the scorpion and the frog // bc patrol

✦ ✧ ✦ the dark molly padded beside her brother, ears twitching as she arrived in a track post.

Ruth was fascinated by the forest Clans but she had never approved of living in the woods like they did. They were a great place to explore but at the end of the day, she preferred the comforts that the Blood-houe offered when she wished to rest her head. Sleeping under the stars sounded appealing for a night or two, but she did not want to make it a way of life. She had been born and raised in the Twolegplace despite finding out her mother was RiverClan.

“I never could understand it either,” the deputy commented as she followed Tamarind. Typically, she led patrols, but had decided to let someone else take charge this time. It was good to give others a chance once in a while, and she would only step in if they met any hostile ThunderClan patrols. “There’s a possibility there will be a patrol, but the last time I saw them, ThunderClan was skin and bone. They won’t cause us trouble when starvation and sickness picks them off like flies from inside their ranks.”

Sure enough, the moment she spoke, a lone apprentice found them at the border. Ruth eyed her through her haunting dark gaze. “Nothing to concern yourself with. Just marking our borders,” the young she-cat grunted in a nonchalant manner.

Looking grumpy as ever, he practically stormed after the apprentice as she approached the patrol all on her lonesome. Oh, hell no. His distaste for the flavor of their air was apparent on his face as he came to a halt beside Eveningpaw.

"You all are the nicest." He grumbled flatly. Sorrelflight wasn't exactly a people's person... whatsoever. Actually, that much was obvious. The way his amber gaze glared at the BloodClanners was evidence enough of the disdain he had for anything concerning, well, anyone.

Now, he planned to stand around and wait for them to do something worth a pummeling or for them to leave. Either way, the tall and broad tom was not moving - his unwavering stance was discomforting. While his eyes followed them as they moved, his shoulders remained tense and the fur on his neck was slightly bristled.

Flameseeker ✧ Thunderclan Sr. Warrior ✧ Tags

As the unfortunately familiar smell of Bloodclan began radiating along the border, Flameseeker instantly came over. Her green eyes narrowed, but she remained silent. Having been born outside the clans, the tabby never had understood why everyone had to hate each other. However, Bloodclan was always nothing but trouble. They had captured her when she was an apprentice, they had captured Lambstar and forced her clan to attack Riverclan, they even burned down the once beautiful forest.

How the flea-bitten rag tag group lived in the city, well, it was nonsense to her. She had slept under the starts since she was born, even if she had been born a loner. The senior warrior let out a sigh, wishing the patrol would just hurry along and leave. She didn't feel like dealing with stupid today.

Why does this keep happening to me? That was the question that immediately popped into the she-cat's mind as she padded forward to stand by Flameseeker. She had gotten rather close to the red tabby while she was injured and she and Heatherbloom were taking care of her. Brushing her flank lightly with the larger she-cat, Heatherkit's gaze scanned the BloodClanners in front of her.

Before it had just been DeWitt. She spotted him now, standing among the others and she cocked her head curiously before averting her gaze to the calico with the scary eyes that spoke to Eveningpaw. Keeping her mouth shut, Heatherkit tapped her paw furiously. So badly, she wanted to snap at them - tell them how horrible they were. But she stayed silent and turned on her heel to scan the area for any herbs they might need.

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✦ ✧ ✦ a small smile appeared on her maw as the thunderclanners approached. they clearly didn't know how to keep their agitation hidden, pacing at the border. "as ruth said, simply checking our border. don't get worked up, kitties." she meowed smoothly, blinking at the angry tom. her cool gaze flicked from flameseeker to heatherkit, tipping her head slightly.

to say that the patrol wasn't intimidating would be a lie. in fact, made up of some of the largest cats in the clan, it was quite a sight. the smoke molly was muscular and well built, and clearly not starving, unlike these poor scraps of cats. stalking smoothly to ruth's side, the woman flicked her tail.

Ethel glared at the ThunderClanners with a gaze as sharp as knives. They weren't in a patrol, like Tam had been fretting over, but there was a nice amount of them. "It's nice to meet you too," she'd say to Sorrelflight with feigned kindness, halting beside Phantom. Already, she could feel the tension brewing between the two. To say that BloodClan and ThunderClan didn't like each other was an understatement. She could see it clearly written on their faces - their complete disdain for the city cats. Ethel held nothing but hatred for the forest cats herself. For cats so prideful, they didn't mind accepting help from others and encouraging them to betray their clans. What a bunch of fools.

"speech"

When it came to Monroe, big was an understatement. Broad shoulders complemented by a pelt of feathery smoke made the Bloodclanner appear even more intimidating than she truly was, considering the little smirk that had found its way onto her maw. The Maine Coon leaned on a tree, eyeing the assortment of forest cats that had come to greet them, and licked her paw casually. ”You guys are all getting so riled, and for what? Is a group of city slickers like us too scawy? Watch out Thundercwan, hewe we come!” She giggled, pleased that she’d tagged along, if only for the opportunity to tease their neighbors.

"How refreshing to see Bloodclans' kits still have a sense of humor," The serene and soft voice would slip past the maw of a silver tabby, her black stripes bold and quivering with every muscles twitch as she stepped forth from the shadows and stopped beside the growing group of Thunderclan cats. She would brush her tail against Flameseekers flank so she was aware she was there now, Moonwatcher would blink in greeting to Ruth and DeWitt as she meowed, "Ruth, DeWitt, Surely a simple border patrol doesn't call for 6 bloodclan warriors and their deputy? Or do you believe they all need supervision?" On the top, she would appear teasing, as if she were simply joking around with allies, but underneath the teasing light in her eyes, there was an authoritarive hardness. Her pale gaze would turn to Monroe as she blinked thoughtfully, "You are large in size and yet you speak as if you juts left your mothers belly." The Thunderclan deputy would return her gaze to Ruth as she meowed, "Of this is truly a border patrol then from one Deputy to another I wish you well. Flameseeker, Sorrelflight, remark our side of the border as well. Eveningpaw and Heatherkit, we are going home."

"Remembering through a secondhand sorrow?"

A characteristic scowl of distaste crossed his face at most of their words. How unsavory was this interaction. Feeling impeded on by their presence, his lips curled downward even more.

The chit chat they were trying to make irritated him, to say the least - but the big chausie didn't mind punting some words back at them. "The pleasure is entirely yours." At least he was being remotely civil towards the younger of them. Still, he kept himself standing a bit tall at Monroe's voice; Sorrel eyed her up and down, amber glare as poised as ever. Despite the tom's liking towards banter and spitting hateful comments, he said nothing in response to her. Honestly, he didn't care to play a game of insult-tennis right now.

Ear flicking in response to Moonwatcher's orders, he followed accordingly. All the while, he still kept his eye on Monroe, feeling a bit uneasy with her around. She kind of... creeped him out. Sorrel felt challenged by her. He didn't like anyone who was near his height.

Ruth quietly began marking the borders as her Clanmates threw insults in the direction of the ThunderClan cats, not much caring if a fight broke out. In seeing the condition of the cats before her, Ruth was confident her Clan would win that skirmish, so she wasn’t too concerned in that sense. However, when their deputy approached, the apprentice-aged deputy stopped what she was doing to greet her on the border with a polite dip of her head, remaining civil despite her Clanmates.

“Moonwatcher,” Ruth greeted, the name feeling strange on her tongue. “We has a few eager volunteers for Tamarind’s patrol earlier today. We normally don’t send out patrols of this size, but who’s to turn down an eager participant?” she questioned with a shrug of her well-muscled shoulders. Her gaze flickered towards Monroe as Moonwatcher scolded her for her words, suppressing a smile in response. She dipped her head again when the deputy wished her well and instructed her warriors to stay behind and mark the borders. “I wish you well also. I hope your kits are faring much better now than in the last time I saw them.”

Monroe noticed Ruth’s forced diplomacy and mentally noted how unpleasant it must be, being deputy that young. She had to be civil with their enemies, a task that seemed nigh impossible, especially given the circumstances. How could she not want to join in? ”If I sound like I was just born, you look like it. Awful skinny, the lot of you... not having a hard time feeding your families, are you? That’d be a shame.” She leered in return, making a point to look the Thunderclanners up and down with piercing grey eyes. Her attention moved slowly to Eveningpaw and Heatherkit. ”Even the children look like skeletons... I was right. It is a shame.”

Monroe's taunting smile quickly shifted to an expression of irritation, and the molly flicked her ear at Dewitt, not bothering to take her eye off the Thunderclanners to even look at him. "Didn't cross a border, didn't start a fight... Gods, Dewitt, are you always no fun or has something got your balls in a twist?" Pointedly, she finished marking the tree she had been standing against, as well as the shrubbery around it, and brushed past her clanmates. Annoyance practically radiated from her as she stalked away, claws partially unsheathed and kneading the ground with every step she took back to camp.

//all of my posts were ic opinions! monroe out