♡ s o f t s o n g she/her - 98 moons - WindClan - aroace - tags; @Katiethewolfchild @Blaze_Songs239 ___________________________________
Ugh. How can ShadowClan stand living in their territory? Softsong hated patrolling the Whispering Wetlands border in leafbare, wet mud squelching beneath her paws at every step.She marked her scent as she went, following behind Bearpelt. In her experience, Dawnstar kept her warriors in check and they kept to their side of the border, but she sniffed as she went anyway, checking for any of their scent on the WindClan side.
A strong ShadowClan scent hit her and she held her tail up, signalling her patrol mates to stop for a moment. She wrinkled her nose, glancing around and spotting a patrol on the other side of the border. Great. As if the swampy ground wasn't unpleasant enough to deal with already.
Softsong said nothing but kept a wary eye on them as she continued to mark their side. Their two clans might have been temporarily allied against a common threat, but she still didn't trust them as far as she could throw them. She found herself a little glad Fallowpaw had decided to sleep in - they didn't want another apprentice killed if this turned into a border dispute, though with any luck the ShadowClan patrol would mind their own business.
Blazesong trotted to keep up, ears perked, eyes bright and alert, and tail swishing. She loved patrolling- even in the Whispering Wetlands she found it exceedingly pleasant. She tripped a little in a rather slick patch of dark, slimy mud, and shivered as it splattered up her forleg. With a grunt of dismay, Blazesong marked her scent and bounded back upward.
A chilly wind blew the scent of Shadowclan into her nose. There must be a patrol nearby. She scanned the bushes with her eyes, spotted a patrol, before hastily abandoning her vantage point. Blazesong was always curious about other clans. She twitched her whiskers and following Bearpelt, eyes watching the ShadowClan land. She stumbled on a root, since she wasn't looking where she was going, and more mud splashed on her. Blazesong pressed back a massive shiver, shook out her pelt, and enthusiastically marked her scent. "Hey, do you think ShadowClan actually likes frogs?" she asked to no particular cat on the patrol.
Blazesong shuddered. She wouldn't eat a frog for all the prey in Green-leaf- probably. Well actually she would. Her curiousity always got the best of her.
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Flamegaze was glad to see her little slip-up hadn't cause too much of a commotion. wrinkling her nose at the muddy marsh, she began marking the territory and saw Bitterbane do the same. As they began to move along again, she heard Bitterbane's new question. somewhere in her brain, she could tell that Bitterbane was holding back from asking more questions. she was fine with that.
Turning her brain to the question at hand, she made a face."I doubt it. this place is disgusting. it would probably still be wet just to keep up appearances, even in a drought." she giggled quietly at the ridiculousness of that thought. It was bad form, but she couldn't help it. Besides, it would go with the cheerful, almost ditsy mask she was putting up.
Bitterbane laughed back, amused by the image of a swamp hurriedly making its marshes muddy before anybody could catch sight of dry dirt. Her laughter petered out eventually and she sighed thoughtfully. As much as this place sucked, at least Flamegaze had good jokes to make the experience better.
She gave the border one last cursory glance and found, to her surprise, that WindClan's patrol had arrived to check the borders. She studied the trio of cats and her ears perked up when their voices carried to her. Yes, we do enjoy frogs very much, she held back. Bitterbane knew that the other clans would never believe them on that claim.
The warrior's face twinged as the will to leave and the will to say hello warred. Eventually, her desire to leave the marsh won. Bitterbane looked to her patrol mate with a shrug. "Let's leave before this mud gets caked into my fur permanently," she suggested to Flamegaze quietly. She doubted the other patrol would do something bad, and if they did, she would turn a blind eye. It was too cold out to worry over 'stolen prey' and 'border intrusions.' Bitterbane only hoped her clanmate would share her mindset.
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she/her || 11moons small and scruffy calico with one blinding eye
"I do trust her!" Lichenpaw explains quickly, worried that she probably phrased her question wrong, "sorry, I didn't mean to come across as... um... what's the word? Rebellious maybe? I know it's strategically smart I just..." For a moment, the calico flounders over her words, unsure what to say. It's not that she doesn't trust Twilightstar or her judgement in this, but... she doesn't trust Dawnstar, or any of the rest of ShadowClan for that matter. What if they used this alliance to get intimate knowledge of how WindClan runs? What if some of ShadowClan cozies up to some of WindClan and makes them feel like it's safe to share WindClan secrets? She's just... uneasy, that's all.
"What if Dawnstar uses the alliance to claw us in the back..?" she can't help but ask, voice coming out in a whisper. A moment later, she shakes her head, as if clearing away the thought. "Sorry, maybe we shouldn't talk about this here or now. Should we head back?"
Hawkfur
Windclan
he/him | 45 moons
[Deep russet tabby with blue eyes and a white chest muzzle and paws]
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[Lichenpaw - @FrostyGalaxy ]
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Oh dear, it seemed the apprentice had spiraled into a fear that she had come across as rebellious. Hawkfur opened his mouth to reassure her, but she just kept going, apologizing and insisting she did trust Twilightstar. He sighed, letting her get it out of her system, before stopping her with a tail to her back. "Lichenpaw. Questioning an alliance is not rebellion. You are smart to consider the opportunities and drawbacks of something as serious as this." And her mention of Dawnstar using it as an opportunity to betray WindClan... well, he would be lying if he said he hadn't been concerned about that either. "There is no simple answer, unfortunately. But," he added on slowly, "WindClan is known for their tenacity. We survived in the tunnels for generations, we live in the most exposed part of the forest and we thrive in it. We won't go down easily." He gave her a kind look, then took his tail away and shook the cold from his fur. "We can head back. You should take this opportunity to mark some of the border as well."
As they turned to go, Hawkfur paused again, giving Lichenpaw a serious look. "Never feel afraid to voice your concerns, at least not to me, alright? WindClan has to look out for each other."
[NO WORRIES!! We can end after the next response or two if you like >: D I love Lichenpaw she is so silly]
*-Lichenpaw-* 109/100
she/her || 11moons small and scruffy calico with one blinding eye
At the suggestion, Lichenpaw runs up to where the scent markers are, taking a moment to memorize their locations and then adding her own scent to the mix. It feels good to be useful, to help aid in the setting of clear boundaries. From the smell of it, ShadowClan haven't been encroaching further than their share which is a good thing. She still has doubts about this alliance, but hopefully it will work out.
"Thank you, Hawkfur," Lichenpaw purrs gratefully, eyes closing in a smile. She's one step closer to being a warrior, to being - in her view - a full member of WindClan. It's... a bittersweet feeling, sort of. She'll miss being an apprentice, but she's excited for the next steps. WindClan is... a little bit of a mess lately, even if they are good at hiding it.
[ tyvm for helping with her training lichen and i appreciate you and hawkfur very much (: ]
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Bitterbane laughed back, amused by the image of a swamp hurriedly making its marshes muddy before anybody could catch sight of dry dirt. Her laughter petered out eventually and she sighed thoughtfully. As much as this place sucked, at least Flamegaze had good jokes to make the experience better.
She gave the border one last cursory glance and found, to her surprise, that WindClan's patrol had arrived to check the borders. She studied the trio of cats and her ears perked up when their voices carried to her. Yes, we do enjoy frogs very much, she held back. Bitterbane knew that the other clans would never believe them on that claim.
The warrior's face twinged as the will to leave and the will to say hello warred. Eventually, her desire to leave the marsh won. Bitterbane looked to her patrol mate with a shrug. "Let's leave before this mud gets caked into my fur permanently," she suggested to Flamegaze quietly. She doubted the other patrol would do something bad, and if they did, she would turn a blind eye. It was too cold out to worry over 'stolen prey' and 'border intrusions.' Bitterbane only hoped her clanmate would share her mindset.
Flamegaze's ears twitched at the scent -and sight- of the windclanners. she eyed them suspiciously, but she didn't engage them. she didn't particularly want a fight today, not with tensions this high. she was willing to ignore them as long as they didn't do anything stupid.
hearing Bitterbane's quiet suggestion, Flamegaze nodded, turning back to her. "Yeah, let's go," she said, turning away from the windclan cats starting slowly back towards camp. She saw her paws drenched and caked in mud, and she sighed. "Ugh. I might never get this stuff off my paws," she muttered, probably loud enough for Bitterbane to hear. she didn't care, really, if she heard her. she just wanted to get back to camp and get the mud out of her fur.
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Hawkfur
WindClan
he/him | 45 moons
[Deep russet tabby with blue eyes and a white chest muzzle and paws]
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[Lichenpaw - @FrostyGalaxy ]
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Hawkfur nodded, blinking happily at her. "It was my pleasure. WindClan is in need of strong warriors, and I think you'll make a good one." Hawkfur missed being a mentor, and the patrol with Lichenpaw soothed that ache a little. He enjoyed teaching, and encouraging young warriors of WindClan to be the best they could be. With these thoughts in mind, and a warm heart, the pair headed back to camp.
[Ofc ofc!! Had a blast : D Thank you for giving him a reason to be a mentor <3 ]
♡ s o f t s o n g she/her - 98 moons - WindClan - aroace - tags; @Katiethewolfchild @Blaze_Songs239 ___________________________________
Softsong watched warily as the ShadowClan patrol padded away without any trouble. "Watch what you say at the border," she mewed to Blazesong, glancing back at her. "Prey is prey, and you don't want to accidentally offend them and start a fight - we have enough trouble at the other borders to deal with."
She marked one last spot before turning back to the patrol. "We should head back to camp, or we'll end up late and Fallownose will have us on apprentice duties."
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lichen and i appreciate you and hawkfur very much (: ]
