The Rift [ Atari / RiverClan Border ]

[wolfie]

┆彡 T H E S I N - E A T E R ☆

HE . HIM . 55 MOONS . RIVERCLAN WARRIOR

heavily scarred & malnourished black tom with white speckles; cloudy light amber eyes. walks with a prominent limp & has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip.


content + interaction warning : this character frequently explores themes of mental health, complex trauma, and abuse

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└➤ ⌗ @ophelia

he sat there for what seemed to be an eternity — or perhaps it was only his perception. the way time felt to him was ever changing, went too fast; too slow. wormbite nodded his head in acknowledgement to beastflame, waiting for the final member of their patrol to appear but she never showed. a frown flickered across his lips, brief before dispersing into blankness. "let uss head off, " he said after a while it became clear redmire would not be joining them. he pushed himself up into a standing position and started to head off into the territory.

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stars, walking through unfamiliar territory while not only being blind but with two impaired legs was irritating to say the least. scarred paws slid forward before taking a proper step, doing his best to avoid obstacles but that didn't stop the warrior from every so often slamming his shoulder into a tree and then having to hold back a pained yelp.

luckily, as they neared the border the trees started to become more spread out. the foliage was less troublesome. wormbite halted as the scent of stranger reached its strongest point; they were here. his nose crinkled in mild distaste, tail flickering back and forth. he didn't like this place. it unnerved him. at least the clans had a code, perhaps not many truly listened but at least it was there. he shook his head lightly before picking a direction and heading alongside the crack.

at least nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. his large & slightly curled ears swiveled to the sounds around him, overly aware of the absence of birdsong. it seemed to be so sparse throughout the mountains. though, he did not have to risk the wrath of crows. they did not know his face here.

hopefully. he was momentarily dragged out of his thoughts at the scent of a mouse, something he hadn't noticed beforepaw. he dropped swiftly into a hunter's crouch, nose twitching as he started to follow the trail. it didn't take long for the warrior to find the mice, whiskers quivering as they sensed vibrations. a beat. he launched himself forward, paws slamming down and with a dying squeak wormbite delivered a swift killing bite. extra prey was always nice.

eventually once he was finished he headed back to the original place they had separated. his ears perked up at the sound of beastflame's pawsteps which was soon followed by his voice. "ssame here, " he replied - voice slightly muffled by the mouse. with a small nod, the black tom started to limp back to camp.

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★ ULTIMATE PREDATOR ★ JUST A SCRATCH ★ SHADOW FIEND

[taillow]

DUSKLION
she/her | riverclan deputy | 30 moons
go with the flow, rapid recovery, beefed up t3, mind reader

There were oh so many things currently going wrong - like Wisteriawren and guilt weighing on her mind much more than she would've liked - so in true Dusklion fashion she was shoving all of that down in favor of physical exercise. She had woken early and trotted from camp without bothering saying a word to anyone. Part of her knew it was impractical to patrol the border so much, but she couldn't help it; they knew nothing about this group and the deputy was worried that... well, that... she just wanted to know any cats that were near their Clan.

The one healer she had met seemed friendly enough. Standing at the border the dark tabby gazed across into the territory. Who were they? How long had they been here? ...What were they like? Her loyalty and heart would never leave the sandy beaches of RiverClan, but her curiosity of what else lay out here had only grown with their settling in the mountains. "Who are you...?" she murmured to herself, the breeze ruffling her fur slightly.

[JellyCat]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Brokenstream | 22 MOONS | HE/HIM ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
sleek golden bengal tom with light green eyes, jet black ears & back legs
header by @/Marigoldwhisper

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Brokenstream padded forward, ears alert for any sounds of the group of cats known to be at the other side of the border. They hadn't caused any trouble yet, but he didn't relish the fact that it was just him alone with his fresh out of kithood apprentice. If things went south, it could end badly. They would just have to make this quick. "Come on, Catfishpaw. Make sure you keep up." He meowed over his shoulder, slowing his pace to make sure that he wouldn't get too far ahead of her. This would be her first patrol, he was pretty sure. It must be exciting for her. However, the warrior wanted to make sure he stressed the importance of safety. Especially since there wasn't exactly much undergrowth to hide them.

"We mark along these lines, not over them, okay?" Brokenstream explained, taking this opportunity to mark one of the few bushes nearby. "And we don't cross it. Even if it's not a Clan, we need to respect their boundaries. They haven't caused any trouble for us and we shouldn't cause any for them." With that, he waited for Catfishpaw to mark a few spots herself while he continued to pad along the border, sniffing to see if the scents were recent.

( @Katiethewolfchild )

[taillow]

Along the border there are signs of a struggle. Tufts of black and reddish-orange fur are strewn about, as well as droplets of scarlet blood. Dusklion's scent hangs thick on the surrounding areas as well, and there seems to be kicked up debris all over. The scent trail leads towards the edge of the cliff and then vanishes seemingly without a trace. . .

[ open for someone to find and report to fadingstar! ]

[Bean]

What.. What happened???

Antlerbranch stood there in disbelief as Dusklion's scent hung in the air, ground dotted with blood. Oh no, no no no no. The brown tom stood there, not knowing what to do. What if Dusklion was-

No. She couldn't be.

Antlerbranch took a couple of steps forward, examining the area. "Blood, Her fur, Her scent, Debries, and... A cliff." What the hell happened here?

[ @taillow ]

[Kix]

Applebees
And I think I've lost my will
+ she/her + No purrks

She was just on a stroll today and that was all, just to clear her mind from the mess that it was currently. Applebees was still after all torn up about the clan being exiled and still depressed about her dead mate. Her going on hunting or herb patrols only did so much to keep her distracted. The cross-eyed molly decided that checking out the border was a good spot to take a walk on. One of the things she didn't plan on encountering was what she could only guess was the remains of some sort of tussle. "Oh my.." she mumbled as she took a further look at the scrapes of fur lying about in a mess. She could also catch a scent of Dusklion and a trail going off in the distance towards the cliffside, this did not bode well for anyone. At first, she hadn't realized that Antlerbranch had shown up too, after all her focus was on the mess in front of them. "There is no telling exactly what happened h're but Fadin'tar needs to be informed about this" she turned to look the other warrior in the eyes.

@Bean