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[PALEFIRE]

Thunderclan was finally free from tynary under Skyclaw, and the days seemed to be passing ever quicker. They had finally begun to heal front the damage that had been done during the mutiny, but certain wounds ran deep and would take more time. Some things would never go back to the way they had before, and Palefire felt an overwhelming sense of displacement as their lives started to return to their new 'normal'. At least she had both of her apprentices back now, safe under her care. It was finally time to begin their training, and she wanted to start by taking them out to the borders of all their neighboring clans. It was a task they had not been able to accomplish under Skyclaw's reign.

The pale warrior strode quietly along the Thunderpath, her ice blue gaze flickering every-so-often to their shared border with Shadowclan. The marsh-dwellers were arguably her least favorite to interact with, given how many…. Incidents she'd been witness to here along the dangerous black stone path. This was actually where Palefire had first met Ivorypaw, when her mother had been killed by a twoleg monster. Her attention fell to her snowy apprentice, searching for any signs of discomfort. It must be difficult to be back here now, after the trauma she'd suffered.

Her eyes then caught the fiery pelt of her second apprentice, and her heart tugged once more. Meadowpaw had also suffered her fair share of heartache in recent weeks. They had both been treated unkindly by fate, and she wished more than anything that she had been able to prevent it. But all she could do now was help them move forward, and focus on the bright futures that she knew lay ahead of them both. The lynx point softly cleared her throat as they slowed along their path, her tail sweeping over to point at the territory opposite them. "This is our border with Shadowclan. I'm sure you'll both encounter them often enough, but always be alert here." She paused, her gaze narrowing slightly as she turned to face the girls. "Take a deep breath, and tell me what you notice about their scent. Can you recognize what makes it distinct?"

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• [ apprentice tags! @Meadowpaw @ivorypaw ]
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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 18 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, padding after no one / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

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[FORESTSHADE]

// apprentice tag @Gigglepaw

It's an uneventful day in ShadowClan. She hadn't been placed on a patrol at this time, so instead she opted to work on tracking with Gigglepaw. And while tracking a particularly elusive snipe, they've ended up at Forestshade's least favorite place: the thunderpath. Her ears twitch as she catches the scent of ThunderClanners on the other side of the border. Her fur bristles instinctively - not out of fear, but readiness for the encounter. It's good to get her apprentice as used to interclan interactions as possible. She tilts her head slightly, "We've got company."

The torbie takes a step forward, navigating confidently through the trees until they stand near the acrid path. From the sounds of it, it's a mentor teaching some young apprentice about their neighbors. No immediate threat here. She steps closer, her head held high. "Training session, I take it?" She calls out calmly. She gestures with her tail for her apprentice to join her. "Perfect opportunity for a lesson, then. Pay attention, Gigglepaw."​

 

[Gigglepaw]

Gigglepaw had decided that tracking was a little boring. She understood the necessity of it, and why she should train to be adept in it, but that didn't stop it from weighing on her paws like mud sucking her down - and having to track a bird that seemed to have magically disappeared? She would've counted herself out long ago if not for the one reason that was keeping her mouth shut and her nose ready: she wanted to show Forestshade that she was capable of doing this.

Gigglepaw's ears perk up when Forestshade speaks, but it isn't to tell her that they're done with tracking; instead, Forestshade leads her to the Thunderpath, and Gigglepaw wrinkles her nose instinctively at the acrid odor that came with the hulking obstacle. On the other side are some ThunderClanners, and Gigglepaw's interest is piqued then. She's had some interaction with other Clans before, having been to a Gathering once, where she'd met a RiverClanner who was chronically sniffly - but this was different.

Taking a deep breath so that she might smell the scent of the ThunderClanners over that of the Thunderpath, Gigglepaw nodded enthusiastically when Forestshade ordered her to pay attention. Over the acrid stench, Gigglepaw could smell the faint scents of the forest, one that was markedly different than what she'd grown used to having grown up in ShadowClan.

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• GIGGLEPAW ✩ apprentice of shadowclan, six moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[MIRESTAR]

Plumpaw is decisively no stranger to the borders that separate ShadowClan's land from the others, but Mirepurr never fails to take her onto the edges; cross-Clan relationships are important to be aware of, something Smogstar has drilled deep into his deputy's mind from day one. Plus, it just comes easy — they had spotted Forestshade leaving with her own apprentice, right before that bushy tail could disappear into the shadows. Trekking the territory in pairs often serves better to the alternative.

Forestshade is quick to call out — a reminder that ShadowClan always finds you first —, and Mirepurr's tail curls with curiosity. What would the ThunderClan warrior with two apprentices teach?

"It's a good day for training," they confirm. Already the light tufts of fur on Gigglepaw's chest shift with a deep inhale; mirroring the instructions of the other mentor.

@plumpaw

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[Meadowpaw]

The distraction of training, of a territory tour, is a welcome one. Meadowpaw's long limbs ache with the need to do something, to go somewhere, to run through the woods, tilt her head back and scream at the trees, at the stars, about how unfair it all was. Ivorypaw knows, she thinks. She knows what it is like to lose someone close to you. That didn't make her like her any more, though. In fact, Meadowpaw was kinda hoping that when Ivorypaw returned with the others that Flamestar would reassign her to someone else. Much to her continued dissapointment, that didn't happen so here they were, traipsing through the woods together at Palefire's feet. Meadowpaw has half a mind to run forward, to race them there. Why were they going so slooww? But she also doesn't want to bother Palefire with an endless stream of 'Are we almost there?' and risk getting sent back to camp so she complies, forces her legs to walk when really all they want to do is run.

Finally, finally, finally they have arrived. Immediately, her nose wrinkes at the acrid stench of the thunderpath. "Ew!" She exclaims, clamping one alabaster paw over her nose and mouth "It reeks! What is that?" there's something else under the stench of the path, something that smells like water but not like the water she's used to. It is not the smell of rain in the forest, nor is it the smell of the small stream running through Gentlestorm's den. No, this is more putrid, like water that someone's possibly made dirt in.

Her eyes flicker towards the movement across the Thunderpath and her eyes widen as she spots the cats across the way. "No way cats live in that!" she exclaims. She had heard of ShadowClan of course, but hearing and seeing them with her own two eyes were two completely different stories.

( ❀༉ ) there's love in the lightning ₊˚༉‧₊˚

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  MEADOWPAW THUNDERCLAN KITTEN ; SHE / HER
  LIGHTSTRIKE X MOONWHISPER SISTER TO SCARLETPAW & MOTTLEDPAW ; MENTORED BY PALEFIRE
  

  A large fluffy red tabby kitten with a white chest, stomach, tail, muzzle and stripe running along her back. Her eyes are a deep, forest, green and in her pelt one can usually find flowers woven

  ✦ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Sharpshadow is near the tail - end of the brigade of ShadowClanners, and though she can't hear what the pale tabby she - cat is mumbling to her patrolmates, the loud exclamation of ew! is as clear as day... Well, day anywhere else but ShadowClan, maybe. Lucky them, they've apparently stumbled across some kind of lesson... Even luckier for them, the cats who were being asked the questions were undoubtedly fresh out of the nursery. ...Either that, or the average ThunderClanner apparently couldn't give a rats tail about who's listening to them say another Clan stinks. Sharpshadow thinks ThunderClan's a little too dedicated to seeming better than everyone else for that.

No way cats live in that, the red one exclaims. Being the fresh apprentice that she seemed to be, the question was probably totally genuine too. Sharpshadow is so excited to be a shining example of a freak to this new apprentice... Is what she would say if she was like, Mirepurr, or something. What the hell else can she say but, " Uh, yes way. " If any of his patrolmates thought he was about to launch into a rant about how ShadowClan did not reek and was actually the best place in the world, they were terribly mistaken. " Our bad, I know, " he deadpans.​

 

[ivorypaw]

This is Ivorypaw's first trek into their territory proper; immediately upon being named an apprentice, the pale she-cat had been sent away by Howlingstar for her heritage. Her curled ears remain alert, even as she steps carefully through the undergrowth with unpracticed paws. She tries to follow Palefire's lead, tries to emulate the way Meadowpaw navigates the forest, but her paws are clumsy in comparison, and she finds herself out of breath long before they get to the Thunderpath. Embarrassment clouds her auburn eyes; she knows comparing herself to her mentor and co-apprentice is only a recipe for disaster, but she can't help but feel the frustration beginning to mount.

Their destination is one Ivorypaw had not anticipated. The scent is acrid, starkly familiar. This is... She halts, her heart beginning to hammer in her chest. She knows where they are even before she sees the black stretch of road; in her mind's eye, there's still a body there, twisted and white and long, blood dribbling from the corner of its slack-jawed mouth.

Ivorypaw trembles, but when Palefire looks at her, she squares her shoulders. Don't show any kittypet weakness. She knows better. She has to be tougher than Meadowpaw, than Scarletpaw — weakness is a luxury Ivorypaw cannot afford. She nods to her mentor, as if to say, I'm okay, before she listens to her begin her lecture.

"This is our border with ShadowClan," Palefire tells the pair of them. Meadowpaw screws her face up and yells; Ivorypaw grimaces at the shrillness of her cohort's voice. Still, she can't help but agree with Meadowpaw. The scent is putrid; it's thick, cloying, secretive, full of things that live under overturned stones and moss-clouded water. She clears her throat and murmurs, "It smells like old water. Do they have rivers?"

The grass on the other side rustles; a torbie with clouded eyes, two dark-pelted warriors, and a pale tabby apprentice emerge from the mire. Ivorypaw tries for a smile, even as the pointy-pelted warrior dryly responds to Meadowpaw's blatant rudeness. She waves a paw to the other apprentice. "Hi! I'm Ivorypaw. What's your name?"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• Adora . Ivorykit . Ivorypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 7 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by Palefire ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan apprentice. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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