border GIVE UP HALF OF FOREVER ☀️ TC dusk patrol

[ROEFLAME .]

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The group that Roeflame leads away from the distant, rushing sound of the gorge and towards the acrid rock river is a good one, the deputy thinks. Palefire and Fallowbite were not warriors she knew particularly well, the latter having only recently earned a pawful of Roeflame’s trust, but in light of what they had gone through perhaps it was time for the tabby warrior to extend a curious paw.

As the Thunderpath comes into view, the pace of Roeflame’s strides come to a slow, the patrol had just about reached their destination, open moorland stretching out in the tabby’s left peripheral. Cutting out the twoleg path and distant silhouette of the Great Oaks like a sore claw. “Make sure to spread out and cover as much ground as we can.” Roeflame had rarely been the type to be cautious, but given the last gathering, ThunderClan was running low in the allies department, “who knows? Maybe we’ll catch a rabbit running over.” The light muse is voiced notably lower, muzzle turning towards the ears of her apprentices more than anything.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  Patrol Tags — @FALLOWBITE @PALEFIRE
  apprentice tags — @Dwindlingpaw @Dovepaw
  no need to wait !
  
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ 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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[FROSTWIND]

꙳•❅* The presence of a ThunderClan patrol across the twoleg path is to be expected; the forest-dwellers seem to always show up when there’s a WindClan patrol passing by. If Frostwind were more paranoid, maybe he’d think it’s a purposeful thing. Maybe he’d think ThunderClan distrusts them, wants to keep a close eye on them. They know what it’s like to live under a tyrant now, so does that mean they condemn WindClan even more for letting one rule for so long? Or do they understand the moorland cats’ plight? Countless questions swirl around in his head, but the black and white tom brushes them away as best he can.

As they reach the border, dark ears tip toward his apprentice and a tight smile graces his muzzle. The apparent leader of the ThunderClan patrol turns to speak to a couple other cats who appear to be younger. "We’ll mark the border here, and then try to catch something," he says smoothly, wondering whether Deathpaw has the same reservations as he does about the patrol across the border. "But first, scent the area for a moment. Do you smell anything suspicious?"

YOU ARE FAR TOO NICE ❆ MERCY HAS A PRICE

• ooc: apprentice tag @deathpaw
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• FROSTWIND ❯❯ he/him, tunneler of windclan
  ❆ scruffy black and white tom with icy eyes. casual and friendly, but jumpy when threatened.
  ❆ son of scorchstreak and badgermoon ; brother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain
  ❆ mentor to deathpaw
  ❆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❆ penned by foxlore

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[deathpaw]

Deathpaw follows her mentor dutifully, pale eyes fluttering over the dying foliage of ThunderClan's territory. For a brief moment, she wonders if they indulge in the stars during the withering months. If they have no choice in the matter, with all of the leafage dying, then why not? WindClan is close to StarClan because of the open air, after all. She can't imagine having that comfort severed by greenery.

"Hmm?" her thoughts are interrupted by Frostwind. Deathpaw lets her gaze fall to the ThunderClan patrol finally, an itch growing behind her ear when she notices one jesting about a rabbit. She's sooner shred the hide off of lost prey than let it run free to paws that haven't earned it. Her ear flicks, "Suspicious? ThunderClan seems particularly..." she rolls through her rather limited lexicon for a moment, "greedy, I think. Or maybe... bold." She lets her observations hang in the air, continuing to hold to his side.
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[Dwindlingpaw]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ The moors were not something she'd consider beautiful; the trees with their twisted vines and the sound of crunching leaves under one's paw, that is beautiful. Nothing in Windclan could ever compare, so in a way she could see how that could make someone grouchy, rude, perhaps annoying.

Dwindlingpaw chuckled at Roeflame's playful suggestion; a rabbit running into their territory is not unheard of but not very common either. Her long tail curled and twisted with interest anyway, her eyes searching but only seeing the unfortunate faces of windclanners.

Their chatter wouldn't normally draw her attention, but Dwindlingpaw's long tugged ears twist to a rather ugly apprentice when she hears her clan's name come from their maw. "The word you're looking for is confident," Dwindlingpaw calls out. "Prey don't have borders, so I suggest you be vigilant."

ooc Information

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  Dwindlingpaw— She/Her ･ 9 moons ･ Thunderclan apprentice･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  ☀︎ A charismatic colorful array of cream orange and red fur shaped like an apprentice.
  ☀︎ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
  ☀︎ Tags​

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