border IN THE BREEZEWAY ] mentor + apprentice

[MOUSENOSE]

Mousenose creeps through the forest, Shroudedpaw by her side. The trees thin at this border, and a blast of peat-scented wind bathes her face and senses. She lifts her nose toward the scentline and inhales. "Smell that? That's WindClan. We're close to their territory." She twists, looking down upon Shroudedpaw with a gleam of amusement in her green eyes. "They haven't given us any trouble since Sunstar took over, but that doesn't mean we aren't careful here. They're still a rival Clan." She flicks the ginger tip of her tail against her apprentice's flank.

"Get a good look at them when they get closer. They're thinner than ThunderClan, but very fast. They chase rabbits over the moors for their prey." She lifts her tail in greeting to the WindClan patrol parting the heather with their whiskered noses. "Hello, WindClan! I'm Mousenose, and this is Shroudedpaw's first time at the border."

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @shroudedpaw but no need to wait :]
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• Mousekit . Mousepaw . Mousenose, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 20 moons old, ages realistically on the 25th.
  — mentored by Silverlightning ; mentoring Shroudedpaw ; previously mentored Sunshinespot
  — thunderclan warrior. sunfreckle x rabbitnose, gen 2.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh messy-furred tortoiseshell with high white and bright green eyes. demanding, exuberant, selfish, sensitive, oblivious, obnoxious.
  
  

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Traversing the territory without Pinkpaw at her side feels strange. It feels wrong, even. Her apprentice, her shadow for so many months, has found flight on sunlit wings, and is sure to flutter off to greater heights on her own… She feels proud, but more than that, she feels lonely. And lonely she is, as she treks the tunnels alongside no patrol—no apprentice, no mate, no friend at her side. It is only by chance that she happens to poke her head out of a tunnel’s entrance to spot a patrol lingering nearby, with a couple ThunderClan cats across the border. The larger one seems familiar, but Scorchstreak cannot quite place her name. The smaller one, likely an apprentice, is a lost cause entirely in terms of familiarity.

The ThunderClan she-cat speaks up, introducing both herself and her apprentice. Mousenose… she even looks a bit like Mouseflight. The connection is pointless, but an interesting one nonetheless. Her younger counterpart is dubbed Shroudedpaw, a name that certainly the child must have given himself because it seems so absurd. What happened to naming kits simple things—after clanmates, after virtues? Scorchstreak shakes off the strangeness of the name and approaches the border, dipping her head to the duo. It is the younger one’s first time visiting the WindClan border, so there is a point in making conversation today. Addressing the smaller feline, she speaks at last. "I am WindClan’s deputy. Scorchstreak. I trust you are… learning quite a bit from Mousenose, here?"

☽♰☾ IT WAS WAR, IT WASN’T FAIR

• ooc: —
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  SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to none ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[Mossthorn]

Two patrols collide, Mossthorn having emerged from a tunnel along with her patrol mere moments before Scorchstreak emerged from a different one. She sends a smile in the deputies direction, a dip of her head in a respectful greeting and then she turns to acknowledge the patrol from across the way. Mousenose is not a cat she can say she recognizes, neither is the young cat at her side, but the tunneler warrior wears a friendly smile upon her features regardless. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mousenose, Shroudedpaw!" she chirps back, her skinny black tail swaying in its place aloft in the air. "My name's Mossthorn, this is my apprentice Grasspaw" she says, waving with a paw in the direction of her young charge who she had brought along with her. If she's honest, it had been many moons since last she had an apprentice, and it was a strange feeling to have someone to bring along with her everywhere she went again. Not that she minded, of course. She would never dream to complain about being a mentor!

She turns to her apprentice now and she nods in the direction of the clan across from them "Do you remember this border from our tour the other day?" she asks but she would understand if he didn't really, their tour had been a lot and she had given him so much information to digest. She truly wouldn't be surprised if he had not been able to remember every little thing she had told him.

She turns back to the clan cats across the way, not daring to forget her manners and says "I hope the prey is running good over in ThunderClan, please give Howlingstar my regards" they had known each other once, after all, in a past life.

( .ೃ࿐ ) watch what happens next

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• MOSSTHORN WINDCLAN WARRIOR ; SHE / HER; SISTER TO TBD ; MATE TO COLDBITE
  

  A feisty she cat with a heart of gold. Her appearance is befitting her tunneler status, as she stands shorter than most, and her sleek black fur excels at repelling the dirt that she shifts through. Her eyes are such a light blue color that they appear gray and upon her pelt she wears many scars, testaments to the battles she has fought in her lifetime.

  ✦ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, no killing, maiming, or injuring without permission
  ✦ Skilled & experienced in combat. Fights dirty.
  

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[dimmingsun]

@CELANDINEPAW

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There is no element of surprise when it comes to moor-runners. Anyone from a distance away can pinpoint their location on the horizon, and without any sort of cover found on WindClan land — something they tend to prefer, most of the time —, chances of hiding are next to none. Tunnelers are the only ones capable of dipping below the earth before being seen by an enemy; Dimmingsun does not envy them, but sometimes he wishes his body would shrink a little so he could push himself past the entrance of a tunnel.

By the time he leads Celandinepaw towards the border by the forest, Scorchstreak and Mossthorn already emerge from underneath the soil. It's only by chance he manages to catch Mossthorn echoing these ThunderClanners' names — Mousenose and Shroudedpaw, huh?

"Greetings," Dimmingsun joins in on the fray, all teeth. It appears nobody had said anything to summon tension so far. He should play polite too, so as to not stick out... though he fails to introduce himself or his own apprentice. "Those woodland creatures of yours sure got lucky. If I could escape the heat by burrowing under a tree root, I'd spend all day there."
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