Open Border WC Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions || Flood Assistance

[Hollowmist's iconHollowmist]

♢Worried 'Bout The Future

Ain't Fuckin' With The Past♢

It was less than pleased about being assigned to this patrol, even if Hollowmist could see the merit of it. Keeping relations good with their allies- especially ones that were Sablestar's own kin- could lead to assistance in the future if needed. Their own stomach growling only cemented their determination to be sure this visit to Windclan ended in success. If they could convince the leader to trade prey in exchange for their assistance... The chimera's pace quickened until the patrol stood at the threshold of the border.

"...Remember, we're here to offer assistance to Windclan if Dustystar accepts. Stay on your best behavior." The mew is curt, voice low on the chance a windclan patrol happened to be passing by that very moment. "If we help them now after this flood, Windclan will owe us a debt." And hopefully, hopefully they would see the logic of sharing prey with their allies.

Hollowmist gives a flick of its tail, signaling to their patrol that it had spotted other cats on the horizon. "Windclan," It calls out, voice smooth. "Sablestar has sent us to assist if needed. You need point us in a direction and we can help, be it clearing debris or whatnot."

A pause as it seems to recall something, something akin to curiosity enters its voice, bordering on concern. "...How is the kit that got washed away to our border? Is she well? I recall Marbleshine saying it looked like she took a nasty fall before she found her."

Ain't Got No Time To Waste On Bullshit

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You Know I Gotta Keep My Head On Straight

• Apprentice tags: @Blightpaw @hemlockpaw
  Patrol tag: @Grayflight @Snowdropheart @Stoatstream @Monsterpaw
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  Hollowmist
  — Thief of Shadowclan
  — It/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A LH Black/Fawn Chimera W/ High White (LaPerm)
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[DIMMINGSUN]

Dimmingsun doesn't intend to meander so close towards the ShadowClan border, but it only makes sense that his paws take him that way; the further out he goes, the more livelier his surroundings become. That star-damned storm had swept everything away. If only it had happened in the middle of greenleaf instead—then perhaps there could be some positive, considering how fast flowers and plants can grow if rained upon so heavily. There would have been stronger growths during the warm season; by the time the dark clouds had opened themselves up and drenched everything, the plants have been too brittle to survive.

Spotting shapes in the distance, Dimmingsun heads towards the marsh more deliberately. It takes him a moment to decide against taking on an aggressive stance, seeing as not one cat amongst the ShadowClan patrol seems too agitated or ready to fight. Still—he will remain cautious at the very least. He dips his head to the other WindClan cats that seem to arrive to the scene in the exact same moment. At least he has backup if needed.

"Has he?"

Dimmingsun echoes Hollowmist's offering.

"That's very generous of him."

It feels too good to be true... but he doesn't allow himself to look anything but surprised. He would hate to ruin this moment. Dustystar had suggested asking ShadowClan for help when they had returned to their rightful camp, but Dimmingsun had not sought them out since then. His pride would certainly take a hit. But this is different; he did not need to ask. If Cicadabuzz and Magpiepaw could spare some herbs...

Of course, he is no fool. This can't be as easy as simply saying yes.

"And what would you ask in return? I presume there is something you'd like, as is your right."

He is almost shocked when Hollowmist brings up Lotuskit. She had been that far? Her thoughts had been a jumbled mess when she had made it back home... she had been so vulnerable, ending up in another Clan's territory. Thank the stars for Dustystar's ties with ShadowClan in particular.

"Ah, Lotuskit? She's lucky that you found her instead of a predator. She's recovering well, all things considered."

Truth, but not too much of it.

 

[Grayflight]

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Grayflight nodded to Hollowmist, quietly taking his place among the little patrol. After the scolding he'd received last time dealing with a WindClan cat, he was certain to be on his best behavior. Luckily enough, Hollowmist was willing to ask about the kit he'd helped back to a temporary WindClan camp in the wake of their flooding.

I'm glad she's well, he thought.

"Thank you, Dimmingsun," he mewed politely. "I was one of the warriors who found her and escorted her back home - it's a real relief to hear that she's alright. The poor thing seemed confused about who she even was when we found her." His point given, he looked instead to Hollowmist. How much of their plight were they meant to share regarding this exchange?

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ShadowClan Thief
60 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

She padded nearby the band of cats, padding into the lush moors, she breathed with a faint familiarity. The last she had wandered this land was just following her warriorship, and now it seemed... Dire. The ground underpaw was soaked, her paws muddying from the occasional water puddles like she was right at home.

Frankly, it was unnerving... Hearing the clan had suffered greatly during the immense flooding, it ached her heart. It wasn't as if she was the best hunter or perfect at helping in patrols, but helping with the smallest part of gathering herbs for the clan felt like a small thing she could offer.

Her gaze flickered up as the scent of cats caught her attention, a smile across her maw, seeing an utterly enormous tom. "Good sunhigh!" She smiled, but quickly quieted down as Hollowmist and Greyflight addressed the tom. She might be a warrior but talking over cats she respected felt out of line. Though watching as they both talked, she picked up that tom's name was Dimmingsun, nodding to herself. She didn't recognise him from past visits, so learning names where she could was useful.

Again, she nodded gently, interjecting in what she could vaguely tell was a lull in conversation as her eyes darted between everyone. "We're able to bring you some from our stores, and some of us are willing to do extra patrols to look for anything you need an excess of, if anyone's injured?" It was mostly Stoatstream; she was barely in camp, as it stood between hunting and gathering herbs; she could bring anything Dimmingsun needed. She would hope cats would do the same for her kin, after all... As the thought crossed her mind, the tom inquired what they needed in return.

She pressed her lips together before asking, more quietly this time. "Is prey running well in your moors?" The molly hesitated, coughing a little before continuing. "It's been rather sparse, in the pocosin that is. Frogs had been drawn to your territory from the rains." Stoatstream did not want to be the one to ask directly; the last thing she wanted was Windclan to blow up on them for getting greedy from her being too hasty in questions. She knew better following Sablestar; it wasn't her idea, just an observation.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

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YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 14 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire and Monsterpaw
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart

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Snowdropheart has been to the WindClan border enough times to notice that things have not been going well. It wasn't just the heavy storms, certain areas seemed fully flooded, the ground soaked completely through. The WindClan moors resembled more the pocosin of her own clan than the moorland that it was, as she crossed over the border with the rest of the patrol.

When they first spotted the WindClan cat, Snowdropheart raised her tail in greeting, making sure to let the other know they were here on friendly terms - stars knew they couldn't afford a fight, and from the looks of it, WindClan couldn't either. She let the others talk, only nodding at the offer and smiling at the mention of the little kit being okay.

Only when Stoatstream spoke, did she finally speak up with a nod. "Something given means nothing owed." she stated simply. WindClan owing them would have its own benefits, of that there was no doubt, but would the proud clan accept, if they didn't know what they were getting into? She knew she would certainly be wary of such an offer and the large tom in front of her likely thought the same.

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[Pebblepaw☆]

Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die

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Pebblepaw sat back in the dirt, shoulders slumped, expression hollow. He hadn't been there for the flood itself, but the aftermath alone was enough to carve another weight into his already sagging frame. This life, he realized... Not for the first time... It was nothing but suffering stitched together with brief pockets of survival. You endured. You clung. You prayed that the ones you loved remained alive long enough for you to reach them. His ear twitched faintly as he watched the ShadowClan cats gather at the border. Something about a kit, Lotuskit, if he'd overheard correctly. Another tragedy that happened with... Perhaps a less darker outcome... It was fine, this world was already drowning in them.

When Dimmingsun asked what they wanted in return for their supposed help, a bitter smile crept across Pebblepaw's muzzle. Of course. Help was never free. Not in this world. Not between clans. Maybe not between anyone. His tail tip flicked once as the thought settled like cold iron in his chest. Predators, the lot of them. Offering goodwill only when there was something to be gained. A humorless huff escaped him, too soft to be a laugh, too sharp to be anything warm. He kept his gaze on the ShadowClanners, studying every shift of their paws, every measured glance. Not trust, never that. Just... Vigilance. A wary animal watching others who had teeth.

The younger warrior danced around the subject with too many words, the white one, on the other paw, was blunt. Something given means nothing owed. Pebblepaw snorted quietly, rolling his eyes before finally dragging his stare elsewhere, letting his gaze skim the scarred land around them. ShadowClan hunting here. How much would they take? How long before WindClan's prey thinned, picked apart bone by bone until they were the ones starving? He said nothing, jaw set. Let Dimmingsun and the others decide. Let them speak for WindClan.

Pebblepaw disagreed with all of it. With charity. With trust. In the end, he believed only this. Nothing given, nothing owed. Nothing taken, nothing owed. Nothing trusted, nothing broken.

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