pheonix [o, windclan patrol]

Not trusted alone had quickly become the story of Wolfsbane's life in WindClan, although he'd only gotten into one fight. One, and he'd ended up almost as badly hurt as Flint. He'd been good since then. He'd stayed away from the nursery, he'd only half supported his adopted brother in his attempt to steal Mousenose's kits, and he'd helped rescue a nearly dead apprentice. He deserved trust, but Eaglespirit still seemed likely to kick him out of WindClan as soon as he ascended to leadership—and if they couldn't find Jasperstar, that day would be coming sooner rather than later.

The chocolate tom was growing tired of visiting other groups, but he knew better than to complain. Drawing up besides Eaglespirit, he cocked his head curiously as he gazed past the border. This group lived in a city? Wolfsbane had been under the impression that all the Clans lived away from twolegs, in the wild.

TAGS ☆彡the blue tabby wasn't sure how on earth he ended up in a patrol with eaglespirit, and especially, wolfsbane. it had been a mistake to let that massive family into windclan in the first place, with their odd behaviors and whatnot. he didn't understand how having a shadow had made things better, considering that hadn't stopped conflict between the former outsiders and native windclanners. and, again, he can't help but wonder why he's here. probably to find some answers, the same as the rest, but perhaps because he himself is flimsy on the idea of being friendly with bloodclan as a whole. they had betrayed them for as many times as they supposedly helped them, he reckons.

he isn't the type to be impatient, but so far, there has been no luck in the search for jasperstar. evergreen oculars flicker to the two by his side- silent, for now, they were. probably waiting for someone to approach, before speaking, like any sensible cat would do. he, however, had no problem with being insensible. the past moons had worn slightly at his nerves, and besides, there was usually always someone listening in at the borders. there always was. we're looking for jasperstar. has he been here?

Now that she was a tyro - or more precisely one of Caledon's guards - Ethel had more freedom to roam outside of the Blood-house than she did as a kitten. It was for that reason that she was near the borders, searching for anything that was out of place. She was close enough to hear Morningfrost's question. Jasperstar. The name was familiar, but she understood it to be the name of clan cats. That the small group in front of their border was from some sort of clan. Truthfully, Ethel didn't have much experience with them. She knew her former brother Slowhand had given ThunderClan food, though, and that gave her enough reason to dislike the clan cats.

"I've never heard of him. He hasn't been here," the silver tabby responded, growing curious. This 'Jasperstar' must have been very important if three cats were searching for him. "Is that all you needed?" she continued, pale gaze sweeping over the males.

"speech"

”Luna,” the deputy warned as she stepped up next to the head guard. These were their allies and Ruth thought they should be treated with respect until the moment they broke the truce with BloodClan. She dipped her head in greeting to the WindClan patrol. “Luna is right. We saw Jasperstar some time ago. We helped him kill the dog and he lost a life because of his injuries. We haven’t seen him since. I assumed he returned to WindClan once he had gotten his strength back.” There was a note of concern in her voice. Where had their leader gone if not back to his home? Perhaps she should have done more to ensure he was safe rather than aiding him in killing the dog.

An orchestra were his limber ebony legs as he rolled forth, his bony pads tapping asphalt as he made haste. Sunlight licking his winter coat as his shadow laid waste to the snow-pelted path, like a lurking monster, he emerged behind his colorful deputy. A diplomatic tone lacing her mew. Luna’s scathing words however, caused the slack in his tattered auditors to perk. Had she forgotten the great flood? Was she even there? He couldn’t recollect. Jasperstar had saved their tails, albeit, Caledon had repaid those debts by sending his son Canary, alongside himself to their aid during the Tick epidemic.

Glassy optics settling upon the white and silver warrior that lead the trio of moorland wanderers. He recognized him, but no anger followed. Eaglepaw had been kidnapped by Reek many many moons ago, and killed him during an escape. Eaglepaw had possessed a weird inability to feel pain and it had beckoned the curiosity of the duo. Somehow, the memory lane had been washed over by the death of Elijah, from which Eagle was falsely accused of, so in short, Caledon hadn’t much against the guy.

Jasperstar. His heart was banging against his chest. Why? Because, he was a friend. A cat he would kill for, the bengal that saved his mate and children during the flood. His oceanic hues hardened to near steel, and his massive skull raised as he stepped to the front-line.

"How many of the clans have you visited?… Luna. Assemble a search party to comb the east of the city limits. Ruth, the west. " he pointed his question toward the Windclanners but immediately pointed orders toward his guard and Deputy. (you guys don’t have to actually play out the patrols if you don’t want to). "We will help you as much as we can. " he promised firmly, his brows furrowing, throwing shadows over his gaze. "If you wish to search the city alongside my patrols, you have my permission to do so. However. It is immensely dangerous. We look the way we do for a reason " he warned, his gaze flicking to each Bloodclanner knowing each of them had at the very least, one scar.

✧ — the smoky colored tyro arrived next, coming to stand beside caledon. she wasn’t sure what was happening, and didn’t know were she would come into play with the current situation. to be honest, she had no idea who jasperstar was. she’d never even heard much about the outside clans before. and this was her first experience with them. she almost scoffed, not wanting to believe that they’d bother coming here to look for someone who clearly hadn’t been around for a long time. glancing towards caledon, she’d pause for a moment, before speaking her mind. "where do you want me in at?" she’d go with whatever patrol he wanted, but at the same time she felt the need to get these things done with. there was a kittypet that had her name on it. one that’s been particularly aggravating as of late.