border ACROSS THE SEA | skyclan border patrol

[LIONPAW]

"Can I go on the border patrol to ThunderClan?" It had been a rather odd request coming from Lionpaw, the boy who had always seemed to avoid the oak-lined border as much as he could. From his half-brother Burnstorm's ire to the haunting memory of Skyclaw's attack, Lionpaw does not associate this place with positive memories. However, today was different... for whatever reason. Something in the air had changed, literally and figuratively.

Hot breath expels from a parted maw, manifesting visibly in the crisp air as frost crunched under the paws of the SkyClan patrol. Lionpaw's blue eyes are trained ahead, scanning for a sign of an opposing group. They know that there's a chance that one may not show up, but—

ThunderClan eventually presents themselves, sending their neighbors glances varying in wariness and hostility. Lionpaw can sense the tension that radiates from his own clanmates, too, and although he treads the needle-littered ground cautiously he boldly chooses to address their rivals once they stray within earshot, "I heard that one of your apprentices was injured- Squirrelpaw," The chocolate torbie point recalls overhearing some warriors talking about it, but Lionpaw had been pulled away into another conversation before he could pick up on anything else that was mentioned.

A nervous twinge strikes the son of Blazestar when the ThunderClanners look his way. The torbie point feels hot under his pelt, not used to being the center of attention and certainly not by an enemy patrol. Determinedly, they press on, "How is— Does she fare well...?" Their faux brows knit, though they consciously try not to appear too worried.

There was no harm in asking, right? The two clans were at odds with one another but surely they could view his inquiry as an act of goodwill? Hopefully they would answer him honestly and without issue. Lionpaw can't exactly say why, but, he wants to know. This news has been eating at him ever since the night of the gathering.

𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

• @CROWSIGHT @Cherryblossom @DUSKPOOL @QUILLSTRIKE
  this is post-november gathering but retro to phase 3! no need to wait for those tagged!

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  — lionpaw / 11 moons / he/they pronouns
  — skyclan apprentice / mentored by crowsight
  — doeblaze x blazestar† / hover for immediate kin
  — lh chocolate torbie point w/ blue eyes, diagonal scar across face
  — click for full tags

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[Bugpaw !]

*+:｡.｡ Naive. Bugpaw had been labeled as such for wanting peace between the clans amid an all-out war. Still, surrounded by blood and two new ghosts, Bugpaw couldn't let go of that hope. Cats like Rowanpaw, who could share a rare moment together beneath the four trees, ought to be remembered during these times of strife. Friendships ought to be cherished more than ever, no matter how taut those red strings of fate may be from all that distance between embraces.

That hope flutters in her chest when Bugpaw pauses at the border, greeted by an enemy who's brimming with concern for her twin sister.
Bugpaw has to blink tears from her eyes, but it takes forcibly wiping them away to keep them truly at bay. She doesn't look at her clanmates for permission- she doesn't entirely trust their judgment...especially not Falconheart's, not right now, anyway - as she pads closer to the border.

Facing Lionpaw, Bugpaw looks over the other apprentice curiously, before smiling warmly at the sincerity in his eyes. He cares. "She's okay" she tells him with a small sniffle, "she was hurt pretty bad though, but she fought like a lion! But ill let her tell you all about it when you two see each other again" She wonders if they met during the gathering? Or if it's another...Stormywing situation. Although she flinches at the idea, recalling the cruel looks her cousin was dealt for her crime of love and loss and fearing the day her clanmates should turn on her own twin in the same fashion...Bugpaw stands resolutely nonetheless.

There is hope. She'll never stop believing kindness can overcome everything.

"Ill tell her you checked up on her, I'm sure she'd be overjoyed" she informs the torbie, placing a paw on her fluffy white mane, "I'm Bugpaw, by the way, her twin. It's nice to meet you..." she waits for their name, but doesn't press for it. The line is still there, naive as she may be, she can't ignore it...but she refuses to let it stop her fully.

Whoever this is, they're my friend now, too she thinks, resolute.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24

• //Underappreciated mentor tag @FALCONHEART I'm sorry Bug is in her Judgy Teen Phase sobbb
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  GENERAL:
  ♫ Bugpaw
  ♫ DFAB— She/Her
  ♫ Daughter to Flamewhisker and Flycatcher
  ♫ Sibling to Falconheart, Stormfeather, Lilykit, Butterflykit, Scorchedpaw, Squirrelpaw, Sunpaw
  ♫ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♫ Apprenticed to Falconheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♫Physically easy | mentally easy
  ♫ Attack in bold pink
  injuries: None currently

 

[QUILLSTRIKE]

IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO​

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The Thunderclan border was no longer just a place to patrol for Quill. It was clear there was no love left between their groups, and the only thing that mattered now was the fact that everyone was starving and cats were crossing borders to hunt.

Which meant Quill had every right to kill the next idiot to cross into his clans border in front of him.

The towering chimera prowled among the trunks of the pines with his patrolmates, not needing the cover of brush in their open woodland when they could disappear into the trees at a moments notice. It made the hunting a bit harder on the average cat when the ground cover was so limited, but not for an experience Skyclanner. Not when the weather was good, at least.

As he paused to drag his claws along one of the trees closer to the border, he couldn't help but overhear the two younger cats exchange, claws digging a little deeper than was necessary before he lowered them back to the ground.

As he moved on to drag his shoulder against another near Crowsight, he caught the others eye before tilting his head to gesture toward their apprentice. "You might want to deal with that before it become an issue. " he suggested bluntly, not bothering to explain the obvious sentiment behind the words.

Cross-clan friendships didn't work. Not when Lionpaw was going to have to watch his clanmates rip his friend apart in the next border skirmish. Not when Squirrelpaw would have to cope with Lionpaw injuring her friends and loved ones the next time a hunting raid was discovered. Could they even trust the apprentice to face her in a fight if it came down to it?

Quill doubted it, and in less dire circumstances he would have been fine to let the apprentices discover that tragedy themselves. But now, when ever action mattered?

OOC- talking to @CROWSIGHT

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skyclan - male - 31 months (Feb 17th) - Twitchbolts mate - a very tall, muscular chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.

 

[Cherryblossom]

Like Quillstrike, what meager love she'd held for the forest clan had disappeared with the onset of Leaf-fall. Thoughts of Little Wolf are rare these days. When the scent of deciduous wood and leaf litter reaches her nose, all she can think of is the miasma haloing SkyClan wounds. She'd do the same, given their position, but it earns them no sympathy. Even if she was the reddest of all the bleeding hearts of her clan, there was little she could do about it. As if her mother would listen to baseless whimpering about how all clans should twine tails and make peace.

She holds her anger carefully within her, nestled in the dark spaces of her ribs like a candleflame. Wearing it brazenly on her face is nothing but an invitation to fight... but a skirmish wouldn't go so badly for them if one happened to break out. Twitchbolt had gathered a patrol of formidable fighters: for once, Cherryblossom is the smallest of the warriors. Even Lionpaw rivals her for size, though if her memory serves, he's on the cusp of warriorhood himself now.

The calico would rather be in the treetops, far and away from sullying herself with ThunderClan air, but she remains on the ground for the sake of reminding them what's whose. There's something good in being groundbound after all, she finds: Lionpaw, striding right up to the ThunderClanners! She busies herself with twirling against a tree trunk, an ear carefully swiveled towards the azure-eyed apprentice and his ill-chosen conversation partners.

A Squirrelpaw. Injured. No doubt for the fabled Sunningrocks, or over Applejaw's murder. Both fair enough reasons for war, especially against haughty cats such as these. Maybe an apprentice would think Lionpaw's a reasonable question to ask; Cherryblossom had asked after Scorchstorm following the fires. But WindClan and SkyClan were chasmed by whole territories, while ThunderClan lay only a misstep away. (Besides, she already had a cat to pad after...)

She's not quite angry; it's not personal enough for that. Maybe Lionpaw's special friend would attack one of their apprentices, maybe even @ricepaw , and he wouldn't lift a claw to help. But he's a studious one, like Tawnyclaw had once been, and what would probably happen is he would get real torn up about it all in the end and maybe throw a fit or something.

Cherryblossom wears a cool little smile as she joins Quillstrike and Crowsight, tail swishing with intrigue. "I thought he hated ThunderClan..." she says in a hushed drawl. "And here I thought he was just eager to scuffle." She gives Crowsight a look of measured amusement: Why is it your apprentice falling all over himself at the ThunderClan border?​