Border TC SC I'M SO LONESOME, I COULD CRY (ˋঌ˖) thunderclan patrol

[BLISTERINGFURYBLISTERINGFURY's icon]

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His mismatched paws carry him forward as he takes the head of the group with both of his ears angled forward and he tries preparing himself for who he may end up seeing while drawing close to the shared border between Shadowclan and Thunderclan. The scent of the Thunderpath causes his nose to wrinkle at the smell of asphalt and carrion of animals that were once living but had gotten caught by the claws of a passing monster, Blisteringfury flicks his ear to the side before turning towards the warriors that follow behind him dutifully. "Remain vigilant and try to be cordial with our neighbors. The last thing we want is to lessen Rowanpaw's herbs when leaf-bare is so near." The first and only warning that he'd give to the three warriors that trail behind him and if they decided to act out then he would make sure to report it back to Owlbark.

He'd have to bite on his own tongue knowing that he held no kind feelings towards Shadowclan and those that lived there, he dreads the thought of seeing either of his former mates but he tries not to let his displeasure show on his scarred facial features. His sharp eyes snap in the direction of the territory across the river of asphalt noting that the foliage seems to stir, a small breeze wafting in his direction that confirms that a Shadowclan patrol draws near, and the fur along his tail prickles as he speaks "Shadowclan's here. Now, remember what I told you." The ranger would straighten his posture that he stands at full height only to allow his body to brush against the rough bark of a nearby tree and a few ferns so that their border could be remarked.

He prays silently to their ancestors that they wouldn't punish him with the presence of someone that he once cared for, someone that he called a lover once, and if he dared show his face, well, he'd need to bite down tongue and swallow his words despite how bitter they may taste. He'd remain coiled like a serpent ready to strike with venomous fangs withdrawn to avoid stirring any trouble and the last thing that he wanted was to be on bad terms with the deputy, it'd be foolish of him really especially since the tabby had trusted him enough to lead this patrol, and he couldn't go mucking around this opportunity.

/ please wait for one of these cool people to reply first :] !!! ; @Seafoambelly @THUNDERFLASH @Cinderstep

ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?

BLISTERINGFURY

THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/IT​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone

venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.

 

[Seafoambelly]

SEAFOAMBELLY

, 84 moons / THUNDERCLAN RANGER
A long-furred blue-gray she-cat with blue-green eyes.
Sister to URCHINSPINE
Solemn and distant. She doesn't talk much.
SPEECH || THOUGHTS
Tagging person here

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The ranger follows Blisteringfury with solemn pawsteps. Her downcast eyes sweep from side to side, and she scents the air carefully. The scent of asphalt burns her nose - the Thunderpath still makes her shiver to this day. The quiet warrior may not be terribly familiar with their neighbors, at least in the sense of others in their Clan with relatives across the border, but she had no reason to cause any sort of issue with an opposing patrol.

Their scent is noticeable, and Blisteringfury is sure to point out the approaching cats. The warrior is loyal to her Clan, but more than once her mind has wandered across the Thunderpath, wondering if a life in a different Clan might be worthwhile.

But she stays here in ThunderClan, for the family she's not permitted to know, and to perform her penance as needed.

"Understood," she mews softly. The warrior knows that Blisteringfury has former mates in the Clan across the Thunderpath - she wonders if the Ranger hoped to see them. Or prayed that he wouldn't.

 

[Dunehusk]

ShadowClan has fallen on misfortune in recent moons. The days grow shorter and colder, and by way of the pocosin it seems to rain nearly every day. Their territory is slick and barren; even the greatest efforts of the most experienced patrols seem to bear no fruit. Still, Dunehusk- same as any of his clanmates- feel they have some duty to fulfill by trying to find something for their clanmates to eat. It's such a duty that brings Dunehusk to the edge of ShadowClan territory before he even realizes it. The acrid tang of the blacktop finds him before he even spots the thunderpath, and cinnamon paws stop a few tail-lengths short of that ugly black scar that marks the division between ThunderClan and ShadowClan territory.

Dunehusk's eyes skate the forest on the other side of the thunderpath, almost searching before he remembers himself. He turns to say something to one of his patrolmates about leaving when rustling snatches his attention back toward the other side. In truth, he'd been hoping it was a piece of idiotic prey, but when a familiar smokey tortoiseshell coat appears through the underbrush Dunehusk prays that some unseeable force might strike him dead then and there. It's so much easier to forget about it, he thinks, when he doesn't have to see Blisteringfury's face every day. This instance only serves to rub salt in the wound. Longing wells up in his chest, but he severs the head of that serpent before it's allowed to strike.

Dunehusk feels as if his throat is full of thorns, but he bares no outward regard toward the ThunderClan patrol that is helmed by his former mate. His expression is even when his gaze scans the patrol. It seems that he's unlucky as he has always been. He almost flinches when he realizes his stare has lingered too long, but swallows the feeling as he tears his eyes away to address the patrol he's with. "Pay them no mind," he turns to murmur quietly to his patrol, a command that serves himself more than his clanmates "I find they're typically too proud to cross anyhow."

He prays silently that he can depart without being noticed. That his clanmates will at least have the wherewithal to guide his paws away from here. He has never been the bold sort to take lead anyhow.

YOU, YOU PLAY ★ BUT THERE ARE NO WINNERS IN THE GAME

• "SPEECH"
• ★ DUNEHUSK — he/him, shadowclan thief, 60 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — shorthair cinnamon classic tabby with amber eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!

 

[cloudberrypaw]

Cloudberrypaw looks briefly towards Dunehusk as the warrior stares, his tail twitching as he remarks that there's no purpose in engaging with the ThunderClan patrol. On the surface level, the molly agrees; they have many other duties to attend to during this star-forsaken famine. But deep down, her heart resonates with his, and an untapped, uncertain longing begins to beat within her chest, too. The want to explode into a million pieces just to not be seen by someone, that they'd rather claw themselves to ribbons and fall dead right there... the ache that love has left.

She grimaces, shoving the misplaced feelings into the hollow of her gut and striding away from the tumultuous mess. The rest of them can keep up with her uneven gait; she just needs to get away from this mess before her tongue loosens and she says something entirely not of sound mind.

[ mentor tag! @WOLFPACK ]