yep [prompt in coms even tho I didn't want to make up a prompt *sobbing* sowwy mods]

(note: this oc is missing one of its front legs. That just wasn't an option with this picrew)

Stoatsneer of ShadowClan (it/its) had split off from its patrol to check the RiverClan border. It preferred lone patrols; anything it could do could be done a thousand times easier without other warriors in the way. Its nose wrinkled as the damp air of RiverClan wafted over its tongue.
Then it caught sight of movement.
Stoatsneer's fur bristled as it turned towards the little cream flicker. It followed it to right beneath a tree on, thank StarClan, RiverClan territory. "Ivoryhaze." it called over, tailtip twitching and eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What are you doing out this late? This close to ShadowClan territory?" Stoatsneer sounded almost smug, voice bearing a sharp edge of hostility.

"Alright! You're not in pain or sore or anything, are you?" he asked softly.

"Nope." Phantom pains hadn't been a thorn in its bedding for the past day, thank StarClan.

"Ah, Stoatsneer!" Ivoryhaze purred, seemingly unaware of the hostility. He jumped down from the tree and landed neatly in front of it. "Hello!"

"Hi, Ivoryhaze." It replied flatly. "You didn't answer my questions. What are you doing so close to the border this late?" Stoatsneer peered up into the tree Ivoryhaze had dropped down from. It hadn't realized tree climbing was popular among anything other than squirrels.

Ivoryhaze took a step back, sniffing the air. He ducked his head and licked his chest fur in embarrassment when he realized that he had in fact stepped over the border.

"Sorry, Stoatsneer," he murmured, looking like a kit who was being scolded.

"Quit mumbling like a sorry apprentice. Just explain yourself so I don't have to make this a bigger deal than it is." Arguably, any trespassing should be a big deal. A good future leader should defend its borders with tooth and claw. Then again, a good leader also knows when to let things slide. And that medicine cats get different border permissions than your average warrior. "What... were you doing up in a tree?"

"Stargazing! It's not yet time for me to go to the Moonpool, so I was going to try and read the stars," he purred.

"Hmm?" Stoatsneer turned to look up at the stars. Its fur began to prickle but it forced it flat. It wasn't about to admit it didn't exactly like feeling so exposed. So watched. A warrior should take pride in being watched over, should it not? "So the half moon's coming up then."

"Why are you out here?" Ivoryhaze asked, tilting his head.

"Dusk border patrol." It shrugged. "Regular old warrior duties, making sure other cats stay off the territory..." it added just a hint of emphasis to that last statement. "Nothin' special."

"Aren't patrols with multiple cats? Why are you alone?"

[dude ivoryhaze is literally just the cat version of Karen from Mean Girls ✋😭

(He's just a fella bro)

Stoatsneer glanced over its shoulder, then back at Ivoryhaze. "I prefer to patrol alone. Easier when you can walk at your own pace." Not that it ever fell behind. Despite its absent limb if anything it was Stoatsneer's clanmates that couldn't keep up. Such is what moons of /needing/ to keep pace got you. "Besides, I can handle myself just fine."

I do need capital. And votes. Wanna know why? "I have a dream." That one day, every person in this nation will control their OWN destiny. A land of the TRULY free, dammit. A nation of ACTION, not words. Ruled by STRENGTH, not committee. Where the law changes to suit the individual, not the other way around. Where power and justice are back where they belong: in the hands of the people! Where every man is free to think -- to act -- for himself! F**k all these limp-dick lawyers and chicken-shit bureaucrats. F**k this 24/7 Internet spew of trivia and celebrity bullshit. F**k "American pride". F**k the media! F**k all of it! America is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving it -- we need to pull it out by the roots. WIpe the slate clean. BURN IT DOWN! And from the ashes, a new America will be born. Evolved, but untamed! The weak will be purged, and the strongest will thrive -- free to live as they see fit, they will make America GREAT AGAIN!
You still don't get it. I'm using war as a business to get elected... so I can end war as a business! In my new America, people will die and kill for what they BELIEVE! Not for money, not for oil! Not for what they're told is right. Every man will be free to fight his own wars!

Mr. Ink Man: "Where am I..? I don't recognize this world, but I'll play along until SS can save me. Oh, hello there."

[can he understand the warriors or no?]

(if you mean does he know what they're saying then yes)

[ight]
Ivoryhaze noticed the man standing under the tree and let out a soft hiss, shrinking back against the branches.

Ink: "Shadow Soul, where are you?"
(this is Shadow Soul)

"Who are you and why are you here?!" Ivoryhaze mewed hesitantly.

*You, (whatever ur character is) is wandering the Forest on a dusk patrol near the edge of your territory (whether it be River, Shadow, or Wind) and see this cat, who you recognize as the Riverclan medicine cat, clawing his way into a tree with very few leaves to sit up at the top.*

sorry chat I died last night I had played an hour long uno game b4 I got on my computer and at that point it was like 1 am