Whispering Wetlands

[idia]

SQUIRRELRISE
she/her. 16 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]

"it's..nice to meet..you, too," squirrelrise meows. noticing that wormpaw was already making it's way towards bluebellbrook, she nods at the warrior. "I doubt..there will..b-be any..problems," at least, she hopes so, at least. "..but, if there are..c-call me over." she finishes before padding off, beginning to refresh the scent markers.

[ @anika @seeingstars apologies for such a teeny reply ]

[seeingstars]

Wormpaw • He / It • Shadowclan apprentice • 9 + Moons
A smoky black tom with white flecks throughout his pelt and pale yellow/blue heterochromatic eyes.

Wormpaw was still practically bouncing as he began to help remark on his and Bluebellbrook's side of the border. Occasionally he'd pause, looking off into the moor, wondering if any Windclan patrols would be out today.

He finished the section of the border he'd assigned to himself, finishing off right where they'd separated earlier. He sat, looking curiously across the border as he waited for Squirrelrise and Bluebellbrook to finish up, making sure at least one of them was in eyeshot at all times.

{ You're good dw!! <3 }

{ @idia • @anika }

[anika]

Bluebellbrook
ShadowClan Warrior
She / Her ; 28 Moons
´´Life's difficulties are what prepared me for my destiny - to be a ShadowClan Warrior.´´

Bluebellbrook blinked as Wormpaw followed her, her thick-furred tail swaying behind her. ´´Do you know how to mark the border?´´ The warrior asked the apprentice, her curled, tufted ears twitching. ´´If not, then what you will do is rub your scent glands across a plant that lies on the border, like this.´´

As she spoke, Bluebellbrook lowered her head and rubbed her cheek along the stems of a bramble bush, careful to avoid the thorns. ´´Be mindful of whatever you are marking, however. Like this bush, some of the plants have thorns.´´

[ @idia - Squirrelrise // @seeingstars - Wormpaw // @/WindClan Cats]

[idia]

SQUIRRELRISE
she/her. 16 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]

refreshing the last scent marker on her side of the border, squirrelrise shoots a glance at her patrolmates. her ear twitches, catching the sound of bluebellbrook's voice, though she's a bit too far away to hear what she's saying exactly. just manages to catch a few words. she pads back towards the spot the three originally split off at, meeting up with wormpaw.

[ @anika @seeingstars ]

[seeingstars]

Wormpaw • He / It • Shadowclan apprentice • 9 + Moons
A smoky black tom with white flecks throughout his pelt and pale yellow/blue heterochromatic eyes.

Wormpaw was taken aback " Oh- uh yeah- I know how to" He said followed by a dry laugh, and a smile "Squirrelrise taught me during our territory lesson- on like the first day of our training" The smoky-black tom responded, flicking his ear as he heard his mentor approaching.

The Shadowclan apprentice nodded in greeting and smiled toward Squirrelrise, his tail waving behind him. For his first patrol, this seemed pretty simple, short even. He looked between the two warriors "Is... that it? Do... we just head back now?" He asked, tilting his head.

He didn't want to go back, but knew they couldn't stay out here forever.

{ @idia • @anika }

[Frogs]

The small diluted tabby she-cat apprentice Wisteria'paw set out on her first 'solo' border patrol but she new her mentor would be watch her from afar. She approached the wind clan border sticking her tough out and breathing in the sheep smelling air. "No recent activity." she said just loud enough to were her hiding mentor could hear.

[gs29513]

Deadmoon had decided to take a little stroll, and decided checking the Shadowclan border was a decent direction to take. She was just walking, might as well walk in a direction that would have some use. The pine forest had been quiet enough recently, thank goodness, but it never hurt to check. Because she was maybe a little paranoid. Sue her, but she still remembered the border being lined with pelts. It hadn't been in a while, most of the cats directly responsible were gone, but the cat in charge of Shadowclan at the time decidedly wasn't.

So Deadmoon had to check. Because Owlpaw.....Owlpaw was missing. And while she dreaded the thought of finding the beloved little molly here, knowing was better than not knowing. Certainty at least gave her a chance to grieve push down all her feelings and ignore it as long as she could. Whatever. She was going to check and it would be fine.

It.....actually was fine. No bodies, at least. A start. No scent of Owlpaw. Though there was another cat. Exactly one. A child, by the looks of it. Deadmoon wasn't exactly up to date on every single rule, but she was PRETTY sure that being out of camp alone at that age was pretty distinctly banned. And actually, come to think of it, this cat didn't smell like clan at all. The scent of the border had masked this fact somewhat, but as Deadmoon approached it became clear that, whoever they were, they weren't clan. Certainly not Windclan.

Who are you? the molly inquired, putting a bit of force into her voice. The kid didn't LOOK like a threat, but one could never be too careful. You aren't Windclan, so you shouldn't be skulking about at our border. This should probably be standard knowledge, but then again the younger cat might not have been taught the rules of the clans wherever they came from. Deadmoon didn't plan to shred them to ribbons or anything, but she did plan on making sure they got OFF of Windclan land.
@Frogs (Hi! There isn't a Wisteriapaw I can see on any of the clan allegiances, so Deadmoon has assumed she is an outsider and will be treating her as such )