border dont go down to the basement // thunderclan patrol

[✧ Sleekserpent.]

ALL GROWN UP NOW BUT IM CONFUSED
WE DIDN'T TURN OUT THE WAY WE WANTED TO​

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sleekserpent & 18 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they & thunderclan warrior ​

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" Ack- " With pollen thick in the air, the pinkish cream tom can only frown as he mutters to himself, eyes squinting against the sting. She hadnt expected such bad whether - nose sniffling as she tries to hold back a sneeze. Stars, how did windclan stand it?

At first, Sleekserpent is happy to be named patrol lead, a strut in his step as he presses on towards the border. Of course, she'd rather have Badgerstripe here too - but Skyclaw had seemed to feel it better to separate them. Still, Sleekserpent has always been a dutiful warrior - sending only a glare towards their patrol mates, a silent warning too keep their heads down. It isnt until their met with the cloud of pollen that stings at his eyes qnd makes his lungs burn that he wishes he'd been tasked with something else.

" We mark the border and then leave - there is far too much pollen in the air, "

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B O Y S ━ D O N ' T ━ C R Y ━ A N D ━ I ━ W O N ' T ━ T O O

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// prompt: WindClan's moorlands seem to be finally growing back, for better or for worse. The pollen has come back full force and the breeze carries it straight into ThunderClan territory, creating a thick haze of yellow long before the border can be found. Does the patrol proceed despite it?
@THUNDERGLEAM
@CAMPIONSONG
@BASILPAW!
@snailberry
@STAGSNARL.

 

[STOATSPOT]

Today was nice, or at least it was before she squeezed in to the tunnels. There was a nice breeze out and it wasn't too sweltering for a Greenleaf day... Few and far between, or perhaps shes just being dramatic with having a long coat... Eugh... She takes a quick detour towards the fresher scent of air.

Finally, she emerges from the tunnel for a quick stretch only to see... Thunderclan getting swarmed with an evil, evil pollen cloud, the yellow encroaching upon their territory. The lead of the patrol seems to be struggling against it and... Well, Stoatspot feels a little bad but she cannot help herself from a giggle, lifting a paw to stifle it. "Y'all okay over yonder? Looks like an awful time." she doesn't do much to hide the amused smile that has cracked her lips upwards. Stars, good thing it wasn't on their side! She wasn't one to get all sneezy, but she feels bad for any of the Thunderclan patrol that does get like that.

AND WHEN I WAKE GOT ANOTHER DAY ‧₊˚🍎 WOAH, LEARN FROM MISTAKES

• ❥ stoatspot ʚ♡ɞ palomino
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 24 months
  ❥ windclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring n/a
  ❥ fluffy black / fawn tortie chimera with heterochromia ʚ♡ɞ short, but pure muscle
  ❥ "speech, bfdb81" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ single ʚ♡ɞ pansexual
  ❥ smells like straw, fresh rainfall & soil ʚ♡ɞ home on the range
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[dimmingsun]

This might not be RiverClan — if the rushing waters and the much bulkier bodies are anything to go by —, but the previous patrol over at their side decisively makes Dimmingsun react differently to Sleekserpent's struggle with the so-called annoyance of pollen. Of course, Dimmingsun had been a tad bit more sensitive than usual then... the reminder of past mistakes never soothes any nerves. Still, Otterbite's mean retort towards something as simple as saying bless you after a series of sneezes has set a precedent.

At least he is in higher spirits today. In addition to the patrol he's joined on a whim, Stoatspot decides to pay the ThunderClanners with a visit; that splotched head turns up at just the perfect time for a greeting. Dimmingsun allows his gaze to sweep over the emerging patrol without trying to hide his interest.

"So ThunderClan has not left the forest," the comment comes not unkindly. "I was surprised by the lack of you at the Gathering." Perhaps it is a sore spot... but if it is, then they cannot possibly think that those in attendance would not want to know the reason.
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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The border is quiet, thankfully, without any sign of twolegs rushing about. Scorchstreak approaches it soon after Stoatspot, offering the other tunneler a slight smile as she strides along. Dimmingsun also moves forth to greet the other clan, who seems to be struggling against the breeze that blows pollen into their faces. Truthfully, Scorchstreak has grown used to the onslaught of it, managing not to sneeze anytime a puff of it is blown into her face, but it makes sense that the neighboring patrol would not be so used to it.

"ThunderClan," she greets the other patrol, but she does not offer them a dip of her scarred head. The cat who heads the patrol is not one she has ever seen in such a position before—they are a cat who she does not recognize at all. They are undeserving of the deputy’s usual sign of respect. And as such, they are unworthy of the light conversation that Scorchstreak’s clanmates offer to them. They seem discouraged by the pollen that drifts about the border between the clans. The calico is only glad that the moorland plant life has finally begun to recover; she could not care any less for the neighboring clan’s discomfort, not when it is due to WindClan’s good fortune. Their moorland’s recovery is the only triumph that they have to speak of, after all.

every love that i touch ☽♰☾ falls to ruin

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• SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stoic and stern, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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