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  • #6037
    Shy
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    Desertrose
    The Deputy of Windclan

    The journey to the border was a quiet affair. The sky above them a clear, azure blue with hardly a cloud in sight, and the ground beneath them was now a rich pasture of lush green adorned with fresh, colorful  flowers. All was silent except for the sound of their paws weaving through the tall grass, and the occasional song of a bird flying overhead. Desertrose had been relatively silent. All too weary and worn from the gathering before— not to mention the sleepless that had been caused by her father. His endless bickered still burned her ears. Needless to say, he had not been very happy about the change in rules, and had angrily complained about it until the first light of dawn. How someone could be so bent over a change in rules was beyond her. The golden feline was eager to be home so she could rest, finally slowing to a stop as they neared the border. 

    #6040
    Feared
    Participant

    Eveningstorm ~ WindClan Warrior

    Everyone seemed a bit wary and strung rather tight because of the gathering, things had not exactly gone to plan and the fact that the medicine cats had been arguing with one another and shouting at leaders had everyone on edge. Medicine cats were the calm of the clan, regardless of the actions of the warriors and high ranks. Pupils narrowed slightly against the brightness of the sun, glancing up once to see the vibrant blue sky with wisps of cloud streaking the wide sky while the sun shone brightly upon the moorland. Grunting faintly, he lowered his chin slightly in order to look around the moorland. Green grass was growing taller and taller, nourished from the warm rains and the strong rays of the sun shining down. Broad shoulders slightly pushed the grass out of his way as he walked, broad paws pushing into the earth as his toes splayed out with each step, enjoying the touch of cool dirt. Dark molten amber eyes flickered towards Desertrose as she walked just a tail length ahead of him, she appeared tense and the bags under her eyes expressed to him that she was running on fumes from a sleepless night.

    Eveningstorm wasn’t her biggest fan, but he supposed that was only because she had been given the deputy rank. Dark pink nostrils flared slightly as he released a huff of air before he quickened his pace, left ear twitching slightly. “You see a little worse for wear, this morning.” His deep voice filtered out softly, glancing towards the she-cat for a moment before looking back ahead of him. Even if they were on a patrol to scout the border between WindClan and ShadowClan, didn’t mean that he had to follow in brooding silence. “Have a sleepless night?” Thin whiskers twitched at the pull of the breeze, the air was sweet from the perfume of new-leaf blooms, while the birds were singing here and there. Perhaps today would be a good day, but one can never be too relaxed.

    #6042
    Hareflight [Mel]
    Participant

    It was horribly quiet during the patrol. What words were spoken, were spoken in whispers, and Shadepounce was quiet honestly tired of it. The silence really only made the anxious pressure beating down on them worse, but what was he to say? He could bring up the gathering, but that seemed like a bad move. So, he remained silent as he weaved through the grass, golden eyes scanning the area and ears pricked and twisting the capture the moor’s sounds. He paused once to shake out his thick black pelt, letting out a breath.

    It’s warm out today, isn’t it?” He said, to no one in particular. Really, falling back on the weather. Fantastic move, Shade. He snorted in amusement to himself, rolling his eyes. At this point, all he wanted to do was finish up this patrol, get back to camp, and find a shaded patch to relax in until a little bit later. His pace slowed as they neared the border, eyes shifting to glance at each of his clanmates on the patrol, offering an easy smile to them.

    #6044
    Jetstream
    Participant

    – T I N Y F L A M E –

    The early day patrols were never usually her favorite thing, in all honesty, as she had been spending a lot of her nights recently anxiously keeping an eye on her mate’s breathing patterns while he slept. Tinyflame would never admit it aloud to anyone other than their healers or perhaps their leader, but she was more concerned than ever lately of Owlbelly’s wheezing– especially while he slept. One of her biggest fears was going to sleep one night and waking up to find him… gone. The tiny ginger feline took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down and to expel the thought from her mind with a brisk shake of her head. She was on a patrol today, with the Clan’s new deputy, who had likely little to no real opinion of her yet aside from a brooding she-cat that was caught in her worries over her mate. Despite how long she had spent getting to a firm established relationship with him, Tinyflame did not want to be defined as just a heartsick molly. She had to prove herself today as a capable warrior to their new deputy.

    Her paper thin ears flicked at Eveningstorm’s musing towards Desertrose and she flashed him a pointed look. “She has a right to be tired,” she replied, making a clear effort to keep her tone of voice placid despite her clear annoyance. She and her former mentor were making bounds recently in patching up their estranged connection and she didn’t want to tug at any thin ropes that might snap the bond that barely held between them. “Being a deputy is hard work, not to mention all that’s been going on recently…” Tinyflame finished softly, averting her blue eyes to her paws.

    #6046
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    Brookflower hung at the back of the patrol with her ears perked, listening in on what was around them. She had not been chosen to go to last night’s Gathering, but her Clanmate’s who attended would not stop talking about the drama that had occurred. That was one reason why she was grateful no one was talking on this patrol. I wish I could have seen Wolfstar snap. Her father was known for keeping cool during troubling moments, and she had honestly never seen him yell. I wonder if it was scary. She couldn’t imagine a large, muscular tom yelling at her and calling her an imbecile. The slim feline twitched her ears when Shadepounce broke the silence, obviously annoyed by the silence that hung between them all. She grunted in agreeance, looking up at the bright sky. No clouds hung above them, unlike last night. During the Gathering, the sky darkened with thunder roaring in the distance. She had stayed in camp staring at the storm hovering over the Ghostly Flats with curiosity. 

    When Tinyflame spoke, Brookflower nodded her head. “I hope all this drama goes away soon…” If there was a rift between WindClan and RiverClan, that would mean it would be even harder to see Forestmask. The WindClan warrior continued to follow their new deputy, keeping her ears perked for any unusual sounds.

    #6053
    Pheebs
    Participant

    FALCONPAW

    – windclan apprentice –

    The lean Oriental tom kept in step with the others, set between Tinyflame and Brookflower, drawn by their quiet warmth. Falconpaw wasn’t sure how to feel about being picked to join a patrol of warriors, he should’ve been proud but his sisters were off training and ignoring him again. Silently he wished he could repair the damage done to their relationship, but Falconpaw knew that they’d always had, and likely always will, a love-hate relationships. Still, “hate days” made the tabby tired, as could be seen by the silver tom’s somber countenance.

    “Do all border patrols have to be this early?” He mumbled aloud, thin tail flicking side to side uncertainly. “It’s pretty cold for new-leaf, huh?” Falconpaw gave the two mollies beside him his most winning, friendly smile. “I think it’s pretty cold,” the apprentice responded to Shadepounce’s words, amber eyes glittering with amusement. 

    “Do you think we’ll run into any Shadowclanners?” Falconpaw quickened his pace to dart forward until he was trotting beside Eveningstorm and just behind Desertrose. Apprentice he was, and it was made clearer by his excitement and wonder at the world. He’d been an apprentice for three moons but still felt and acted like it was his first moon, actively intrigued by all things and always happy to learn something new.

    #6056
    Hornetstar
    Participant

    HORNETSTAR.

    After the Gathering, it had been made abundantly clear which side all the Clans would be taking – or at least it was now to Hornetstar. As he had predicted, WindClan and ThunderClan  were going to be allies. They technically weren’t in war yet, but they might as well have been with how high tensions were running now. The Gathering, once more, had been an absolute disaster. He still couldn’t believe what was happened, and was irked just thinking about it.

    Partly hoping to catch Wolfstar or Hollystar in the act of something scandalous, like a secret meeting, he had decided he would be joining the dawn patrol on the WindClan border today, close to the ThunderClan border. He knew it was highly unlikely, but a guy could hope. Not to mention he wanted to make sure things would continue running mostly smoothly if another patrol was encountered, with tensions so high.  “Stick close, mind the border. We all know they’ll be petty if we set even a whisker on their side,” he huffed back to his patrol, rolling his bright green eyes.

    #6057
    Roach
    Participant

    Ravenwatcher ~Shadowclan Warrior


    Periwinkle lavender hues flicker side to side with unease as he follows silently behind the patrol. After the recent gathering, an uncomfortable heaviness clings to the air. It was almost suffocating as the tall obsidian oriental tom trails at the end, feeling that he should keep his guard up while Hornetstar leads them through Shadowclan territory to check up on the border that separates them from Windclan. The dark tom was curious as to why their leader decided to take charge. It wasn’t common for a leader to go on patrol. At least he never noticed. Raven softly sighs, ears perked to attention as he listens intently to his surroundings. He didn’t know how he felt with all the clans picking sides, he didn’t like the feeling of dread that was in the pit of his stomach. 

    Staring at the back of Hornetstar, taking in his words of caution. ‘Like that made me feel better’ he thought sarcastically, but nonetheless picked up his pace to stick closer to his comrades. Lips parting as he takes in the scents around him, making sure their borders remain strong and unbroken from unwanted felines. 
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    #6059
    Hareflight [Mel]
    Participant

    ~ Scarletflood, ShadowClan Warrior ~

    Scarletflood couldn’t believe the state of things. The gathering had been a disaster, and it was unbelievable how disrespectful the other leaders had been to Hornetstar. In her very reasonable opinion, her brother was the only proper leader up there. Russet tail swaying as she picked up her pace, Scarletflood moved to walk beside Hornetstar, snorting slightly at his comment. “Really, as if they could even defend the border if we were planning an attack. Those lot are nothing more than a bunch of flea-infested mousebrains.” She muttered to him, golden eyes rolling as she scoffed. “I can’t believe how Wolfstar treated you. Honestly, they’re itching for a fight.” Scarletflood would be more than happy to bring it to them, but with tensions so high, one measly fight could easily be the catalyst to a war. Not that such a thing would be uncalled for.

    She grumbled at the thought, claws digging into the ground beneath her, but senses otherwise alert for any sign of WindClan. Wouldn’t it be just… right if they caught them in the act of something? Scarletflood glanced over at Hornetstar, wondering if he was thinking the same thing. After all, with ThunderClan and WindClan so clearly forging alliances… Wasn’t that close enough to an act of war? Sides had been chosen, now all that was left was for things to get started.

    #6068
    Pheebs
    Participant

    RUSSETSTORM

    The russet furred tom trotted along, his usual relaxed smile resting naturally on his lips. “Peace, Scarletflood,” Russ snickered, blue eyes twinkling with light. “War has not been declared yet.” Which was laughable from Russetstorm, who was as volatile as they come in Shadowclan, despite his lazy attitude and childish games. Russetstorm inhaled deeply, ears twitching at the sound of prey life surrounding them. It was great that it was New-Leaf. 

    “What a time to be alive,” the tom murmured, grinning from ear to ear. “Well, not now, of course. But in general, this is a nice season, ain’t it Hornetstar?” Russ spoke to everyone like a friend, boundaries useless to him and his outstanding confidence and lack of fear. Few things terrified him, and whether that was because he didn’t have the brains to be afraid or was simply a fearless tom was often debated when it came to him.

    #6070
    Shy
    Participant
    Desertrose
    The Deputy of Windclan

    The airy fragrance of silky petals and wild grass clung to her shiny coat like a sweet perfume, though it was soon overpowered by the astringent scent of pine as they traveled closer towards the border. She took note of how the shady evergreens blotted out the sun with its dense canopy, only sparse light streaking through the boughs in both brilliant and shadowy beams. Though she would always prefer her treeless moorlands, the other territories were admittedly beautiful in their own unique way. Taking a moment to appreciate the fresh air, the deputy inhaled deeply. Each breath was like water, fresh and cleansing, flowing freely into her lungs as it calmed her tattered nerves.

    Desertrose’s angular ears twitched in a late respond to Eveningstorm’s inquisitive voice. Her senses were not as sharp as they normally were, and her surroundings were easily distracting, but it was understandable seeing as she’d hardly slept. “Yes,” she breathed out, answering his question before adding with a wry laugh, “My father— he’s very old fashioned, and loud.” The laugh was for their benefit, although there was no true humor behind it. The deputy was quiet again, as if thinking to herself before her eyes met with Tinyflame’s. She smiled at her; an indication that she appreciated her input. The warrior had been through much lately but had managed to retain her strength all the same. It was admirable.

    Another voice pulled her attention to the excited apprentice that trotted happily behind them. A warm smile brightened her tired visage, but before she could even answer him, she heard the sound of footfall and voices in the distance, as if right on queue. “Well, I was hoping that we wouldn’t, but it looks like we just might,” the deputy groaned in annoyance, the fresh scent of Shadowclan warriors confirming her suspicions. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. “Try not to let any of them rile you. Tensions are high right now and they’re likely still sore from the gathering. We’re only here to patrol our side of the border and return to camp.” With a lash of her long tail, she carried on marking their side of the border, paying little mind to the Shadowclan patrol.

    #6120
    Feared
    Participant

    Eveningstorm ~ WindClan Warrior

    Ears twitched slightly as he heard the loud voice of Shadepounce as he tried to keep the air light, speaking of the weather. He had to admire his gusto with trying to lighten the worries of the others around him, but honestly the air remained thick with unease and unspoken tension from what occurred at the gathering. Whiskers twitched faintly as he nodded to Shadepounce, he wouldn’t play into the toms game but he did appreciate what he was trying to do. He blinked when Tinyflame reprimanded him, dark amber eyes shifting towards his former apprentice as she teamed up with Desertrose to defend her honor. Good to know you haven’t changed. He thought with mere amusement, the tip of his tail moving to gently flick against Tinyflame’s nose, a grunt leaving his throat. “If I want to point out the bags under her eyes are hanging lower than usual, I will.” He snickered, but he didn’t do so in a rude tone. He was trying to mend the bond he had severed with Tinyflame, things were going slowly but it was better than nothing.

    Desertrose finally spoke as she mentioned that her father was old fashioned and loud, she didn’t need to say anymore than that for him to know her father was expressing his opinion with altering the medicine cat mating rule. This time it was Eveningstorm who struggled with what to say, a sigh finally leaving his nostrils. “Changes are healthy. Keep doing what you’re doing, Desertrose. Wolfstar and Startledcrow will need your support.” He meowed, before his eyes flickered towards Tinyflame as she was watching her paws as she walked, perhaps her mind was flickering to Owlbelly, her sickly mate. Shifting in his walk, he lightly bumped his right foreleg against her shoulder blade, since she was much shorter than him. “Chin up, kiddo. We’ll get through it.” He nodded down at her before he kept his pace with Desertrose. Falconpaw’s question could be heard by all and as if on cue, the distasteful scent of ShadowClan tickled the back of his throat.

    “Great.” He grumbled slightly as his dark amber eyes roamed along the ShadowClan patrol that was getting closer and closer to the border. Dipping his head to indicate that he heard Desertrose’s warning, the warrior turned his chin away from the shadows of the pine forest to mark the border.

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    Hollowflame ~ ShadowClan Warrior

    He wasn’t exactly in the mood for a patrol, his joints were sore from the cold that racked his body, every muscle in his body felt heavy. Emerald green eyes flickered towards his fellow clanmates as they walked in a slight cluster towards the WindClan patrol. Ears stood upright as he listened to the talk that was being thrown around. Hornetstar wasn’t in a good mood but that was about his natural, pink nose twitching slightly as he breathed in the scents of the nearby border, where the scent of ShadowClan and WindClan nearly mingled in a cluster scent. Pupils narrowed slightly as he walked just behind Scarletflood and Russetstorm, easily able to hear their conversation. Scarletflood was about his age, perhaps a bit younger but she had always been feisty, even more so than her brother, Hornetstar, but her want for a battle was always bothersome. Warm rays from the sun were peeking through the sparse canopy of the tall pines, warming his dark red and black spotted pelt, the gleam from the sun almost gave his pelt the appearance of a deep flame.

    Large paws were placed carefully to keep from making a sound on the pine needle covered ground, genetics giving him the fur padding around his toes to walk silently with almost little difficulty. Most ShadowClan cats had this ability, but for today it seemed to be useful as they neared the border, he could just see the pelts of their WindClan neighbors walking through the tall grass on their side of the border. “Honestly, it could be a bit warmer.” Hollowflame’s deep voice finally filled the air as he replied to Russetstorm’s constant blubbering, but his green eyes were watching that of WindClan patrol, tensions were high and they didn’t need someone saying the wrong thing. Focusing back in front of him, he noticed that Ravenwatcher appeared slightly nervous, which he couldn’t blame the Tom, he had never seen him fight and from what he knew when he joined the Clan he had a troublesome past. Quickening his pace, he ignored both Scarletflood and Russetstorm as they spoke while he came to stay in pace with Ravenwatcher. “Breathe a little, I think the toads can smell your nerves.” He teased lightly, giving the black furred cat a smile before he rubbed his side against a tall pine, leaving behind his scent.

    #6129
    Jetstream
    Participant

    – T I N Y F L A M E –

    The small smile Desertrose had flashed in her direction did lighten the burden on her shoulders at least a little bit. It was reassuring to know that the new WindClan deputy did not begrudge her for her lack of enthusiasm for her rise to success, as clearly it had meant a fall for her mate. Either way, Desertrose seemed like a nice, hard-working warrior. They would need her moving forward and Tinyflame was grateful for that security. Another thing she was grateful for was Eveningstorm’s cheerful and friendly support. The gentle bump he gave her and the chuckle in his tone of voice was another thing that worked towards lightening her heart. A small chuckle left her and she gave a small grin at her former mentor. “Thanks,” she murmured.

    But it seemed that their light-heartedness was short-lived, as the scent of ShadowClan infiltrated the area. Tinyflame’s blue eyes widened and she glanced between Brookflower, Quiethawk, Eveningstorm, and Desertrose quickly to see how they were treating this arrival. She hadn’t been at the gathering herself, but she heard that it was disastrous and that ShadowClan was not in good terms with them right now. Not to mention that their short-tempered leader was in the patrol right across the border from them. Despite their deputy’s orders and reassurance that everything would be fine, she felt uneasy.

    #6138
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    Brookflower tuned out the chatter amongst her Clanmate’s, flicking her front paws with each step to smack every pebble or twig that stood in her way. Border patrols were the most boring to attend, and she could stand the silence for only so long before her paws itched to do something. A soft breeze blew from behind them, bringing in the scents of the moors. She imagined chasing after a rabbit on the rolling hills, stretching her muscles and feeling the wind in her fur. Her nose twitched suddenly as the smell of pollen wafted up her nose, and she shook her head to clear it. I wonder what Forestmask is doing right now, she thought, a smile lacing her lips. I wonder if he’s thinking about me, too. The brown tabby tom had been on her mind ever since they happened across each other at the winding river that bordered WindClan and RiverClan. His eyes were bright, his voice cheery…he was so different from everyone else in WindClan. 

    The sound of Eveningstorm’s continuous banter made Brookflower’s ears twitch. Her yellow eyes traveled to the dark-colored tom’s tail, fighting the urge to roll them. “I’m sure she can hand-” Brookflower cut herself off at the sound of bushes trembling where ShadowClan territory lay, and their strange voices traveled through the air into her ears. Completely forgetting about what she was going to say, the silver-and-white warrior narrowed her eyes to peer at the ShadowClan patrol. “They better stay on their side,” she murmured, a low growl rumbling in her throat. At Desertrose’s warning, Brookflower scoffed. “They should be sore from the Gathering still. If Hornetstar had just listened to Wolfstar without getting upset like he did, then maybe tensions wouldn’t be so high with them.” She made a note not to hush her voice, slightly hoping at least one of the ShadowClan warriors heard her. She knew Desertrose would give her a warning look so she looked away from the deputy and towards the ShadowClan border at the shadowy figures. 

    #6147
    Hornetstar
    Participant

    HORNETSTAR.

    He couldn’t help the amused smirk that slipped onto his maw at his sister’s words. glancing back at her. “Don’t mind him, Scarletflood. He’s just a grouchy old man who woke up on the wrong side of his nest that morning, maybe even had arthritis flaring up,” he snorted, unable to keep himself from poking fun at the WindClan leader. Most of the time he did well at behaving like a leader, but even he couldn’t resist being petty at times. Or maybe most of the time… “If you say so, Russetstorm.” He grunted back to the other warrior, rolling his eyes.

    It was at that moment that he heard voices across the border, green eyes narrowing as an ear flicked. “Seems we have company,” he commented to the rest of the patrol. He had been hoping to run into a WindClan cat, but he had a feeling Wolfstar wouldn’t be here right now. No, the coward was probably too afraid to show his face here, for fear of it getting swiped off.

    “If Hornetstar had just listened to Wolfstar, hm?” He mumbled as he slipped from the shadows of the pines, toeing the border, as if testing how jumpy the WindClan warriors were going to be today. “That’s funny, I don’t recall ever being part of WindClan. Do we have family in WindClan, Scarletflood?” He glanced to his sister for confirmation, though he quickly glanced back at the patrol from the other Clan. The answer was no, and he knew. “To my ears, it sounds like the sore ones are you. I said my piece, and if that leader of yours wants to be a grumpy old man and think he can bully me or ShadowClan into submission? I say let him try,” he finished lowly, nose hovering right at the edge of the border, a cold glint in his green eyes.

    Seemingly pleased with the challenge he had aired, he turned around and made to continue on with the patrol.

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