PAFP Event Territory ShadowClan SkyClan The business of shadows //accidental trespassing

[Sealpaw Sealpaw]

//Please let someone from skyclan reply first before joining as shadowclan!
A mashup of two different prompts!
(While visiting SkyClan a kit or young apprentices temporarily goes MIA near a border. Does it spark conflict, or teamwork in finding them? And: While visiting SkyClan you are being chased over borders by predators.)

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

x

Panic had her paws moving of their own accord the moment it was clear that the terrible thing had set its beady eyes on Sealpaw. Logic dictated that she stood more of a fighting chance against the coyote if she stayed with the patrol but the moment she'd broken away that thought had been thrown out the window. All the apprentice knew was the hot breath and snapping at her heels as she ran blindly across the thunderpath in the hopes that perhaps a monster might serve to take out her pursuer. No such luck, however as the growling behind her only continued.

Sealpaw ran for what felt like forever, only slowing when the yips of the coyote began to fade in the distance and her legs felt like they would fall off if she took another step. She finally collapsed, gasping for precious air. To rest. She was safe. She was... Where was she? Blue eyes stared up in awe at what had to be the tallest pine trees she'd ever seen. ...Next to the giant tree in the center of the old colony's camp, of course.

"Whoa..." It came out as a ragged breath, not quite believing what the apprentice had taken shelter under. "I don't think there are any trees as tall as this back home..."

Speaking of home... How far had she run to get away from the coyote..? Nothing around seemed even the least bit familiar. Retracing her steps seemed like a sure-fire way to come face to face with the predator again and she didn't think she'd have the energy to run as fast as she had again if it came to that. Wide eyes darted this way and that as the realization dawned on her.

Sealpaw was hopelessly lost in unfamiliar territory. Hopefully her clanmates would find her or she'd come across some landmark she could use to gauge where she was and make her way back home...

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALPAW

— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
#4c66bf

 

[SWALLOWPAW]

so far, skyclan hasn't seen a good chunk of it's predators. the dog that chased des found it's way into the territory. she's heard whispers of the animals to look out for, and that's where it ends for her. since bumping into thunderclan, swallowpaw feels more alert to random trespassers. sealpaw was no exception. fortunately, she didn't know the procedure for that.

the smell was noticeable, bitter and not very kind to her nose. swallowpaw thought it was a herb at first. when she turned the corner to find the gray toned cat, she froze. the stranger was too old to be a kitten, maybe a few moons older at best. "h-hey! who are you?" she tries to be intimidating, but the surprise of a whole trespasser made her voice come out a squeak. "you're uhm, not supposed to be here."

ʚɞ

 

[Sealpaw Sealpaw]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

x

Sealpaw froze at the sound of something new approaching, breath catching in her throat briefly before remembering that if it was the coyote the noise would be far louder. She stared dumbly as another cat rounded the corner and came face to face with the apprentice, saying Sealpaw wasn't supposed to be here.

Her tufted ears slammed flat against her skull, though the tabby raised her head high in what she hoped would come off as a confident stance. "I didn't mean to trespass, miss. I got separated from my patrol when a coyote chased me across the thunderpath..." Sealpaw paused, shuffling uncertainly. Was it...wise to elaborate further? To give her name? This cat certainly didn't smell like Thunderclan, at least.

"...My name's Sealpaw...from Shadowclan. What's your name..? If you point me towards the thunderpath I can make my way back home." Preferably before her clanmates found her and mistook the larger cat for cornering the apprentice.

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALPAW

— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
#4c66bf

 

[Mothbite Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttMothbite wasted no time in pursuing Sealpaw and they Coyote. Instead of running full tilt, though, he had taken a more methodical approach, slinking through the bushes, just out of sight of the massive predator. He nimbly wove underneath branches and in between rocks, following the coyote's nasty scent. Eventually, he could hear the thing quiet down, having lost Sealpaw's trail and given up. That's a relief, at least. 'But did the damn kid need to run so far?

indentttThey've long since left Shadowclan territory, having crossed the thunderpath awhile ago and gone near the old colony's campsite. Now he's wound up in a part of the forest he didn't recognize, with tall trees that cast the forest floor in shadow, despite the bright Newleaf sun. What's worse, he's completely lost sight of Sealpaw. He's pretty sure she's okay - he'd watched the coyote leave without catching her - but it was only a matter of time before she found herself in some other sort of trouble.

indentttHe strained to catch her scent over the heavy smell of the pine trees. "Sealpaw, where are you? Can you hear me?"

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Mothbite | 20 moons | Shadowclan Nightguardbababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[F l e a p a w]

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A smaller, muddy-brown blur chased after Mothbite, paws pounding the dirt. The coyote's scent lingered on her palate—bitter and familiar, doglike and also not. It made the fur along Fleapaw's spine prickle, and her mouth pulled into a grimace.

Just her luck to get stuck with him looking for Sealpaw. Well, Fleapaw supposed she still kinda owed him for helping save Tickpaw. Still, if it were up to her she would've left Sealpaw to figure it out. Cause why the hell did that dumbass book it so damn far from the territory?

Her jaw clenched just thinking about that sorry excuse for a cat. If she was dumb enough to get munched by a mangy half-dog, then so be it. Flea kept her complaints to herself, though not that she even had a chance to voice them.

"C—can you—" She wheezed, "Chill?" Fleapaw slowed behind Mothbite, shoulders slumped with exhaustion. "She's prolly fine." The coyote gave up a ways back, so it wasn't like she was gonna be coyote chow anymore. Besides, couldn't that idiot make their way home themselves? Flea didn't get why they had to be out there chasing them. "Jeez." Wasn't he supposed to have it together when stuff went down?

Well, even if it was a massive pain in the ass least it was a good chance to practice some of the stuff Froststorm taught her. She rolled her eyes with a sigh and tilted her head to scent the air.

The overpowering stench of pine. Faint prey scent. But underneath all that, there was something else too—but what she didn't know yet. Fleapaw brushed ahead and scanned their surroundings. After a while nosing through the dirt, her eyes landed on a flattened patch of grass. "Hey! Maybe this is somethin'?" She called back to the Nightguard.

Rolled 1d20 for success. 14 - Average Success

Now history sides with the common man

FLEAPAW

9 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Are you one of us?

 

[Mothbite Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttMothbite's tail lashes behind him, anxious. "Don't whine just because you can't keep up." He 's not looking back at Fleapaw. Instead, his eyes and ears are alertly searching for any sign of the missing apprentice. "Sealpaw's a pushover, you know, we gotta catch up to her before she tries to make friends with the damn coyote or something." He tries to take a deep breath and center himself, but it comes out as an angry 'huff' instead.

indenttt'Probably Fine'? Now that the coyote was gone, maybe, but what if it had caught up to Sealpaw while she was fleeing? If Mothbite had been slowing his pace and 'chilling', Sealpaw would have no backup, she wouldn't stand a chance! Not that she'd stand much better of a chance with just Mothbite and Fleapaw with her, but at least it'd be something.

indentttHis ears are pricked to hear for a response - or a call for help - from Sealpaw. Instead, he hears Fleapaw call out to him. Hastily, he walks towards her, crouching down to sniff the same patch of grass that she did. "Yeah, I think I smell her! If we follow the scent from here..." Mothbite stands, eyes following the direction of the scent trail until they fall upon a gap in the underbrush that looks like it could have been caused by someone pushing through the greenery. "There, lets go."

indentttSure enough, he does find Sealpaw on the other side of the makeshift tunnel. There's another cat with her, a light brown molly with soft looking fur. Mothbite feels his fur bristle, but wills himself not to charge at the stranger hissing and spitting. It doesn't look like a fight, at least. Sealpaw doesn't look like she's in danger. 'Maybe Fleapaw was right, and I didn't need to be in such a rush... what a pain.' He approaches the pair with his tail held high in faux confidence.

indenttt"There you are, Sealpaw!"

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Mothbite | 20 moons | Shadowclan Nightguardbababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[Stoatpaw Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

Stoatpaw was frightfully on edge, chest still thumping from the encounter with the coyote. She volunteered to come along, it seemed like a disaster waiting to happen with Fleapaw, Sealpaw and Moth all on the same patrol. She had already had to stop Flea from tearing Seal's head off and it really seemed Flea wouldn't have cared if that nasty coyote did get its hands on her friend.

Usually, Stoat would be up in arms, trying to tell Flea otherwise, that Seal was an apprentice too, and she needed to be saved. But to admit she was much too tired to argue. Sleepless days and opting to join patrols at hours she should be asleep started to take somewhat of a toll. She knew she had grown a little less talkative, especially days like these, were a mixture of tiredness and wariness wore at her pelt. The adrenaline still thudding in her heart did nothing to quell it either.

But even then, she kept tracking, walking to the side of Mothbite in long strides, sniffing the air for anything familiar that could lead them to where Seal had gone. Moth reassured the coyote was gone, but still, she was on edge. Stoat's eyes darted around, noticing Fleapaw lagging behind. She would usually slow her stride to keep in time with her friend, but with Seal's life on the like Flea's ego wasn't the issue on her mind.

Though the patrol spreads out a little, Stoat opts to keep Mothbite in her vision, lest she be left behind, not hearing a command from the Night guard. Her ears perked, seeing Mothbite run from where he stood, running to Fleapaw where she had managed to find a... Makeshift tunnel? Sealpaw's scent still clung to the entrance, her eyes lighting up, realising the other was near.

A smile of relief washed over Stoatpaw's face, trotting towards the other. "Sealpaw, you're okay! We were so-" The words faltered on the apprentice's tongue, seeing another cat stood not too far from Seal. She looked to Mothbite, nervous, who stood uncharacteristically tall for the situation. She wasn't about to knock down his facade, instead turning to the stranger.

"Sorry, we got separated cause a coyote..." She hummed, trying to keep the situation from ever escalating; she assumed this other cat was a clan cat too. They'd all ended up in unfamiliar territory, smelling strongly of strange cats - not Thunder, Wind, nor River that was for sure - she had had her run-ins with them all already. "We aren't here to cause any issues, just wanted to find our friend."

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• 
  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 8 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[SWALLOWPAW]

ah, the skyclan handbook didn't prepare her for this... the trespasser turns out to be purely accidental, and apologetic. she introduces herself as sealpaw of shadowclan, adding another colony of cats in this bloated forest. how many would there be? her eyes dart back and forth, hoping this cat didn't bring any stray coyotes along. when it feels like sealpaw is alone, her fur flattens.

"i'm um... swallowpaw of skyclan." she introduces herself, tail-tip flicking nervously. there's no reason to add on her extra title of medicine cat, unless shadowclan wants to admit their medicine cat also has whitecough (it's contagious, after all).

a patrol of cats approach before swallowpaw is able to redirect sealpaw. they all share the same, strong scent of whatever's beyond the thunderpath... her nose involuntarily scrunches, expression twisting to mask her dislike. "it's— it's uhm alright." she brings a paw to her face, rubbing under her nose. "just um, don't do it again, please. this is skyclan's land." she explains once more to the newcomers.

ʚɞ

 

[Sealpaw Sealpaw]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

x

"Swallowpaw's a pretty name... I think it fits you real well..!" Sealpaw sits neatly, looking up at the older apprentice with something akin to awe. So there was ANOTHER clan, just like her own and Thunderclan. The name Skyclan brought birds to mind. Did they jump high enough to catch them mid flight? Were they so fast it almost seemed like they could take off into the sky? Swallowpaw's nervous looking around breaks her from her musing and she smiles in what she hopes comes off as reassurance.

"I lost the coyote a little ways back, I don't think it'll find us here." She wondered if that would also be the case when she would retrace her steps to find her way home. Maybe, if Swallowpaw let her, she'd lay low for a bit here to really make sure the coyote was gone.

The sound of rustling in the direction she had originally come from prompts the apprentice to stand, fur bristling and prepared for- OH! She knew those scents!

"Mothbite, Stoatpaw!" She almost can't hear herself over her own purring, even when it lessens somewhat as Fleapaw comes into view as well. "And Fleapaw too, I'm ok! I was just asking Swallowpaw here which way the thunderpath is so I could get back home..!" A tufted ear flicks towards the skyclan medicine cat before Sealpaw trots towards her clanmates, smiling.

"I'm sorry for trespassing, I really didn't mean to. I didn't even know there was another clan aside from us and Thunderclan..!" She was hopeful that, this time, meeting another clan wouldn't end in a fight like last time.

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALPAW

— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
#4c66bf

 

[Teaselfeather Teaselfeather]

TEASELPAW

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

There were many cats. Too many. Their pelts moved across the familiar earth like shifting shadows, carrying scents that didn't belong, pine needles, damp moss, and the heavy, earthen tang of mud. Teasel lingered at the edge of it all, wide-eyed, their posture low and still. Their fur prickled with unease, the scent of the strangers curling around their nose like smoke. They stayed close to Swallowpaw. Always close. It wasn't bravery that rooted them there, no, not quite. They weren't much of a fighter. But they could stand beside their medicine cat. They could be there. A quiet, watchful presence.

And though the tension in the air hinted at uncertainty, the mood wasn't hostile. It was... confused. There was a sense of searching. One of the unfamiliar apprentices looked particularly lost, and that alone shifted something in Teasel's chest. Maybe this wasn't danger. Not yet. It wasn't until the crowd grew too thick, the air too full of voices and foreign scents, that Teasel finally crept out from where they had hidden. They padded over to Swallowpaw in slow, deliberate steps and settled beside them, tail curled neatly around their paws. Green and blue eyes flicked up, scanning the group again, cautious, calculating.

The words "thunderpath" surfaced among the conversation, and Teasel blinked once before giving a soft purr in response. With a quiet flick of their tail, they gestured toward the path they knew, familiar, dangerous, loud. A moment passed. Then, gently, they tilted their head toward Swallowpaw. A small frown tugged at their features. The question hung in the air between them, silent and steady:

Are you okay?

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