TW: Sensitive Content Border SC of fool and folly / shc patrol + beaver ?

[Needledrift Needledrift]

{$title} dead animal body, short description

⊹ ° ⨳ The Thunderpath always reeks of death and stinking ash - melted down and cobbled together with the burning fumes from the monsters that traversed its unnatural surface. Needledrift's nose twists unpleasantly at the smell, the sound, the taste that assaulted her senses from even a couple fox-lengths away. The border between them and ThunderClan was even more dangerous than their sister clan beyond it ... sometimes she wondered if it was fate or purposeful that such a turbulent line was placed between them. A test of will, as it were, to keep the two separated as far as the Thunderpath stretched in either direction.

The bicolor she-cat flicks her tail for her patrol to finish marking their side, her green eyes slipping over the stinking asphalt and dotted path, scanning for some movement in the tree-line beyond when she sees it. The carcass is almost two ... three ? ... times her diminutive size, though remarkably preserved despite the (no doubt) cause of death.

Needledrift chirps an alert to her clan-mates, and gestures with a paw towards the body, the beaver. What do we think of that? is her implicit call.

/ It's your lucky day! There's a fat-looking beaver laying by the Thunderpath, having been struck by a Monster. Bad news, it's on Thunderclan's side of the border. Going over to get it risks getting caught by Thunderclan, and trying to carry the heavy prey back risks getting struck by another monster. But is such a good find worth giving up? @viperhowl @bluegale @Belladonnadance @CROWPAW.

speech is #a2c1e0
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[Belladonnadance Belladonnadance]

Belladonna eyes the carcass. It is plump, surprisingly so, despite meeting it's presumed end to the maw of a monster. The image of it makes her stomach growl, reminding her of how scarce the prey had become in Shadowclan. She looks to her apprentice, their eyes are just as fixated on the carcass.

"It's on Thunderclan's side," She meows, almost matter-of-factly. They had already been getting caught up in trouble with their efforts to steal prey, now there's the possibility of starting trouble with another clan. Not to mention it's this clan... the one they were once a part of. There's a long pause as the rest of the patrol keeps their eyes on the creature. "Is it truly wise to risk Juni-" She shakes her head, "Loonstar's warriors finding us?" She eyes the black path with narrowed eyes, remembering Coalstrike, remembering the brutality, the viscera that the patrol that found him had seen.

"Is it really worth it to risk our own lives for it? Monsters don't care who they harm." She meows quietly. She wonders if they'll also think of Coalstrike, his recent demise to a monster fresh. She glances towards her apprentice, she's still learning about them. The quiet thing. It almost feels like a fold of herself.

___________________ I'M BENDING BACK INTO THE VOID 𓇗 MY EYES STARING UP INTO BLACK ___________________

• "mew"
  @viperhowl @bluegale @Needledrift @CROWPAW.
  
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• BELLADONNADANCE
  Formerly known as Kazumi
  she/it, shadowclanner, sixty-seven moons.
  𓇗 a lh black smoke molly with moderate white and amber eyes
  𓇗 mentored by helleboremask / mentoring crowpaw
  𓇗 daughter of sakura and duskpool
  𓇗 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  𓇗 penned by asteiri ↛ please dm on discord or post in #asteiris-astronomy for plots.

 

[WARPATH WARPATH]

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Though the ShadowClan patrol may be the first to spot the carcass, they aren't the only ones with their eyes on the prize. From the dried brush steps the heavily scarred tom, single golden eye narrowing as he approaches the border. The ShadowClanners seem to be discussing the beaver—or at least, their eyes are on it—and Warpath wonders if they'll attempt to take it. Stepping onto the asphalt would be a risk for the ShadowClan cats and Warpath alike, but as the coldest months of the year encroach upon each of the territories, desperation is to be expected. If they're even considering taking the huge piece of prey from ThunderClan's side of the border and dragging it back across the thunderpath, they must truly believe that they need it. For that, he's almost inclined to leave it to them, if they're bold enough to chance the trek across the black asphalt. Almost.

"Good day, ShadowClan," he rumbles, tipping his head to the patrol opposite the border. He spends a moment scanning their ranks, taking mental note of their number, before he directs his attention toward the beaver left at the edge of the thunderpath. "I see there's been a gift left for us. I suppose those beasts can be just as helpful as they are deadly." As the scarred ShadowClanner says, monsters don't care who they harm. They don't even eat their prey after taking its life. Normally they pose a distinct threat, but in the harshest of months, a free meal left behind by a monster is nothing to scoff at.

OOC —

𓆩✧𓆪

WARPATH

HE/THEY, THUNDERCLAN RANGER
short, scarred brown-and-white cat with one yellow eye ; determined & expressive, cares deeply for his clanmates
enhanced healing
npc x npc ; no known kin
peaceful powerplay allowed ; likes physical contact
played by foxlore

 

[BLISTERINGFURYBLISTERINGFURY's icon]

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The ranger never enjoyed being near the border shared between Thunderclan and Shadowclan, he didn't tolerate nor like their neighbors (he had no intention of hiding it either), and the scent of crowfood along with the scent of asphalt is enough to make his snout wrinkle with disgust. Although, it seems that Starclan comes bearing a gift for them and the patchwork toms eyes widen at the sight of the massive lump of fur and flesh, and he wonders what had made the beaver tread this far. It doesn't matter at the end of the day and he'd be foolish to question a gift from the stars that twinkle over their heads, Warpath decides to make small talk to the Shadowclanners that stare hungrily at the corpse that lays on Thunderclan's side and he's certain that they could take it for themselves.

He wonders if any of them are stupid enough to risk their hides for this large chunk of meat and Blisteringfury stands tall as he approaches the scene only to keep a tail-length or so from Warpath and his narrowed gaze fixes itself onto the pests that stay on their side. The ranger allows his tail to lash behind him like some frustrated serpent before allowing it to curl near his hind legs and a frown is visible on his maw, "It seems so." He offers dryly to his companion and a part of him thanks the stars quietly for offering Thunderclan this large meal, he doubts that they'd be able to drag it back to camp with just himself and Warpath but surely more of their clanmates would arrive at the smell of blood and Shadowclan.

His claws unsheathe as they scrape against the ground and he remains where he stands wondering what the Shadowclan patrol would do with him and Warpath already present. A part of him doubts that they'd leave so willingly, hunger could make someone act reckless and think more with their belly than their mind, and his whiskers quiver at the thought. The patchwork tom is aware that leaf-bare is just around the corner and all of them would be struggling to find any bit of prey, the thought alone makes his stomach churn uncomfortably, but he swallows the bile that threatens to rise from his throat. No... Thunderclan would thrive against all odds and remain on top, he's certain of it.

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.