border blue sky's only miles away - Thunderclan patrol

[Flamestar]

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Hues of fire seemed to ignite the sky over the moorland as dusk began to stake it's claim before darkness moved in for the evening. It was a beauty that made her stop and stare for awhile. This could be the last sunset she saw for awhile. It was no secret to her clanmates anymore that she was carrying kits, and it probably wouldn't be too hard for the Windclanners to tell either. Her stomach wasn't as extended as Roeflame or Moonwhisper's, but it was still more full looking than the average warrior in leafbare.

It was bittersweet to be patrolling with her former apprentice once more. They had traveled safely through the forest, keeping out of sight of any deer that could be nearby. Hopefully on their travels home it would be uneventful as well. Her paws were slightly achy from the extra weight, but she wouldn't complain. She had learned from her last litter that she was due to be stuck in the camp soon, so any chance she had, she was out in the forest. A small yawn escaped from her maw before she padded to a nearby tree and rubbed her cheek across it. "Sunset sure is pretty tonight." she commented, before making her way towards a bush.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO DAMSEL IN DISTRESS ⋅✩⋅ DONT NEED TO SAVE ME ──┐‎

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  @Mothfur @Acornwish.
  this takes place before the wolf was spotted in the forest (:
  
  

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  FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 30 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ currently mated to Flycatcher / / mother to: Falconheart and Stormfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SUNNVAR]

Having survived a litter through the eyes of a father, Sunstar knows what to look for in cats that expect. He had spent his mate's term bringing him gifts and little treasures, filling his nest and his belly with as much as he could to promise their bloodline strength, and care. Wolfsong was his to take care of. The kits, too, would receive the same. But now they were nearly grown by the standard of these clans. Protecting them will not allow them to grow. And so Rivepaw is his own now. Blood teaching blood. His daughter's recovery had been a slow, uncertain one, and she had thrown herslef into ever more danger as soon as she deemed herself fit enough. Now she would prove it. Their late patrol comes after a long day of training. His own paws are exhausted; surely she is worse off than even this. But this arc is along their return, and ThunderClan makes for a pleasant enough sight these days.

Even when Sootstar had ruled this moor, they were not an enemy of his.

The rosette tom dips his head to Flamewhisker when the foliage parts way enough for a glance. They were just close enough for him to overhear the comment made, and a polite smile crosses his face. "Perhaps if rogues drive us from our home once more, ThunderClan will find shelter within the moors for a while — so you may see the sunset from our direction, without anything between you and the stars." He does not think of how odd that might sound. To hope for tragedy so that he might offer them the sanctuary they had reached out with not so long before. But perhaps they will find the assurance that he had meant his words to contain.

⋆°•☁︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ╱╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝗕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 〚 02.11.2024 〛 𖤓

• OOC. @rivepaw apprentice tag!
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  SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN.   ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES

• "speech"

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Joining her leader at the border with ThunderClan, Scorchstreak finds herself genuinely interested in greeting their neighboring clan’s patrol, for once. She had been told by Nightbird at the gathering of their fellow journeyer’s new position as Howlingstar’s second in command, but she cannot recall actually speaking to Flamewhisker since the two of them parted ways to return home to their clans. Now, she slinks her way over to stand beside Sunstar, flicking her tail gently in a motion for Pinkpaw to come closer if she wishes. ThunderClan does not pose the same risk as clans such as RiverClan—there is less volatility to be seen from the forest dwellers, and as such Scorchstreak is more comfortable allowing her apprentice to stand closer to the border. There is no gorge to fall into at this border, either.

"Flamewhisker," she greets with a dip of her head. Unlike her rosetted leader, the calico has no interest in chatting about the sunset, or who WindClan may shelter if they ever need to. Instead, she continues, "It’s good to see you. I heard you took Flycatcher’s place. How are you… Ah." The roundness of Flamewhisker’s midsection is not terribly obvious, but it is just enough so to catch the tunneler’s eye. There is some irony there, in Flamewhisker falling pregnant soon after what is certainly a life-changing promotion. Scorchstreak had experienced the same just after her first appointment to lead warrior. Still, golden eyes hold no judgement for once as she flicks an ear knowingly at the deputy. "Congratulations," she says simply. She knows of the tabby-striped she-cat’s first two kits, one of whom had joined them on the journey, but given WindClan’s recent influx of kits, she is curious as to how many new faces ThunderClan will be receiving as well. Still, she holds back her curiosity, unwilling to be perceived as too chatty.

// @PINKPAW ​

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[Mothfur]

♪ Like a moth to a flame ♪ ---- Mothfur was wandering close by to his clanmates as the great ball of fire set from the peaks ahead. He took note that Flamewhisker was expecting and kept his eye on her. He knew it wasn't necessary, but did so anyways... He was worried. "Certainly," replied the tom to his deputy's conversation starter. "How many do you suppose there will be?" asked the tom, awkwardly, "...Kits I mean." It was unlike him to ask these types of questions, but a spark of excitement hit his voice as he spoke.
Mothfur walked confidentially till the sound of others rose his hackles- He instinctively made his way to the patrol's side without making a sound. He gave a quick check on his clanmates with a huff before turning his head back at the Windclanners. Mothfur calmly set down the fur that rose on his back with a quick lick. Now knowing that the patrol seemed friendly, he begun side-eyeing the innocent.
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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Careful steps carried Rattleheart through the nearby tunnels, Downypaw at his heels and pale gaze scanning over the walls of dirt. He had agreed to accompany Sunstar and Scorchstreak to the border, though he'd broken from them not long ago to show his apprentice the state of the tunnels. They weren't nearly as dilapidated as when they had all first returned to their proper territory, but many still needed care and upkeep that they hadn't been getting for weeks. He'd been carefully tearing cobwebs from the nearest wall when he heard movement from above, glancing over at the nearby exit before turning back towards Downypaw. "They must've run into something. Come on, just be careful." The lead warrior waited only for a nod before he twisted back around, pulling himself up from the dirt of the tunnels in one swift motion.

It was a relief to see that what Sunstar and his sister had run into wasn't a predator or other threat - not unless Howlingstar had suddenly decided she was interested in a war. He dipped his head to the small patrol before him, pausing at Scorchstreak's simple congratulations. Rattleheart could only hope the envy on his face wasn't too obvious as he looked towards Flamewhisker, spotting the faint roundness that had prompted celebration. It was - hopefully - a pleasant future for both the deputy and Thunderclan, a litter of kittens that would carry them into the future. Windclan was far from deprived of kits at the moment, yet he still found himself wishing he was curled up in the nursery alongside all of them. "Ah, yes. Congratulations, Flamewhisker." He could remember her name leaving Howlingstar's muzzle at the last gathering, and he found himself wondering how she was faring with the stress of both pregnancy and her recent promotion to deputy.

None of the patrol before him seemed hostile, a relief considering the shadow of Soot that had felt like it would be hanging over them forever. Though he was sure things would be far different if they were at Riverclan's border, rather than Thunderclan's. "Have things been alright over there? I remember hearing about you all dealing with some deer sightings." Altogether not a horribly concerning thing on its own - as long as they were giving the deer plenty of distance. The last thing any of the clans needed was cats getting trampled by frightened deer that had decided fighting was better than fleeing.

// @downypaw

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[downyfur]

Downypaw pauses, cobwebs up to her elbow, when Rattleheart speaks again. An ear flicks, sending a miniscule amount of dry, wintry soil scattering over their head. Their whiskers flash gold as they nod, giving them pause. Is the sun shining directly into the tunnels? They hadn't realized it had gotten late enough for the sun to be so low. Carefully, as her mentor instructed her to, she crawls out of the dirt behind him, shaking the cobwebs off as she goes.

ThunderClan's scent is gentle, muffled by a haphazard wall of clanmates. They find a position between Rattleheart and @PINKPAW , giving her the brief, easy smile of expected reunion. Their eyes return first to Rattleheart's face, not those of the strangers across the border. It was a little easier to discern WindClan's current relationships with their neighbors based on the reaction of WindClanners, for RiverClan would be forever hostile and ThunderClan, for the time best, amicable at best. Both would want to keep their distance.

More importantly, it was much easier to tell how she should react. Aside from the usual guarded politeness, they're surprised to find...was it frustration? It's certainly not annoyance causing the faint creases in Rattleheart's new moon face. Curiously, they follow his gaze towards the gingerest, roundest ThunderClanner of the bunch. Congratulations? She tips her head. Oh. Hmm. She straightens it, letting a courteous little smile bloom on her face. "Congratulations," they repeat experimentally, dipping their head to who they now recognize as ThunderClan's newfound deputy.

Rattleheart decides he can afford another inquiry, and Downypaw's large ears stretch imperceptibly farther towards the forest. They couldn't fathom any mentor of theirs asking purely out of concern. Nonetheless, her smile dips into something more sympathetic as they speak. Without any notable emotion, they wonder how Fallowkit is doing. It'd be Fallowpaw now, she supposes. First rogues, then, moons later, deer. What a not-home.​