- Jun 7, 2022
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Clayfur walls with a pep in his step, evident even from across the river—hell, the sun and the stars and even the hiding moon can probably see it. Upbeat and bright, his cheeriness can probably be seen from miles away. He relishes in it, though, rolls around in every positive emotion like he’s some kind of body being prepared for vigil by Beesong (except in his case, rather than good-smelling herbs, he’s covered in the scent of happiness, of joy). Because he’s going out with a border patrol, which isn’t special in any way—but this time he’s got an apprentice! He keeps up the cheer until he and his patrol partners reach the river that separates ThunderClan and RiverClan’s territories.
On the other side of the river, a bit downstream, he can see the sunning rocks—or what’s left of them, at least. Flooded as the land is, he isn’t sure why ThunderClan wanted to hunt there in the first place. Taking a deep breath, he comes to a sharp stop mere whisker-lengths before his paws would touch the water. "I don’t think I really need to, like, tell you guys this. But let’s be nice if we see any ThunderClanners," he grins back at Antlerpaw, and then at Sneezefur. They’re both nice enough, though Sneezefur is a tad odd—Clay thinks back to the apparent starting contest between Sneeze and Redpath that he’d stumbled upon. Anyway, odd or not, he doubts that either of his clanmates will cause problems.
It dawns on him after a moment of standing at the river’s edge that this is a perfect teaching moment. To his apprentice he speaks quickly, excitement clear in his voice. "Okay, so with border patrols like this we usually just have to, well. Mark the border, make sure the scents are fresh and clear. Usually we’d go over to Sunningrocks—that’s them over there, but they’re all flooded now—but for now we’ll just rub up against some rocks this side of the river. Get our smell all over them." He speaks clearly, but it’s a lot of information at once, and his apprentice surely can’t take it all in at once. He’ll hear it again, probably even multiple times because Clay will forget that he’s already gone over it.
// @ANTLERPAW @Sneezefur.
On the other side of the river, a bit downstream, he can see the sunning rocks—or what’s left of them, at least. Flooded as the land is, he isn’t sure why ThunderClan wanted to hunt there in the first place. Taking a deep breath, he comes to a sharp stop mere whisker-lengths before his paws would touch the water. "I don’t think I really need to, like, tell you guys this. But let’s be nice if we see any ThunderClanners," he grins back at Antlerpaw, and then at Sneezefur. They’re both nice enough, though Sneezefur is a tad odd—Clay thinks back to the apparent starting contest between Sneeze and Redpath that he’d stumbled upon. Anyway, odd or not, he doubts that either of his clanmates will cause problems.
It dawns on him after a moment of standing at the river’s edge that this is a perfect teaching moment. To his apprentice he speaks quickly, excitement clear in his voice. "Okay, so with border patrols like this we usually just have to, well. Mark the border, make sure the scents are fresh and clear. Usually we’d go over to Sunningrocks—that’s them over there, but they’re all flooded now—but for now we’ll just rub up against some rocks this side of the river. Get our smell all over them." He speaks clearly, but it’s a lot of information at once, and his apprentice surely can’t take it all in at once. He’ll hear it again, probably even multiple times because Clay will forget that he’s already gone over it.
// @ANTLERPAW @Sneezefur.
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