DECIMATE DRIVE . TC PATROL

[Ravenstrike]

Long legs tread slowly as a cold amber gaze watches her environment. Her nose scrunches in disgust of the reeking marsh as her long tail gives a flick, “What's special about Shadowclan?” The warrior would inquire as she allows her gaze to flick towards her apprentice with @badgerstripe , @ROSETHORN , and @GENTLESTORM in tow behind her. Ravenstrike brushes against a tree as it catches loose tufts of fur and rubbing the scent of Thunderclan broadly onto the trunk, paying no mind to the others in her patrol. Conversation was useless and the only thing she looked forward to was getting this over (and hopefully some mousebrain running their mouth leading to a fight).

The fresh metallic taste of blood was still fresh in her mouth from when she caught the trespassing kittypet from Skyclan. It had went perfect, almost as if Skyclan disguised her murder as an applause for disposing of a disgusting creature.

// @Smokepaw apprentice tag
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[GENTLESTORM]

.𓍊↟ DOWN THE BANK WHERE THE DOGS ROAM, POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ ↟𓍊.​

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — The large tom follows along the rest of the patrol only briefly glancing at the three warriors and Ravenstrike's apprentice, he chooses to stray a little ways from the ground to search for herbs. If any of the warriors wished to help him then they could offer but he likely wouldn't ask them himself, he noses around the thick undergrowth and lets out a soft sigh under his breath. His gaze glancing over to the other side of the border wondering which Shadowclanners they would stumble upon today, his ears perk forward as he seeks out the bicolored pelt that belonged to the Shadowclan medicine cat. Heavy pawsteps continue to move about as his large body occasionally brushes against a few oak trees in a silent habit of his patrol days as a warrior.

The bright petals of marigold catch his eyes first and he approaches without any hesitation, his large paws already digging carefully at the ground so he doesn't end up tearing or ruining the vibrant bloom. His head lifts when he successfully picks it out from the ground and smiles through it glancing back over to his patrolmates.

⡠﹞AND DOWN BY THE BEACH ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. WHERE NO OTHERS CAN FIND﹝⠢

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 56 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ demiromantic bisexual ; widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Almost as if they were on time, a thunderclan patrol appears three in which seemed more focus on scenting their borders while another was digging up some yellow-orange flower which made the apprentice blink in confusion as he shuffle himself closer to @MIREPURR with a calm look in his gaze. "So... Thunderclan likes picking flowers...." he remarked, his words weren't met with ill-intended words, just curiousity. Through the scent of the thunderpath and thunderclan's already pine-needle scent the tom hardly caught a wift of the normal herb scent that marked a cat a healer.

Yet he swore he has seen the flower-picking tom before, which made his eyes squint slightly. Had it been that one time where he had made a blunt statement over someone's scar? He twitched his grey tipped ear before looking towards the lead warrior and those who also had joined the patrol this nice green-leaf day. "Uhh... I also hope, that greenleaf is treating you well" he said awkwardly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[APPLEJAW]

NOTE: mobile post!

Life has become dull again... Dull by ShadowClan standards, anyhow. That is to say, still full of dangers, but more often than not, ones too big for them to do much else than run. Bitterness burns like bile in her throat as grazes their side of the border with her scent; a tortoiseshell coat against a blade of grass, a pine tree's trunk. Terribly monotonous, is what it is. ThunderClan would be met with a stone stare of fire and ice, just so she could have someone to feel something towards. She tries to pick apart the apprentices on the patrol, distantly imagines a scenario where one of them will step across the border...

ThunderClan's Medicine Cat is with them, so politeness would likely be an own option. A short sigh laments this. No, nothing would be happening today. A pale ear flicks back toward Snowpaw. Has he never been do a gathering before? It'd to him well to recognize the faces of every clan's elites. " I imagine he picks about as many flowers as any other Medicine Cat, " she deadpans.​

 

[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. Their oak-dwelling neighbors were of little interest to Briarthorn, when their patrols happened to cross and come to a slow for idle, obligatory small-talk, it was rather agonizing at times. Especially when overzealous youth took it upon themselves to throw heedless taunts across the black rock river. Luckily, it seemed as though that would not be the case today, even if Briarthorn did have to come to a begrudging stop. "That big white tom ‘picking flowers’ is Gentlestorm, Thunderclan’s medicine cat." Briarthorn hums quietly in Snowpaws direction, coming to an idle stand next to Applejaw. "You should know that by now, though." Echoing her denmate, Briarthorns barbed tongue carried its typical sharp edge, blunt in her criticism. Hazel optics dance to the other side where the opposite patrol meanders, the other medicine cat did seem awfully… jolly. Compared to those such as Dawnglare or Wolfsong. "Are we done gawking?" Frankly, Briarthorn was feeling especially eager to finish up this patrol, stepping away from her spot the moment obsidian accidentally brushes brindle.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MIREPURR]

The thinning of trees and change in lightning is what alerts the patrol of their closeness to the border, as it always does. A line in the sand, so to speak; except this one is very much visible thanks to the Thunderpath separating the two of them. Such a landmark can be considered useful, keeping the two Clans more separate and at peace with one another due to the sheer danger the black strip presents.

From within the bundle of trees, ThunderClan emerges. Not a surprise — only the presence of Gentlestorm catches them a bit off-guard. If a leader or deputy breathes an air of authority, then the appearance of a medicine cat simply commands respect, forces peace. There would be no quarrel here today. They make sure to catch the eye of the opposing patrol, offering a polite dip of their head.

The next nod comes after Applejaw's statement, echoing the answer to Snowpaw's question. "Probably time for a restock." There's an itch that comes when Briarthorn states Snowpaw should know the name of such an important figure already; Mirepurr bites back the reassurance that he probably does, having seen the fluffy tom at Gatherings before, that he just simply forgot- they decide not to dwell too much on it instead.

"Briarthorn's right; let's keep moving along." They move to slide their flank along the next tree, spreading ShadowClan scent all over the line of pine.
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