- Sep 12, 2023
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【◈】 // note: this is just a little bit before the rogues attack!
A border patrol. Which, you know, really wasn't that bad. All things considered, Scalejaw was relieved something normal was happening. Chilledstar's life lost, Halfshade, Tornadopaw... they sat in her gut in like crowfood, and she was quickly pushing the feeling down. Once they had gathered as Scalejaw instructed, she was leading them across the marshes to Windclan's border. Her vision had been split on the paths ahead- she really didn't want to play with anymore rogues- and her new apprentice.
She had some mixed feelings, of course. An apprentice now would shorten her time, but it wasn't like the apprentice could be left without a mentor. Flintpaw would be a great warrior, surely. The disappointment that she could see in his eyes briefly here or there would hopefully turn to determination. Especially if Scalejaw had anything to say about it. Her ears twitched as they reached the border, inhaling softly.
Her voice rose softly, calling to those in the patrol as a whole. "Windclan border. Mark it. Make sure that rogue smell is gone." Her voice was even and controlled, even if the message was just as dire. Her vision shifted towards Flintpaw now. "There are two foreign smells here. Rogues, and Windclan. You'll learn to separate them soon enough." She spoke, and there was no warmth to her words- not like she had been in camp. For some, it may seem stark for Scalejaw, but the warriors in the patrol would have known well that Scalejaw didn't pull punches outside of camp.
She turned, rubbing her flank against a short shrub. "You are here to leave your scent on our border. Do not cross without reason or command." She continued to instruct her apprentice, hoping to the Stars he was listening.
// @FLINTPAW @Skunktail @FERNDANCE @honeypaw @Briarpaw.
// no need to wait for the above!
"yuh"
A border patrol. Which, you know, really wasn't that bad. All things considered, Scalejaw was relieved something normal was happening. Chilledstar's life lost, Halfshade, Tornadopaw... they sat in her gut in like crowfood, and she was quickly pushing the feeling down. Once they had gathered as Scalejaw instructed, she was leading them across the marshes to Windclan's border. Her vision had been split on the paths ahead- she really didn't want to play with anymore rogues- and her new apprentice.
She had some mixed feelings, of course. An apprentice now would shorten her time, but it wasn't like the apprentice could be left without a mentor. Flintpaw would be a great warrior, surely. The disappointment that she could see in his eyes briefly here or there would hopefully turn to determination. Especially if Scalejaw had anything to say about it. Her ears twitched as they reached the border, inhaling softly.
Her voice rose softly, calling to those in the patrol as a whole. "Windclan border. Mark it. Make sure that rogue smell is gone." Her voice was even and controlled, even if the message was just as dire. Her vision shifted towards Flintpaw now. "There are two foreign smells here. Rogues, and Windclan. You'll learn to separate them soon enough." She spoke, and there was no warmth to her words- not like she had been in camp. For some, it may seem stark for Scalejaw, but the warriors in the patrol would have known well that Scalejaw didn't pull punches outside of camp.
She turned, rubbing her flank against a short shrub. "You are here to leave your scent on our border. Do not cross without reason or command." She continued to instruct her apprentice, hoping to the Stars he was listening.
// @FLINTPAW @Skunktail @FERNDANCE @honeypaw @Briarpaw.
// no need to wait for the above!
"yuh"
[penned by dallas].