crack that whip | thunderclan dawn patrol

[Flycatcher]

It had been a while since Flycatcher had led a dawn patrol along this border. He had taken his patrol to the ShadowClan border first, finding only a small patrol in return that didn't stop to chat. Flycatcher was hoping for much the same here if they had to encounter a WindClan patrol. Although Flycatcher would be civil regardless, he was admittedly a little wary given his recent outburst at the gathering, when he had criticised Sootstar's threats about raiding RiverClan or SkyClan for her wayward deputy.

As Silverlightning and Shiningsun got to work marking, Flycatcher stopped to address his apprentice, who was finally well enough to accompany him on patrols. "What can you smell today, Shinepaw?" He asked, looking at the pale tom.

@Silverlightning @SHININGSUN @Shinebug ​

 

[GRAVELSNAP]

Their patrols as of late have been disappointing, yielding less prey than Gravelsnap has grown used to. The rogue attacks only make the situation worse, and the black-patched warrior can’t help but feel on edge through every patrol. Even now, as they hear a voice in the distance, their chest tightens with anxiety. "There’s someone that way," they announce, eyes narrowing as they turn their head in the direction of the sound. Who could it be—a relatively harmless ThunderClan patrol, or more rogues intent on wreaking havoc on their clan? The moor runner hopes that it’s the former, the first time he’s ever hoped to see a bunch of ThunderClanners, and the first time he’s felt relief upon spotting the familiar figure of the other clan’s deputy on the other side of the border.

To their own patrol, Gravelsnap murmurs, "Just a ThunderClan patrol. Thriftpaw, do you recognize any of them?" They can’t recall whether or not their golden-furred apprentice has ever been introduced to Flycatcher before, but it’s somewhat important for him to at least be informed of the deputies and leaders of other clans. The best targets to aim for in battle. Though for now, Gravelsnap is sure that there won’t be any violence between their clans, the knowledge could come in handy sometime in the future. They’ve never trusted the forest-dwellers to mind their own business, after all.

// apprentice tag @Thriftpaw ​

[ you put the fun into dysfunction ]​

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[Thriftfeather]

Falling into step with Gravelsnap is a familiar comfort. Even with the strain of looming rogues and with the hunting patrols that yield less than what Thriftpaw has come to expect, he knows things are going to be alright because Gravelsnap is alright. Thriftpaw feels brighter during training; he can forget the great many things that worry him in place of short-term tasks and snippets of easy to memorize wisdoms from Gravelsnap.

Their worry isn't missed by Thriftpaw, and neither is their relief when the potential threat reveals itself to be nothing more than ThunderClan.

Thriftpaw isn't so quick to settle — he looks between Gravelsnap and the other patrol with a plainly worn wariness. It isn't anyone that Thriftpaw immediately recognizes and it isn't until moments after Gravelsnap has asked that Thriftpaw remembers that he should respond, "No," He shakes his head, "No, I don't know any of them."​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 7 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[Silverlightning]

War weighin' on my heart but I can't fall

Dutifully the long legged warrior wastes no time stalking past Flycatcher to begin marking their side of the border. The action of his jaw rubbing against the bark of an oak slows to a halt momentarily once he scents windclan drawing near. He vaguely recognizes Gravelsnap, but does not recall the young one by their side. Flicking his tail he watches thunderclan's deputy teach his apprentice and it reminds him of his time training Mousenose. How time flies. ​

Seekin' shelter from the storm on this blank road​

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[SHININGSUN]

☼The large tom laid down his markers as he went, all the while maintaining a cautious watch of WindClan's side of the border. Out of all the clans he trusted them the least, but that wouldn't stop him from being civil. It wasn't all that long before the first of the WindClanners appeared and he made a visible effort to wave his tail in greeting before he pressed on with his duty.
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