border AND THE THUNDER ROARS ] mentor + apprentice

[MOUSENOSE]

The scent of the Thunderpath causes Mousenose's snout to crinkle in advance. The mentor and apprentice pair creep through the forest slowly, but Mousenose lifts her tail to barricade Shroudedpaw from going any further. "Taste the air," she instructs. She does as she tells her apprentice to do; there's asphalt, baking in the hot sun, and the acrid wind from a recently-passed monster. "That's the Thunderpath. It's very, very dangerous. Only cross the Thunderpath after you look both ways twice, and check the vibrations underground with your paws. One blow from a monster can kill a cat nine times over." Her voice is grave as she pads closer to the stretch of dark earth that divides their territory from ShadowClan's.

She peers into the dense marsh on the other side, murmuring, "This is our border with ShadowClan. Luckily, the Thunderpath usually keeps them out of our territory. They're led by Chilledstar. I wonder if we'll see them today?" Mousenose glances at Shroudedpaw. Wouldn't that be a treat, to get to see the leader of ShadowClan before his first Gathering!

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• ooc: @shroudedpaw but no need to wait :]
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• Mousekit . Mousepaw . Mousenose, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 20 moons old, ages realistically on the 25th.
  — mentored by Silverlightning ; mentoring Shroudedpaw ; previously mentored Sunshinespot
  — thunderclan warrior. sunfreckle x rabbitnose, gen 2.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh messy-furred tortoiseshell with high white and bright green eyes. demanding, exuberant, selfish, sensitive, oblivious, obnoxious.
  
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] It was no surprise to come across Thunderclan at the border, yet it seemed today there was only two. One who looks just freshly out of the nursery and the other was a warrior that he had sometimes seen the face of yet, cared little to know what their name was. Snowpaw's gaze stared coolly at the two while sticking close to @MIREPURR , dipping his head in greetings to them before flicking his nicked ears to the words the warrior spoke.

"Our leader won't be joining us" he stated calmly, trying to keep the facade that everything was okay, besides wouldn't it best to keep the knowledge that Chilledstar was dead away until the gathering? Would the other clans seek to find this as a moment of weakness for the Shadowclan cats? He narrowed his eyes slightly but dared not explain any further while clearing his throat slightly. "Showing a kit around the territories?" he asked, moving quickly from his other spoken words. At least, the newly appointed apprentice would be graced with the presence of one of their lead warriors but that isn't as starstriking as getting to see a leader up close for once.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 11 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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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. Briarthorn had been a warrior for a pawful of moons now, which meant she would be eligible for an apprentice herself soon enough. She felt torn on the subject, to have a young mind in her paws to mold was an exciting thought- the responsibility of some miniature version of a clanmate on her heels, however? It added a certain complexity to the young warriors eagerness.
As she patrolled the border alongside the rest of her patrol, Snowpaw’s attention shifting from the task at paw prompts Briarthorns attention to lift across the Thunderpath, blinking the form of a ThunderClan warrior and young apprentice into clear view. Chilledstar’s name spills from the neighboring warriors maw, and Briarthorn’s tail flicks in place of tense muscles, giving a sharp look in Snowpaws direction as the apprentice begins to speak unprompted. Her gaze instinctively looks to Mirepurr next, though she wouldn’t dare question the lead warriors' teaching practices aloud. Getting a good look at the young apprentice at the warriors side, her ear twitches in the outspoken apprentices direction. "If you’re lucky, maybe a monster will come by." Briarthorn offers, though is quick to look away when she’s made all too aware of how her flattened tone made the offer sound more akin to a threat. I hate running into the neighbors.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[shroudedpaw]

There is no need for Shroudedpaw to be told to taste the air; its' bitter scent reaches him from tail-lengths prior. Of course, at Mousenose's command he obeys, parting his mouth to take it into memory, but the smell of the Thunderpath is suffocating, and whatever lingers of ShadowClan's border is drenched out by the fumes of distantly passed monsters.

The Thunderpath, as she calls it, is regarded with round and fearful eyes. Perhaps the most fearful he's ever appeared. "I won't ever cross," Shroudedpaw vows. There is no need for risk - there was nothing special enough about ShadowClan that was worth crossing for anyway, he thinks. And, as confirmed by his mentor, their adversaries likely think the same. The natural deterrent for trespassers puts him at ease by eliminating the risk of a scuffle.

But, speak of the devil and they shall arrive. As if on queue, a small patrol of ShadowClanners streams in opposite of the Thunderpath, and nothing entirely friendly. The young apprentice bristles at the sight of them, expecting a flurry of claws and gnashing teeth like in the nursery tales of border skirmishes - but all that comes is a grating voice and flapping tongue. "I'm not a kit. Does ShadowClan take kits out into the territory?" Shroudedpaw counters - a quick retort, but not without a nervous shake of his voice. Still, he cannot stop his eyes from rolling. What a stupid question.

Through all his distaste for the Clan so far, his tail droops slightly with disappointment. He would've liked to see one of the other grand leaders, see what makes them so great and what makes them not. The thoughts are cut short by a dull comment made by one of their warriors. Shroudedpaw looks up to his mentor, uncertain. "I don't want to see a monster," he mutters in the closest thing to a plea he could muster. If it's as dangerous as Mousenose described.. he wants nothing to do with it.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

• SHROUDEDPAW ━━ penned by ixora
  ━━ APPRENTICE of THUNDERCLAN
  ━━ 6 MOONS,, ages every 8th
  ━━ SHADEDMOON xx CRIMSONSUN
  ━━ sibling to FADINGPAW, SHADOWEDPAW, DWINDLINGPAW and GLOWINGPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none, MENTORED by MOUSENOSE
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ | generally healthy​
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[Maggotfur.]

ABANDON ALL YOUR STUPID DREAMS
ABOUT THE GIRL I COULD HAVE BEEN, MY DEAR​

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maggotfur ♛ 20 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan warrior ​

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" You certainly look like one, " the molly snorts as she makes her appearance - voice lilting with humor despite her blank-faced expression. The thunderpath is a wondrously dangerous place - and in truth, it is both Maggotfur's favorite and most loathed place to venture. Unlike the others, she is not here to mark a border or show her apprentice around - rather, Maggotfur has dragged poor @leechpaw out and about to find something interesting to bring back to camp. There's always some sort of treasure to be found here - be it scraps of fur and feathers to add to nests or pale ivory bones to chew on, she's sure they won't return home empty pawed.

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[ONYXPAW]

It was difficult for Onyxpaw to remember just how long it had been, since she had been taken down to the various borders alongside Avocetfall. Logically, she knew that it had been about six moons - after all, she had been one of the last apprenticed at four. However, when she tried to retrace her steps in her mind, she found that it felt like so much longer. Like a few lifetimes, instead of a mere few cycles of the moon in the sky. Part of that could be attributed to her own journey - losing Avocetfall to the elders' den, and gaining Scorchfrost as a mentor - but a larger part of it had to do with how much anguish Shadowclan had suffered over her life.

A pattern that hadn't yet come to a close, her mind bitterly hissing at her when she approached just in time to hear a Thunderclanner speak about Chilledstar. Snowpaw had already covered for Shadowclan as a whole, yet she still found her gaze flicking remorsefully down to her paws. They still had some time before other clan patrols came up talking about Smogstar instead, whether thinking of him more highly or not. Though she was fairly sure she could guess with Windclan, considering the fallen leader's last actions before their death.

Stomach twisting unpleasantly at her own thoughts, she wrenched her head up to focus on the Thunderclanners once more. Tame barbs were being tossed back and forth on both sides, but the last thing Onyxpaw wanted to do was join in. Instead she just gave a twitch of her tail in greeting, voice summoned up after a second of concentration. "Hello. If it helps, you look like less of a kit than I did when I was first apprenticed." Which, obviously, was because she had been more of a kit than Shroudedpaw when she was apprenticed. However, it wasn't like he needed to know that.

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ✹ . + 　 ˚ 　　　 · 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎

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  an apprentice of shadowclan, onyxpaw is inching towards warriorhood at ten moons. she is being mentored by scorchfrost, and is on track to graduate fairly soon. shy towards most other cats, she is nonetheless loyal to her home and a skilled combatant, although she struggles in the hunting department.　✦

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[SINGEPAW]

*+:｡.｡ Singepaw has no strong opinions on Thunderclan the same way he has endless thoughts on Windclan, but he can't say he's particularly fond of them. Any cat who isn't a Shadowclanner is automatically a loser in Singepaw's eyes - I mean, imagine how sad your life must be, kept away from the charm of the marshland and the company of his clan-mates? He's also pretty sure Thunderclan causes storms, but maybe that's just a tale he's forgotten to outgrow yet. Either way, the apprentice is unimpressed when he pads over to the scene, nose raised and eyes narrowed.

The adult of the two-man party mentions Chilledstar, immediately hitting Singepaw with a pang of discomfort in his chest. He shoots the woman a glare, he chooses to believe it's because she thinks it's the Thunderpath that stops them from crossing. Singepaw and his clan were not afraid of some dumb river of rock and thunder - it was Thunderclan who were kept at bay by it! Teeth grinding together, Singepaw levels his gaze upon the woman's new apprentice.
Singepaw's already smirking at the sight of him. Thunderclan's future warrior is a trembling mess. Eager to make things worse, Singepaw steps closer to the edge of the path and calls to Shroudedpaw, "I dunno man, you should be more prepared. Y'know, sometimes, monsters don't even stay on the path. Sometimes, when they've locked their sun-beam eyes on you, they'll gallop right over on chunky, crushing paws and swallow you whole in an instant!" Sunbaked or perhaps monster cursed, the unnaturally flat stone he stood on suddenly felt unbearably hot. Quickly, the apprentice jumped back, doing his best to shake the fire from his paws as subtly as he could while hiding his wince behind a toothy snarl. So much for playing the scary Shadowclanner part!

Still shaking his paws, he watches as Onyxpaw tries to ease any built-up tension. He would've rolled his eyes had it not been a predictable move from the compassionate molly.

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 6/10/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singepaw
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
  ☄ 8 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x Duckshimmer (brother to Swallowpaw, Sneezepaw)
  ☄ Shadowclan — Kit
  ☄ Apprenticed to Smogmaw
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically easy | mentally easy
  ☄ Attack inbold #b8312f
  ☄ Can be power played just ask
  injuries: none
  

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[leechpaw]

Leechpaw's eyes are wide and intrigued as it wanders, meandering slowly after Maggotfur as it investigates every unusual item it comes across, silently deeming each one either passable or useless. Smell of monsters and ThunderClanners is ignored as it carefully picks up a rather interesting bone, one twisted and strange. It holds it between it's teeth alongside the other items it's found so far, including two or three interesting feathers and a rather large beetle. It's wiggling in Leech's hold, but it keeps its jaw tight and the beetle is unable to escape from its current prison. The apprentice wanders up beside Maggotfur, lifting it's head to show its collection so far to its mentor as if looking for approval for the choices it has made. It's wide eyes slide over to stare at the apprentice that it seems Maggotfur is talking to, but no words are uttered, more focused on waiting for her opinion rather than the apprentice--this despite its eyes remaining locked onto Shroudedpaw.​