Event Border ShadowClan SkyClan the spaces in between // skyclan patrol

[stormcrow]

♱ The path to four trees is a long one. About ten miles, as the crow flies. And Stormcrow, though ever dutiful, is impatient to get there. She did not like the idea of these so-called "Shadowclanners", did not like their habit of sneaking around in the dark and stealing. Did not like how they treated borders like suggestions rather than rules. She hasn't met them yet, but seriously doubt she would get along with any of them. They were weak. No better than kitty pets, using tricks to gain an advantage rather than facing cats in the light, with honor.

She sets a fast pace towards the border, hoping to reach it before sun high. They could hunt on the way back, if they wanted to. She expects those behind her to keep up, but does not check to see if they can.

Soon enough, they close in four trees, the smell of other cats, of other clans, making her wrinkle her nose in distaste. She did not care for the smell of cats not belonging to Skyclan.

"Stonepaw, you stick with me– I'll show you how we scent mark. The rest of you, feel free to spread out a little, though don't go trying to cover Windclan or Riverclan's markers. We're here to set our border, not contest anyone else's. And make sure our border is strong. I don't want anyone accidentally–" she says this word with a rather spiteful tone– "tumbling into our territory again."

♡ STORMCROW. 44 moons
temporary mentor of teaselpaw,
daughter of snowveil
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - @Maiseyleg @CARRIONSIGHT @Stonepaw @sweetholly

 

[Stonepaw]

Stonepaw kept pace without complaint, air fluttering through her nose as she trudged after her mentor. Since being rescued, she hadn't ventured past the border more than once, though that hadn't been her choice. Though her limbs ached, she tried her best not to show it. She wouldn't, not when Stormcrow moved like a blade through the grass, sharp and focused. Stonepaw admired much of what the she-cat did, and while she didn't understand completely what drove her mentor's tension, she could feel it thrumming in the air between pawsteps.

There were still many questions on her mind about the whole ordeal. Why trespass or steal herbs to begin with? Why not ask as Swallowpaw did? The RiverClan medicine cat explained that some herbs could only be found in special areas, but that still seemed a poor excuse for what they had done.

Her nose twitched, taking in the scents around them. She wasn't sure yet what distinguished the thieving clan, only that they weren't the same others whose scents she memorized. The half-tail twitched, round ears angling to catch what the Sun Guard said. Stonepaw nodded and padded forward, falling into step just behind. "Yes, Stormcrow."

She glanced around the clearing, eyes drawn to the large branches of the tree looming over them. Stonepaw wondered if it would be too risky to try her luck at climbing it… Fujimoto fell and got injured climbing a normal tree, and she wasn't as experienced either, so maybe so. Her gaze lingered on it a breath longer than she should have, before sprinting to catch up.

______Do not take what is not yours ⛉ Do not step on sacred land______

• "speech" - thoughts / emphasis
  
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• Stonepaw she/her & skyclan
  ☁︎ LH lilac point with a thick mane, blue eyes, and a half-tail.
  ☁︎ A hollow, vacant voice, stripped of emotion.
  ☁︎ Mentored by Stormcrow.
  ☁︎ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted For other, DM.
  ☁︎ Smells of pine needles and petrichor.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[Maiseyleg Maiseyleg]

ababababababa The seasons change, we are not the same

indentMaiseyleg has to admit, she's feeling rather drowsy. Something about the warming sun, maybe, as Newleaf turns to Greenleaf. As it beats down and soaks into her long coat, she can't help but want to lay down and close her eyes, waiting until the heat of the day has passed.

indentIn an effort to wake herself up, Maiseyleg hastens her pace, but keeps herself placed behind Stormcrow's lead. She doesn't want to undermine the patrol's leadership, after all.

indentInstead, she busies herself with observing the foliage as they pass it by. Maiseyleg had come by this part of the territory before, but it was during the colder moons. The forest has come alive, in the time since, with thick and vibrant foliage overtaking the underbrush. She doesn't recognize many of the plants she sees. Maiseyleg has never been the best at identifying leafy things, but back at the old territory she had at least become familiar with the most common herbs and such. Here, she feels rather out of her depth. Maybe she could ask Swallowpaw to point some local plants out to her, later.

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Maiseyleg | 63 moons | Warrior of Skyclan ababababbnihfibnfdifdhfhababa