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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ although she'd rather not come here at all, the first stop after thunderclan's territory had been explored would be shadowclan's border. the blow of the thunderpath's stench was softened by snow draped over it. still her ears flicked back in distaste, both for the unsavory scent and cats.

"this is the thunderpath, it marks our border with shadowclan. the monsters are merciless- if i hear either of you have touched it, they'll be the least of your worries." her gaze rakes over both honeypaw and twilightpaw equally. if darktuft had done anything correctly, the former should already have an understanding of this. still, her expectations would be clear. nightbird hangs on the outside edge of the two as they make their way down the border, ears flicking for any hint of danger- monsters or otherwise."mirestar is their leader," she begins, muzzle flicking across the border to the marsh. "for all of shadowclan's desperation, they make up for it in stealth. don't turn your back on them, lest they rake their claws through it."

finally, they come across the corner of territory that shadowclan had stolen. nightbird swallows the cold anger swelling in her chest, watching carefully as a patrol begins to pour from the tunnel. "if you have nothing nice to say, keep your mouths shut." nightbird's warning is muttered beneath the winter winds. as much as she wanted to tear into them, her backup consisted of two apprentices with barely grown out kitten fluff. let shadowclan gloat while they could. they'd be reminded of their place in due time.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

• ooc ↛ no need to wait, apprentice tags for @Honeypaw & @TWILIGHTKIT ⋆

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  NIGHTBIRD ───‎ ⋆ SHE/HER, TC LEAD WARRIOR, 39 ☾'s
  a small, feathery black smoke molly with one white paw and pale silver eyes. she is mates with RACCOONSTRIPE and has recently left the nursery after raising their five kits; BAYINGPAW, TWILIGHTPAW, TIGERPAW, STORMPAW, and BERRYPAW. nightbird is currently mentoring HONEYPAW and TWILIGHTPAW. her former apprentices include LIGHTSTRIKE †, DUSKBIRD †, and PALEFIRE.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[TWILIGHTPAW]

Twilightpaw does not know the day ahead of her. For all of her wistless waiting, all of her determination and frustration, she does not know the true extent of the territory, even with chunks of it lost. The newly made apprentice is quick to follow, but not quick to pace herself as she hopes to close the distance between herself and Honeypaw. They know more... and that can't remain like that. She wants for an even playing field, where she does not have to worry over her mother favoring the other by virtue of experience.

The thunderpath smells awful; even before Nightbird threatens against it, the silver she-cat has no want to tred atop it. It's dark surface is as tempting as tredding through squirrel-dirt, she thinks. A sharp nod of understanding and they continue, her lips pressed together as they do.

"... keep your mouths shut." It's here, then. Nightbird had pulled them from following the thunderpath, carefully skirting them around a chunk of land that blends seamlessly with their own. Twilightpaw cannot help the subtle growl of displeasure in her chest, but she turns her gaze regardless; she will not be the one to disobey her mentor.
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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Snow crunched underneath the lead warrior's paws when he came to a stop at the border that signified where Shadowclan's end and Thunderclan's begin. Yellow eyes focusing on the group before him while a slight hum came from his throat. He was sure that nothing friendly will come from their interactions today, after all with the war was still fresh, with open wounds and other such, so he doubt there could be any form of casual chatter without there being a feeling of tension in the air.

His gaze flicked back towards his patrol with a calm look in his yellow eyes. "Thunderclan, keep your tongues bitten if you have insults lingering on them" he stated coolly. Remembering Singeglare's words that were spoken with ease at their last encounter which had been before the war even happened. Now, with the death of a beloved clanmate he was sure that anger would be what clouds everyone first before they even think of what their about to say.

He overhears Nightbird's statement on who their leader was, and yet kept his maw closed, Thunderclan did not need any knowledge on their loss of another leader, soon enough they will find out about it at the gathering, but for now let them have knowledge that came to no fruitation anymore, even if it hurts to know that his mentor was gone, forever. "How does Thunderclan fair? Seems you have new face among your apprentices" he commented, trying to keep a cool over the frosty tension.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, Lead warrior of Shadowclan, 16 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Honeypaw]

〔✦〕After the ambush not long ago, Honeypaw was less than thrilled to be visiting the Thunderpath and the ShadowClan border. Golden fur swelters in the breeze as they walk side-by-side with Twilightpaw, green eyes unblinking at the marshes. Keep your mouths shut. and so they do, staring at the Shadowclanner across the border with nothing to say. They choose to be unsettling instead, just watching the rats with a blank expression adorning their features.

The maine-coon scoffs at the question, a stupid attempt from them to be friendly after everything they've done. Honeypaw meets Twilightpaw's gaze, and whispers to their clanmate: "We fare much better than them, clearly."

SAD HELLOS AND MAD HIGH LOWS ( now i know that nobody knows ) //

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• HONEYPAW —— apprentice of thunderclan , mentored by nightbird . waspchaser x sorrelmist . littermate to none. ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ they/them / 6 moons & ages every 7ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / too young
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired red tabby with low white, vitiligo and dichroic eyes.

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[VULTURESONG]

A white pelt draws near, stormy blue eyes rolling from Snowlark's words. Frankly, she didn't care what Nightbird said of them. The very fact that Snowlark felt the obligation to do so was shameful. He had lost the battle right there and then. Nightbird cut his ego with mere words. Her gaze drifts to the black she-cat, staring for an uncomfortable amount of time. However, there is no indication of hatred or pride. No, there isn't any indication of her emotions in regards to the Thunderclanner. It is obvious that this is a tour for the apprentices that cling to her legs, like kits.

The red tabby apprentice does intrigue her, so much so that she returns the blank expression with much gusto. That is until, they decide to speak to the silver apprentice. In that time, Snowlark's voice echoes once more. Annoying. She tilts her head to the lead warrior, "You truly are Toad-brained Snowlark." Before he has a chance to retort, she continues, "Do you really think Thunderclan wishes to speak to you? Or have you forgotten that we recently fought them? If so, I suggest you visit our medicine cats. Perhaps, they could jog your memory. Unless... You truly are Toad-brained. There are no herbs to cure such an illness."

Ever harsh, and unrelenting she gives the lead warrior a scowl to top it all of. Maybe Ternfrost should consider stripping you of your rank, yes, that would be a good start. She'd have some sense in doing so. Anyhow, the white she-cat faces the Thunderclanners again. "Goodbye." And with that, Vulturesong turns her back to Thunderclan, making her way back to camp. If Snowlark began yelling at her, she would ignore it. He would be making a fool of himself. A pitiful fool displayed for all of Thunderclan to see.​

 

[Amberhaze]

⚛︎₊˚‧ Amberhaze's spindly form emerged from the tunnels behind his clanmates as if he were a piece of the abyss inside pulled straight from its shadowy overhang. The only indication of his presence before the sun washed over his sleek pelt were a pair of sunset yellow orbs stretched far too wide for comfort. He would stop just some ways behind Snowlark and off to the side of Vulturesong, almost as if he intended to hide behind the clearly more confident of the two.

"Uh...I'm sure t-they haven't come j-just to insult us..." An angular head peeked out from behind Vulturesong to scan the meek line of Thunderclan cats before them, none of which looked particularly friendly- and for good reason, he knew. Their optics seared through his own patrol, scathing and hot like an all-consuming fire. ...Or maybe they have. The miniscule amount of confidence he had put into his earlier statement suddenly vanished entirely as his pink-rimmed lips peeled back into a twitching grimace. It was a show of fear rather than aggression, though for those who did not know him well, it could have easily been misinterpreted as the latter.

He didn't expect Vulturesong to cast her own judgements against one of their own- and in front of an enemy clan, no less- the reason as to why this surprised him was debatable, given it was in her nature. He swallowed hard, his throat seeming to close in on itself as he hunched in on himself, a wave of hot embarrassment making his limbs quiver. They're never gonna stop talking about this...Their whole clan is gonna know about how we can hardly stand each other now. A pang shot through him as another unwelcome possibility surfaced into his mind. ...If they know this much now, how much longer is it gonna take until they uncover the loss of Mirestar? They'll wage another war on us for sure if they know how vulnerable we've become... His gasp was cut off by the much more level sound of Vulturesong's voice- quite the unfriendly thing it may have been, her jibe somehow managed to ground him.

In the moments following her steady departure, he decided that he too had little interest in sticking around such a tense crowd. "Um- I-I should go after her...Sorry. Uh-" The fidgety oriental would glance at Snowlark for a moment before dipping his head politely in the direction of the opposing clan. "...Good day. Um- Be safe out there." With a final pleading look at his lead warrior, Amberhaze would high tail it in the direction Vulturesong had made her exit prior, his body slinking back into the sheltered space of the tunnels before his cry echoed from it's walls and out into the open air. "H-Hey, Vulturesong! Wait for me!"

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  AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 19 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.

 

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ her eyes flick to the head of the patrol, a young cat, one she recognized as an addition to mirestar's council after they had announced it at the gathering. nightbird's jaw parts to echo cool pleasantries. but someone has beat her to the chase, and vulturesong's sentiments are far more interesting than her own would have been.

her brow raises slightly in surprise at the outburst, a small grin fighting tooth and nail to edge its way onto her lips. it seemed not all of shadowclan mirrored mirestar's greed. a clan divided was weak, thunderclan knew that well enough. the lead warrior watches the exchange with mild interest, paws already itching to return to camp and share this with raccoonstripe. he'd surely get a kick out of the squabbling. when vulturesong bids them all a goodbye, there is a small dip of her muzzle.

a third marsh dweller glanced around, seemingly caught between the verbal blows. he follows his hot heeled clanmate and nightbird is nearly laughing by the time his farewells are said. she returns to snowlark- the only remaining shadowclanner. his lead warriorhood seemed to be off to a rocky start. if her own clanmates had spoken to her like that before other clans, she'd be tempted to claw their tongues from their mouth where they stood.

"on the bright side, your day can only go up from here." nightbird hums with mild amusement, calling her apprentices to tow with a flick of her tail. she couldn't imagine hearing such strife when they attended the next border. windclan had much more dignity than to openly parade their shortcomings.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

• ooc ↛ out!

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  NIGHTBIRD ───‎ ⋆ SHE/HER, TC LEAD WARRIOR, 39 ☾'s
  a small, feathery black smoke molly with one white paw and pale silver eyes. she is mates with RACCOONSTRIPE and has recently left the nursery after raising their five kits; BAYINGPAW, TWILIGHTPAW, TIGERPAW, STORMPAW, and BERRYPAW. nightbird is currently mentoring HONEYPAW and TWILIGHTPAW. her former apprentices include LIGHTSTRIKE †, DUSKBIRD †, and PALEFIRE.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] If anything else didn't scream "weak" more than losing another leader, it would be Vulturesong's apprentice-like outburst that did. A cool look in his yellow eyes as he took the harsh words of the other warrior keeping in mind to chat with the other later, yet he dare not chase after the other, scream or yell. That would make them look even worse than they already did. Once more his yellow eyes went onto the Thunderclanners keeping himself in a level-headed sight of mind when he noted the amusement the older cat held.

His ears flicked slightly acknowledging Amberhaze's anxiousness but watch as he too chases after Vulturesong, apologizing to the lead warrior which made him hum a bit before returning his attention back to Nightbird and her apprentices, she too threw in an amused remark that made the lead warrior shrug a bit. He won't apologize to the other on behalf of one of his patrolmate's action, Vulturesong could do that herself. With a nod he would bear the other farewell before making his way after his clanmates, keeping in mind to have a chat with Vulturesong when he returned to camp.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, Lead warrior of Shadowclan, 15 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[HAWKSTRIDE]

Hawk couldn't claim to understand or agree with Mirestar's decision to invade Thunderclan. Territory taken under the guise of needing to feed their clan through leafbare. But he didn't buy it. The former rogue and his littermates had survived many harsh seasons with even less support and weaker hunting grounds than Shadowclan boasted now. Somehow, they had always managed to get by just fine. The marsh-dwellers were resilient, he could always appreciate that about them if nothing else.

No, the joint venture to ambush their forest neighbors had not been about resources, and he knew it. Revenge. They wanted to avenge the theft of a young life, and understandable as that sentiment was, they acted without firm evidence to point to the true culprit. He remained convinced that Applejaw's murder went unresolved, and now look at the mess they were left with.

In the wake of Mirestar's disappearance, the clan was in shambles. They were in no position to defend the line they had previously drawn against Thunderclan; evidently they couldn't even restrain themselves enough to keep their bickering quiet in front of their enemies. Moss green eyes narrowed inscrutably as the patrols collided, Vulturesong's immature outburst casting appall over the group. Pathetic. It was important now that they display a united front, even their youngest mewling kits would've known that much. What a show.

"Perhaps you should control your whining and try to act like a warrior when in the presence of outsiders." The ebony tomcat struggled to refrain from saying much more, but his tone was strained as he watched the pouting child stalk away. Won't even stick around to face the consequences of her barbed tongue. A tight-lipped smile was forced onto his maw as he turned his gaze now to the Thunderclan patrol, offering a short dip of his head to the lead warrior. "Thunderclan. Enjoy your stroll." He was above these petty rivalries the clan's seemed to pride themselves on; days like these made Hawkstride miss his life of solitude.

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• [ apprentice tag @Cherrypaw ]

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• HAWKSTRIDE ✧ he / him, warrior of shadowclan, 24 moons
  ⭃ sh black w/ low white and moss green eyes. heavily scarred and tall. former rogue
  ⭃ skunktail x porcupine // littermate to lizardthroat and pipitclaw
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // mentoring cherrypaw // briefly mentored by smogstar
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots