Backwritten Border SC SINK YOUR TEETH || stealing herbs

[Talonpaw Talonpaw]

{$title} In a desperate attempt to get herbs for Meadowpaw; Talonpaw, masked in mud, cornfields and flood water scent, ignorantly crosses the border not realizing that wasn't okay to do. Sucks to suck I guess.

He was soaked in water, short fur clinging to his body, some spots sticking out- mud covered his back and neck and front limbs where he had desperately pulled himself free from the grip of the ice current. He didn't know exactly where he was, but judging by the scent, he recognized the pine forest from it's familiar smell from before he joined Windclan. He'd never been this far, the smell of pine enough usually to turn him away. But the boy was desperate. Meadowpaw needed these herbs, and with his scent coated, and no scents of cats near, talon took his chances. The putrid smell of the border was enough for Talon to vaguely remember crossing it when he had been dazed from losing his eye. Even now, he doesn't really know what it means, nor did he care. He did not understand what even a border was-

Because just across this line sat blooms of golden yellow flowers that Talon recognized. With the clan hurt, he would not let these ones get away. They were not soggy, we're not crumpled wet and useless. Fresh, and even as he snipped the flower with his teeth, the tom only confirmed his thoughts. Not only would he have the prey he'd have to go back for, but he would satisfy Meadowpaw's worries more and return with herbs that she desperately needed.

With that, he turned back around. The single broken stem and paw prints crossing back over the border towards lonerlands the only sign that someone was there. Maybe perhaps... Someone could smell a faint trail of windclan underneath the soaked fur and mud....

//Talon is gone!

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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.

 

[Needledrift Needledrift]

⊹ ° ⨳ Pawprints. Even a shrew could pick out the pawprints, tinged with mud, sunk deep into the peat, leading from beyond their borders back around into WindClan's hunting grounds. If she were more discerning, a better tracker, no doubt she could pick out the trespasser from the shape of the prints or the smell that lingered. But she was neither sleuth nor ranger, and she could only smell the sharp, bright, fading scent of flower stems ripped up and stolen away possibly hours before her nose even came close to the border.

The little she-cat's nose twitched, trying for something more useful than flowers. Mud. Peat. Moss. Standing water. These were just scents of ShadowClan, but ... it had to be a WindClanner, right? What rogue knew how to use herbs like Cicadabuzz or Magpiepaw? Wasn't it a medicine cat's sacred duty to learn to heal with the plants available to them? That was knowledge that StarClan gifted them: nothing a rogue or a loner could think up on their lonesome.

Needledrift turns her head, expecting to see her clanmates slinking out from the boggy brush behind her, their sunken eyes glazed over from the trek from camp to border. Silently, definitively, she points towards the print trail leading out, and jerks her head to the side.

Long gone now.
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[cloudberrypaw]

[ @WOLFPACK mentor tag! ]

Cloudberrypaw's gaze holds to the remaining yellow blooms, notes that there is a stem haphazardly clipped near the base, and then watches as Needledrift motions to the pawprints leading away. Its gaze narrows moreso, and it cannot decide whether to be frustrated or to simply ignore it. After all... it's not medicine they're lacking in. It's food. It couldn't care less about its parents stores, to be true, and its sure that Cicadabuzz can always pluck the other blossoms and be fine with it. Should it be a thing of principal, then? It isn't sure.

Like Needledrift thinks, there isn't use in chasing the culprit. The paws lead out to nowhere, and though more lingers beneath the layers of muck and grime, it cannot discern anything important. "Wolfpack?" It utters its mentors name, turning pale eyes towards the roan-shaded tom. Surely he will have an opinion over this, and it will follow him as it should. But while it waits for direction, it remains emotionless, a phantom plaguing the patrol at best.

 

[Magpiepaw]

& I don't know what's got its TEETH in me

Perhaps it was a little hypocritical of him to feel a fire welling in his belly at the sight of the torn shreds of plant matter where once yellow blooms once blossomed; he had seen the marigold before and had a mouth full of moss and was unable to take it back to camp on a prior outing and things in ShadowClan had grown somewhat hectic, enough that he took too long to come back and fetch them than he had meant. He was tailing along with Needledrift and Wolfpack's patrol for that very purpose, nearly walking into the gray molly as she stopped in front of him to examine the ground and his nose wrinkled as he wriggled past her, leaning into her side for support before honing in on what had caught all of their attention. His flowers gone, paw prints present and the faint scent of the moorland lingering in the air.

"Ugh!" The expletive of disgust rises from him without warning, surprising even himself with the growl of annoyance in it; he was not exactly a cat inclined toward anger or short tempers but something about knowing WindClan might be involved with their herb theft rubbed his fur the wrong way. Gladebloom would never... He thinks distantly, deciding the fault was probably that scary one-eyed brute he met briefly at the last medicine cat gathering with Cicadabuzz. Meadowpaw was obviously not a possible culprit either.

Ooc- ooc info here.

I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces

MAGPIEPAW

— medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
#9272ee

 

[pipitpaw]

pipit

If he were being honest, he couldn't give two tail shakes about this sort of stuff. The borders were something these guys made up when they moved here and Pipit? Well... PIpitpaw (he loathed to admit, he did think the suffix was tacky even if he did enjoy ShadowClan)... he'd lived here from his first breath. Right under their noses! In fact, Magpiepaw had been his first friend, his first sight of light in the isolated dark. It's mostly for that reason they are so calm right now, so willing to take orders and mindlessly follow the status quo for 'patrols' or whatever.

Though... when the stink of unfamiliarity assaults their nose, they too grimace, "Holy crowfood, they reek!" They're far more willing to put a name to the description, scrunching their nose as they sniff again like it is a morbid curiosity now (it doesn't improve, they stick out their tongue and try not to gag).

"With a stink like that, there's no way a caregiver could love'em!"