HOLD ON OR WE'LL ALL FALL DOWN ☽; THUNDERCLAN PATROL

[WOLFWIND]

She wonders – for all the fuss Sootstar had made at the gathering – if WindClan had felt the sickness the same way ThunderClan did. Wolfwind sometimes finds their positioning unfavorable – neighboring all the clans, and thusly, including SkyClan as well as the den of foxes across the river. It made other's business they're own a bit too quickly, she huffs as they draw closer to the WindClan border. She supposes the other clans were lucky that Howlingstar was, most likely, the most sane of the five leaders. Were WindClan positioned where they currently were, the moorland queen would likely be free to run amuck, sending battle parties into any other territory – hell, send battle parties into every other territory.

" It's been a bit too long since WindClan has done something terrible, don't ya think? " she comments to her fellow patrol members. " Not like I want them to do somethin' but like... ya think Sootstar runs on some kinda timer? " She won't let WindClan have the chance to stop and think, " oh, is ThunderClan sick? We should invade! " She can just piss them off instead.

...Or, she should be a responsible Lead Warrior or whatever. Is Moonwhisper or Mousenose wanna say anything though, uh, wasn't her. At the sight of an approaching WindClan patrol, Wolfwind would only dip her head, though the remnants of an amusing thought at there with a too - wide smile on her face. " WindClan, " she says, all cordial - like. Look at her!

OOC ✨ 9.5.2023 BET MY MONEY ON A STUPID HORSE, I LOST THAT

• OOC: I should've posted this awhile ago OOPS we ball <3 with patrol members @MOUSENOSE & @Moonwhisper :3

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• [ SO I RAN OUT TO THE TRACK TO GET MY CASH BACK ] WOLFWIND THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR! LITTERMATE 2 LAKEMOON; KIN TO MANY.
  —— SHE / HER, CONFUSED BY BUT NOT OPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 22 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 1ST.
  
  FRIEND TO MANY! UPBEAT AND UPFRONT. MOVES THROUGH LIFE WITH AN UPBEAT EXTERIOR AND BRIGHT EYES. MAKE NO MISTAKE! TAKES HER JOB VERY SERIOUSLY. THERE'S IMPORTANCE IN SAFETY, RECKLESSNESS ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR. ONCE A FOOL, BUT NO LONGER

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[SCORCHSTREAK]

The ThunderClan border is blissfully quiet, she thinks, squinting against the sunlight that bears down upon her. Trailing along with a patrol, the tunneler finds herself regretting her uncharacteristic decision to venture out with an aboveground patrol. For once her curiosity had gotten the better of her, wanting to see the moorland border with ThunderClan for herself. The sickness could have just as easily come from them as it had from SkyClan, and the lead warrior does not trust the clans of the forest to keep to their side of the border, to keep from spreading illness further between them all.

As she spots a group of cats across the border, Scorchstreak fights to keep a scowl off her face. Stalking forth, she flicks an ear at the other clan’s patrol. She recognizes Wolfwind, who greets the WindClanners with an overbearing grin, but the two cats alongside the lead warrior may as well be faceless, for all Scorchstreak cares about them. "ThunderClan," she greets, voice low and even. "Have any of your warriors fallen victim to SkyClan’s sickness?" Her voice is as dull as her dirt-crusted coat, but curiosity is alight in her eyes as she looks over the other cats. Are they experiencing the same wave of illness as WindClan is? Or are they still all healthy, possibly planning to strike while WindClan is weakened?​

[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Scorchstreak has joined the patrol today. Goodie.

This is Sedgepounce's first border patrol. His mentor was never fond of them—reluctant to come within shouting distance of other clan cats, preferring to teach him all the border courtesies in the odd hours of the day when no one else would be around. But Sedge is free of his mentor's semi-watchful eye, so he takes to this assignment with enthusiasm.

It's only a minor damper on the whole mood that Scorchstreak is there. She's cool and all. Honestly. She's just...also a huge stick in the mud. And she kind of scares the crap out of him. Little things.

Across the border, the patrol of ThunderClanners is small. They're creatures of the forest, pelts smelling of soil and pine and too-rich, too-warm things that make his nose itch. They look more or less like any other cat that Sedgepounce has ever seen. The one in front reminds him of that one ThunderClanner he found weeks ago, if only because their pelts both have gray in them. Stormy...something.

For once, Sedge stays quiet. He listened with interest and intent, waiting for a response. Is the sickness just as bad for them as it is for WindClan?

Do they have a way to help?​

 

[VENOMSTRIKE]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Venomstrike flicks his ear as he explains the territory to his new apprentice, Redpaw, and offers a soft smile. He feels odd to have someone under his wing, he has to remind himself that this isn't the kitten that would toddle after him and see him just as a caretaker but a teacher, a mentor that would build them into a formidable warrior that Windclan would be proud of regardless of his origin. He's found himself on patrol with Sedgepounce and Scorchstreak, the tabby tom flicks his short tail to motion Redpaw to follow him but speaks up in a softer tone "Do you smell that? It's Thunderclan." The large tom is talking about the heavy scent of the forest that clung to the Thunderclanners, it was one that he had gotten accustomed to.

He walks forward with Redpaw in tow, he nods to both of his clanmates before focusing his gaze onto Thunderclan. Scorchstreak had already greeted them and mentioned Skyclan as well as the plague that they had seemingly brought upon them, he feels wrong for thinking it but... It could've been potentially avoided yet here they are, suffering and Windclan warriors falling ill due to this yellowcough. Unlike Sootstar, everyone else within the clan weren't blessed with nine lives.

/ apprentice tag @redkit ​

[ HELL AND HIGH WATER, TO LAY HERE TOGETHER ]​

 

[Bluepool]

It was clear by Bluepools mood that she is elated to have Scorchstreak join them on their patrol today. The tabby she cat follows the tortoiseshell around like a lost puppy. It was clear that Bluepool was trying to impress her from the moment that they stepped out of camp. And why shouldn't she? She and Scorchstreak were colleagues due to the ranks they held within the clan, yes, but Bluepool was a moor runner, and Scorchstreak a tunneler. They were completely different worlds and Bluepool had every intention on proving why her world was better.

When they get to a hill she rushes to the top, tilting her head upwards and closing her eyes, letting the wind embrace her, let it run its cool fingers through her pelt. "Don't you feel so free?" she had asked, turning back to the rest of the patrol "Leaf-fall is definitely here! You can feel it" it was the way the air no longer felt hot and stagnant and she could see it in the leaves starting to turn orange and yellow in the tree-line.

When they get to the border she can almost curse. A patrol. The last thing she wanted was to run into yet another ThunderClan patrol. ThunderClanners were SO annoying! They were always sticking their noses where they didn't belong and they never shut up. She comes to stand next to Scorchstreak, blue fur brushing against orange for a split second, but she says nothing and instead opts to wait for them to answer her fellow leads question. Who knew if they would be honest though. She personally would not be divulging how low their numbers had plummeted to another clan so readily.

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[breezerunner]

Breezerunner trails behind the rest of the patrol like he always does. He's quiet and brooding, but he always listens and pays attention to what the others' have to say. If not gossip or chatter, then he's paying attention to the teachings of apprentices from their mentors. Though it's been several moons since he was last an apprentice himself, there is always something to learn. And even though he often finds himself on patrols with other moor runners (tunnelers stick to their domain, as do his own siblings), he tries to catch news of what the other sector of their warriors are up to.

"Yes," the blue and white tomcat replies to Bluepool's enthusiasm quietly, not returning the same excitedness but nonetheless not intending to put a damper on her bright mood "It's nice." It isn't even until they near the border and Venomstrike says something to his apprentice that Breezerunner even scents the forest cats at the border. He frowns. Though he hadn't been at the gathering with the others he had heard rumor that ThunderClan has spoken up for SkyClan and their plagued kittypet population.

Breezerunner stands back, but his eyes narrow for a brief moment as he takes each ThunderClan cat into account. He doesn't recognize them; not that he wants to, either. What is it that they want?
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[REDHEART]

Always the eager beaver, Redpaw stuck to the hip of his caretaker turned mentor, Venomstrike. Galloping over the moors and finding bliss in the way it rushed through his pelt. Despite the remaining baby fluff, he had grown slightly in height. This fact alone made the small tom feel on top of the world, and exploring the territory with his clanmates had him bouncing with every step

A smile eagerly graced his soft features, and his ears perked high upon his head. Longing to get started on some action but respectful enough to listen as his mentor spoke. Then, it seemed the newly made apprentice's hopes were answered.

Just as Venomstrike froze and spoke, he paused alongside him simultaneously. Giving the other an affirmative nod, he took a deep sniff of the air around them. Their nose immediately crinkled. The foreign scent aggressively invaded his nose and was thickly layered with leaf litter and bark.

Said stench was a stark difference from Windclan's gentle wind-whisped aroma that Redpaw had grown accustomed to. His mouth fell open slightly at the intrusive smell, and as instructed, he compartmentalized it as 'Thunderclan.'

Padding after the hulking form of the warrior, he curiously eyed the strangers. Watching each cat and mentally noting how his own clan reacted to them. Vibrant sensations of hostility, distaste, and annoyance colored the majority of each patrols looks.

Yet, to Redpaw, his own mentor seemed neutral on the matter, so he decided to stay silent as well, unwilling to take his green gaze off the Thunderclan patrol or budge from his position on the opposite side of the scent markers.​