Open Border ShadowClan WindClan Look at the stars in the big black ink ❄️ Shadowclan Patrol

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

{$title} It seems the rain and flooding from the moors has caused oilly water to runoff from the thunderpath! It clings to your fur and makes things extra slippery. Be careful not to lose your footing as you cross!

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

Being chosen to lead a patrol was already something Stoatstream took pride in, but it made it all the better that the cats chosen to come along with her were all ones she respected or cared about. Mothbite was the only member of the council who had earned even an ounce of her respect besides Sablestar himself. Snowdropheart was a kind molly and dutiful to her family, which she would always admire, and it didn't need to be said how excited she was that her little brother got to tag along too!

"Windclan's had a bunch've rainfall as of late, it's probably gonna be super muddy, so we should keep an eye out." She spoke out, not directed at anyone, as she walked just ahead of everyone. The downside of leading meant she couldn't hear the cats behind her, simply having to trust they would follow or get her attention to talk with her, rather than speak aloud and forget she couldn't hear them. "Though, then again, it might be a little more than that, I've noticed some prey crossing the Thunderpath, I've seen more plants with chunked eaten out of them." She huffed, gaze flickering to the light spattering of plants at the border being chewed away more and more. It was peculiar, but she wouldn't think too far into it.

As they reached the border, the ivory molly raised her nose to try to catch the scent of monsters in the air, if any may have crossed by recently. But, as she stood at the edge of the Thunderpath, the scent of rain thick in the air, Stoatstream yelped as she found her paws sliding beneath her. The molly managed to catch herself, but her heart thundered in a brief panic if she could have slipped onto the acrid stretch of land ahead of her.

She carefully backed up, something wet and awful-smelling on her paws. Raising one to inspect, she made a noise of disgust. "What is that?" Her fur, at most slightly darkened by mud, was now stained black, with a dark, slick liquid that was clinging to her fur and pawpads. Stoatstream's face crinkled in revulsion as she inspected where she stood. The ground was saturated with the same dark, flowing liquid, shimmering in all sorts of colours in the light of the day. "Hm... We still need to cross, but whatever this is is slippery. Everyone, be careful if you step in it while we cross." 'Is this from the rain? Has it caused something to wash off the thunderpath?...'

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC - Tagging @Mothbite (@Monsterpaw ), @Snowdropheart & @Littlepaw (Ghost shenanigans if you desire)

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 13 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw and Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on Discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart

Getting her paws stained constantly was something Snowdropheart was used to, living in the soggy pocosin was sure to make her pale fur constantly dirty. But whatever this thing on the thunderpath was, it wasn't mud nor murky water. She lowered her head to smell it, her nose immediatelly scrunching and ears lowering in disgust.

"What could make such a foul smell?" Snowdropheart knew the awful scent of the thunderpath, but this was even worse - while the thunderpath smelled pungent and burnt, one could eventually get used to it. This liquid, however, smelled like death, assaulting her senses, making her eyes water. Whatever it was, it was certainly not good.

No matter, she had to cross the thunderpath, deathly liquid or not. She watched Stoatstream almost tumble onto the thunderpath, startling both herself and Snowdropheart, and she made a quick note about being extra careful when crossing. Snowdropheart placed one of her paws on the slick stone, familiarising herself with the slippery ground. Placing one paw in front of the other carefully, she slowly made her way across the road, determined to get to the other side. As she neared the edge of the road, she all but jumped awkwardly into the grass, impatient to get off.

Her paws looked awful - fur clumped together in soaked strips, barely dripping any of the liquid off. While she waited for the others to cross the thunderpath, she tried licking the liquid off her paw. The moment her tongue touched the dark ooze, however, she coughed and gagged, tears threatening to well out of her eyes. "I.." she gasped. "don't recommend...cleaning it off yourself." She thought she was going to be sick from the taste, no matter how much she spat out, the foul feeling stayed in her mouth. How was she going to get this off?

OOC: n/a

 

[Mothbite Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttMothbite loudly gags as the foul smell wafts off of the liquid and into his nose. "It's terrible! Are the twolegs putting it here on purpose?" They would have to be insane to want to be anywhere near this stuff, but Mothbite has seen twolegs to plenty of crazy things.

indentttThrough his watering eyes, Mothbite tries to get a closer look at the stuff. It's disgusting, like something between wet mud and runny bile. Where it seeps into the water, though, it creates a rainbow-like sheen atop the Thunderpath. It reminds Mothbite of stories he's heard, of long stripes of color stretching across the night sky like a cat's tail. The aurora. Strange, that something so foul could even hold a tiny semblance of beauty.

indentttBravely removing his paw from over his nose, Mothbite moves to cross the Thunderpath, stopping only for a moment to touch his tail to Monsterpaw's flank.
"Look alive, Monsterpaw. Slipping on the Thunderpath would be a terrible way to go." The crossing is easy enough for a nimble cat like himself, but his apprentice is still growing into large, unweildy paws. It'd be far to easy for him to lose his footing, and Mothbite doesn't want to see another clanmate crushed under a monster's wheels.

- apprentice tag @Monsterpaw -​

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