in the morning light; thunderclan patrol

[Hollow Tree]

Dawn. Her least favorite time of the day to go on patrols. She was always really tired and the cold morning air was bitter in her lungs. Hollow Tree would rather be curled up in her nest. But, border patrols were important. It was something she took seriously. Even more so after Morningpaw. She never wanted to hear or see another apprentice meet such a fate.

“This is Skyclan.” she looks to her apprentice, “They are great climbers. Many of them are kitty-pets or used to be.” Hollow Tree holds no ill opinion on kitty-pets. Unlike many it seems. She had no problem with a two-leg pet seeking adventure in the forest. Though, she personally thought they should pick one place to live. That was none of her business though. It was Skyclan’s. Her yellow eyes look up into the trees before getting back to the rest of the patrol. ​

[ you fall through the trees . tags ]​

// @Tybalt [Stagstrike] @Rabbitnose
apprentice tag; @hollypaw
feel free to post before the other thunderclanners <3

 

[Sharpeye]

☁ "Good day, ThunderClan. Is all well on your side of the border?" Sharpeye queried as he began his descent from the trees so he could properly greet the neighbouring clan. He imagined that things were still frayed in terms of relations, but he held hope that things could be mended with time. Besides, with WindClan growing increasingly bolder it was perhaps best to avoid making any further enemies. "Bananapaw, Wildpaw, come say hello to our neighbours." He turned to look back over his shoulder in the hopes of beckoning his apprentices over.

//Apprentice tags @Bananapaw @-Wildpaw-
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[ThistleBack]

While Thistleback wasn’t well versed in the knowledge of Thunderclan blood lineage, one could spot the semblance of the Thunderclan molly to a few particular paws on either side of the border. This branch must belong somewhere along the Howling Wind tree. If it wasn’t for Blazestar’s hardest lesson, perhaps this trivial knowledge would’ve went beyond him. Instead, grey eyes shift over the border-walking feline pensively. His paws carry him gracefully through the nettle canopy as he follows behind the trio with his own apprentices in tow.

Knuckles smacking the ground with brutality and grace alike, his throat no longer bandaged but the skin is fragile and pink under his nicked worn collar. Steel eyes only moving away to idly watch sharpeye instruct his pupils further. The sandy furred warrior was a good mediator, in any situation it seemed. A man who sought balance would perhaps not ripple the water- yet, nor would he sink into the abyss.

Thistleback flicked his tail, turning his chin down to peer at Quillpaw and Snowpaw. " Time for a spoken test. " His voice is low and he merely stands to ensure the peace and protection. Especially with Snowpaw on this patrol, Thistleback knew the importance of his healing as well as the need to do his duties. " what is, the importance of diplomacy, and what is Thunderclan’s greatest strength? " he challenges his apprentices with narrowed eyes.

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OOC INFO REF

• — @Quillpaw @Snowpaw (apprentice tag! )
  
  
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  thirty-three moons
  — Lead warrior of Skyclan
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  Deersong 9.29.22
  — mentoring quillpaw
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
  — voice & accent
  — biography･ﾟ✧​
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[Fireflyglow]

Despite all his wants and needs to stay away from the ThunderClan border, finding sticks has become his ultimate chore for the day. Clasped in his jaws is three slender sticks as he trudges through mud, thankful that his paws fur is as dark as they are. Sharpeye and Thistleback talk to their apprentices, educating them on diplomacy- Fireflypaw doesn't understand why that was necessary to do in front of said ThunderClan cats.

Instead of talking to his friends, however, Fireflypaw makes his way to the border and waves a paw to the other side. Eyes shut against the sun above, he only recongnizes Hollow Tree's scent. "Auntie," He greets her with a bright, stick-filled grin. "Has the snow began to defrost in your territory? This mud is atrocious." His head moves subtly, looking at the others present. "Mother's blessings to you all," He hums softly.​

 

[QUILLSTRIKE]

CUZ I DONT REALLY LIKE ANYBODY​

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It wasn't often that Quill was given verbal lessons like this, probably in part because Thistleback had known the physical aspect of things would be more tortorous for him , but also because his mentor was probably smart enough to knock that Quillpaw would have just zoned out and ignored half of what was being said. In a way, it had taken the weeks of physical labor and consistancy for the chimera to get to a point where he was actually willing to hear what was being said instead of just letting it in one ear and out the other.

As the 'test' was offered up though, Quill found himself considering the words. To be honest the apprentice didn't know much about the other clans. While he'd spent a lot of time when it came to the physical aspects of his training, Quill had only interacted with the other clans on the occasions that their border patrols crossed paths, even going so far as to opt out of the gatherings held every month. He just wasn't interested in the other groups, and until recently he'd had no reason to be. Sure, there's always been tensions and small one off incidents here and there, but those were expected and infrequent.

What wasn't expected was a full out fucking war that had breached the camp walls.

As much as Quillpaw wished that the clans could just mind their damn business and keep to themselves, it was impossible to ignore the reality of the situation. And as such, the tall chimera tom was more open-minded when it came to this particular study, because maybe he should be fucking paying attention to the cats beyond their borders.

"Good diplomacy is the reason Riverclan fought alongside us instead of Windclan." he replied.

Not being shitty neighbors to Riverclan and a common enemy had ultimately saved Skyclan from worse damage than what they'd gotten out with, and Quill could see the importance of that even if he couldn't pretend to understand much more about the word- if there even was more to know. And as for Thunderclan...

"I'm not sure about Thunderclans greatest strength." he admitted, gaze shifted to observe the other cats with an unreadable expression, voice low.

He still bore the wounds from the border fight, the puncture on his chest and the long scratches down his sides, a nasty, partially healed gash that ran down the right side of his cheek and ended beneath his jaw. Stiff and sore from injuries and the cold, but steady enough on his feet to get shit done. Somehow, that seemed preferable to spending his days healing in Dawnglares den.
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skyclan - male - 10 months - bisexual - homoromantic - single - very tall tabby tomcat with broad shoulders

 

[Snowpath]

He doesn't want to be on this border patrol. Every part of his body indicates his apprehension from his downcast stare to his flattened ears and the way he hunches his shoulders as he walks along after Thistleback and Quillpaw, the unwanted extra addition to their mentor and apprentice relationship.
Sharpeye also has two apprentice, moving ahead of them to greet the ThunderClanners and Snowpaw's steps slow to an almost halt.
Fireflypaw regards them in a friendly manner, his family across the border, and the blue tabby tom's stomach tightens into a knot. He feels annoyed when he shouldn't, he feels angry when there was no source for his ire, he wants to go back to the camp and clean dens for the rest of his life but Thistleback wouldn't let him rot away peacefully; even if he still wished he could.

"...neutrality is safe." The spotted tom comments, voice low but just audible enough. "We shouldn't make enemies unecessarily." Perhaps not as succinctly put as Quillpaw's version but there was a hesitance in his own words as he attempted to answer in his own way. WindClan was a prime example of making enemies, they were just on the brink of being chased out of the forest if they kept causing the other clans issues. It's a wonder Sootstar hadn't been overthrown yet, but he supposed fear was good motivator. His fellow apprentice had not answered the other question but its one he's familiar with enough and he thinks faintly of Roepaw and hopes she's well wherever she is. He hadn't seen her in some time now.

"...ThunderClan are skilled hunters. It doesn't sound...dangerous, but cats can be prey themselves in a way I guess." They died as easily sometimes. Snowpaw closed his eyes tight for a moment, shut them with such intensity he saw stars to block out the visions of red snow fluttering up in his thoughts again. He didn't want to make a fool of himself here...so he turned his head away in silence once he'd forced the panic down.

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[Honeysplash]

❝ INSTEAD OF WORRY ABOUT WHAT YOU CANNOT CONTROL ✧°.☀ ————————————
New allies? There was wonder in some brightly colored green eyes and she gave a small flick of her tail in uncertainty, "Thunderclan? What're they like?" asked the cream tabby she-cat with a twitch of her head. Bananapaw looked down at the ground as pine needle fell to oaks and maples, and she glanced to Wildpaw beside her for a moment then back up to Sharpeye. Were they nice? Did they also like climbing trees? Were they houe cats too? So many questions buzzed behind her eyes but she merely vibrated with excitement rather than speaking out about it.

She broke from her mentors' side to run up beside Quillpaw and nudged him happily with a bright grin, "Think Thunderclan can put up with you and your grumpiness?" She teased the multiple patched tomcat and then giggled. Bananapaw looked out into the forest before them and then to Hollow Tree as her patrol came into view. Oh they were interesting looking!

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[penned by wolf - ☀]

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