Skyclan like his life depends on it.

That's the other things that's bugging him right now. Pikestar. A frown is on his face as he moves, ears lowered. It isn't long before the border is in sight and he kicks those thoughts into the 'this is not good to think about' box, and turns his face towards Dandelionpaw. "You know what that scent means." He says, semi-testing his apprentice. "What kind of prey do you think Shadowclan has?" They didn't necessarily speak upon this very often, but he's curious if Dandelionpaw could derive just what the clan across the Thunderpath ate.

Harefoot and Ashbird are somewhere behind him, and he keeps them informed on their direction with twitches of his ears. His paws press against the stony ground next to the Thunderpath, trying his best to ignore the acrid scent. He had grown used to it back at the barn, but these days there isn't a whole lot of time spent near it, so it was back to bugging him.

Somewhere, slowly approaching, was a lazy horsefly.

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• "speech"
  // prompt: Nothing particular is happening, besides this one, really, really annoying horsefly...
  // tags: @Dandelionpaw @harefoot @ASHBIRD
  

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty one moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring dandelionpaw
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)

 

[MIREPURR]

Mirepurr sees a familiar face when they peer over the border and towards the moor. They make sure to remain hidden—though for what specific reason, they are unsure. Perhaps it's a newfound need to simply observe instead of opting to chatter away. There is a sense of safety within ShadowClan- and ShadowClan only, for the other Clan cats oftentimes prove to be unpredictable. Not necessarily out of malice... though lately there has been more and more of those, too. Mirepurr chooses the peace in the certainty that their pelt blends in with the shadows, until another member of their patrol wishes to be seen.

The WindClan cats don't appear to be a threat. A mere attempt at teaching an apprentice something new. Mirepurr fondly remembers their own; Tickfrost has truly grown up so fast. It makes them miss the joy they had found in teaching, even if it had surprised them.

Blue eyes regard Goldenroar. Mirepurr remembers how he had stuck to Dustystar's side when the discovery of abandoned kittens at Fourtrees had been made, and more importantly, how oddly tension had seemed to spark between him and Pikestar. Had that always been apparent? Or was it a new development? Either way, they had not been certain whether Goldenroar had agreed with the idea of separating those kits from one another. Not that the decision had been in any of their paws. Ever-confident, Sablestar had been quick to take one in, and the other leaders had followed suit, no matter their own initial hesitation.

Mirepurr tips their head and glances at the nearest ShadowClan cat.

"I wonder what he will say,"

they murmur, amused, glance flitting to the apprentice in question again. They are not oblivious to the stories that other Clans make of the swamp-dwellers... some with truth, and others with too much imagination. At least WindClan does not posses the kind of vitroil that some ThunderClan cats do, a courtesy of having been violently divided all those moons ago.

 

[cloudberrypaw]

Cloudberrypaw walks alongside the ShadowClan patrol, pale eyes pointed forth while Mirepurr deviates for a moment. The other draws on a vague curiosity, thrown to the rest of them, and initially the apprentice isn't drawn in. She sees no point in what ifs, especially with an entire other Clan. Sure, they're friendly (or supposedly more than that somehow) but the young moggy isn't too keen on making an example of their blooming dynamic. To be frank, she can't care any less about WindClan than she does in that exact moment.

... and yet, as if a paw is pressed to her cheek, she follows the warrior's metaphorical gesture. That curiosity blooms falsely in her chest, stirring her stomach with its unfamiliarity. "Frogs," she says plainly, as if to drown the lost feeling in a simple fact. "Just as we would say rabbits for them," as much is true, is it not? The moors are supposedly full of quick footed prey, so much so that she can't imagine anything an easy catch. She doesn't find envy in the other Clan, at least. She wouldn't survive chasing anything quicker than a salamander.

 

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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'Friendly' would never have bee the word Wolfpack expected to hear when it came to having his clan described to him. Cautious. Strong. Cunning. Fierce. Perhaps ironically enough, 'friendly' was the description he would have given to the moor cats, kin of Sablestars who'd been all smiles and warmth since day one. Even after the unfortunate happenstance with Dustystar along their border, Wolfpack had never so much as caught a sniff of suspicion thrown his clans way.

The deputy wasn't sure whether to be annoyed by their naivety, or impressed by their determination to maintain this 'alliance' that had settled between them by default. One that would likely benefit Shadowclan one day– and that wouldn't have even begun to come to fruition if Wolfpack had been leader. It was a mistake he could acknowledge now, one he was glad he hadn't had a chance to make.

Frustratingly, it seemed there was still something to be gained from Sablestar after all. Lessons to be learned.

Lingering on hang-ups had never been something Wolfpack was fond of doing, though. All that mattered was the path going forward, and for now, life was good enough for him to silence any complaints he may have and to suffer in patience for a crown that would one day be his.

Besides, being Deputy had it's perks.

He smirked a bit at his apprentices response to Mirepurrs question, enjoy her bluntness. She wasn't wrong. There were about a dozen other types of prey on the moors, and yet nine times out of ten, 'rabbit' would be the go-to for any cat asking about their prey. Just as fish for Riverclan, or squirrel for Thunderclan.

"And what prey would they most struggle to adapt to, Cloudberrypaw?" he asked, dual-coloured gaze drifting toward the patrol of hare-hunters and giving a casual flick of his tail in greeting.

Perhaps friendliness wasn't the word he would expect to be assigned to his clan, but it was one he could easily play into. As a Trapper, it was part of the job, anyway.

Raising his voice so that it carried up the ridge toward the Windclanners, he called, "Goldenroar, right? I've been meaning to meet you. I'm Wolfpack, Shadowclans Deputy." he called, tone casual and broad shoulders relaxed. "Seems our clans are getting on pretty well together. Figured it'd be good if we did, too."

Wolf might be willing to break things off and draw his lines at a moments notice, but it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the company of other cats or scratch those social issues just like anyone else. He just so happened to be able to cut things off when the time came. For now, though? He was more than happy to get to know these neighbours of theirs– especially since you could bet Thunderclan was doing the same with Riverclan.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : —​
• shadowclan deputy - male - a large, black & blue chimera with moderate white splashing, mismatched eyes, and several scars.