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    A crash of thunder heralded Carnation's arrival, but although the sky was bruised blue and purple, the rain had not yet begun to fall. There was a storm on the horizon, but for now there was peace---peace and the gaunt figure of a blue furred cat. The cat, a young tom, strode until he inhaled the strong scent of the marked border, and then fell still like a marionette whose strings had been cut. His jade gaze, as flat as the mountains were rocky, surveyed the land, seemingly dispassionate---a lie, for confusion and expectation roiled in his stomach. He didn't know why he had been ordered here but obedience had been drilled into from the time he could talk; it didn't occur to Carnation to argue, and so, as the winds picked up speed, he began his vigil by the DarkClan border.

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    TIGERFLAME - DARKCLAN SENIOR WARRIOR - TAGS AND INFORMATION - ART BY GRAEY


    Tigerflame had been throwing himself into the depths of hard work, the art of a good hunt and an exhausting patrol guiding his aching paws, as his one eye of blistering gold shimmered with tired, dim light, like the soft glow of a firefly's natural lantern. The senior warrior pushed through a leafless thorn bush, where the chilly atmosphere and frozen mist had turned the branches brittle and bare. The storm on the horizon heralded a shift in atmospheric pressure and temperature. The air was already bitter, a wintry kiss in the breeze, but when the rain began to fall, it would all turn to frost and ice. Distant thunder rumbled overhead as strands of dark clouds stretched toward the mountain, on a war path with DarkClan's home to bring a dreaded chill to the rocky and unforgiving landscape. Over the scent of the impending rainfall that permeated the cold and humid world around him, Tigerflame almost didn't notice the smell of another creature, one that did not belong in the area, betrayed by the wind that blew against the flaring nostrils of the massive, earthen hued tabby's half ruined and terribly scarred face. Flexing his unusually long claws, they arched into rough and stony soil as the senior warrior changed his path toward the stranger. His muscular structure was tense, and his wounds were healed. He was ready for a fight, if it came down to it. If not, the distraction of a newcomer was still welcome over the damning thoughts of his crimes that so often cursed his thoughts. Paws crunched against pine needles that lined the forest earth as the hefty creature pulled himself into view of the border, a monstrous feline peeling himself from dark shadows to lay one single, scorching eye upon the other cat he did not know, another tom. The fact that this cat was waiting at the border could only really mean one thing. He was there for a reason. Tigerflame strode closer, a broad shouldered creation of earth and mud, until he stood close enough for his voice to be heard without yelling. "This is DarkClan territory. Who are you, and what do you want?" The vocals of the senior warrior were bold and authoritative, but not hostile.

    Mysticfang


    Mysticfang had a strong dislike for storm and he wasn't going to allow Tigerflame to be by himself in such a storm-nor had he himself expected someone to be at their border-the storm buffeting across his body causing him to keep his head low while the wind whistling through his ears while his gaze landed upon the stranger, clearly Tigerflame had already asked the necessary question. His cropped tail lashed as he attempted to keep his stance in the storm while his one eye looked upon them examining them up and down wondering where in starclan's name have the come from?

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    Rapidpaw approached the small group who was talking with a stranger. Her eyes looked to them and wondered what they wanted. The apprentice didn’t say anything since it seemed Tigerflame had it handled. But she wanted to stay around to see what would happen. Maybe this cat would bring something interesting to Darkclan. "" .



    Movement in the undergrowth. Olive optics snapped toward the movement, half slit against the strong buffeting wind. In the dim light emitting from the overcast sky, visibility was decreased, but slowly Tigerflame's bulky earthen form prowled into sight. Carnation regarded the male with cool detachment, assessing him but refusing to really consider him. He remained still, almost unnaturally so, as two more felines appeared and the senior warrior vocalized a challenge and a question.


    DarkClan. He wasn't practiced at wearing emotions on his face, but had he been, relief would have shone through the dimness of his gaze. "Carnation," he answered, his tone bland and even, lacking in the little rises and falls that made most voices come to life. "I've come to serve StarClan."

    Following the brigade now, the curly-furred tom had taken a walk to the rocky edge of the border for some peace before the storm rolled in. His path back to the heart of territory obstructed by curiosity. Tigerflame seemed to have the lead, with Mysticfang not far behind him but Dustdevil struggled to keep up before actually catching the scent of a stranger. The scene pooled before his scrutiny now, Tigerflame pressing the interrogation and an olive-eyed man, as deadpan as a toad. There was no alarm, no panic, it seemed the guy was here for business. “I’ve come to serve starclan”‌ the words dug deep now, having just recently witnessed one of those starry creatures and forced to terms with the fact there was an afterlife. The former beach-boy felt his eyes flick nervously to Tigerflame for a moment in thought. What if this was an omen?‌ surely something to take to the leader or medicine cat. Then, well, he figured he was overacting.


    humor, this moment needed humor, lest he think too much. "aint’ no mountain high enough, buddy… that’d be quite a climb" he jested, pointing his nose to the darkened skies, the tug of the frigid winds like nails twirling icy fingers through his curls. He came to a stop beside Rapidpaw, his tail flicking behind him. The classic signs of hunger leaning heavy indication to the stranger’s frame. Dustdevil couldn’t help but wonder how long the guy had been travelling. The crackling sky above growling with anticipation.

    DUSTY'S STATS & ART ( 10/28 )