ITS ALL SHAM-PAIN [ ☼ ] THUNDER DAWN PATROL

[BURNSTORM]

He did not realize how much he would miss having an apprentice. Two now, he has trained though both had only been for a short time and he had not been the one who had started their training but he had been the one to finish it and for that he was proud. He misses having someone padding after him though, misses the questions, the training that kept him sharp as well as he watched them try to come up with more and more ways to outwit him in a fight. Now, he walks along with just his patrol-mates, casting a glance at the two warriors as they follow him through ThunderClan's forest. The way there is uneventful, quiet save for the occasional chatter from his patrol mates and the bird song overhead that follows them, taunting them because they cannot get them when they flit about on air and wings.

"If we see WindClan today..." he starts as the border draws closer "Lets not to try to start any trouble" he finishes with a huff. Of course they would see WindClan though, it was strange to not run into a patrol unless they just missed them since their clans sent out patrols at relatively the same time. He does not mind this border though. WindClan did not pretend like they had any interest in conversing with them and he did not have to pretend in return. Usually, everyone nodded and went on their separate ways, fine with skipping the small talk that usually Burnstorm loathed.

// @Lightflower @COBWEBTAIL

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[Lightflower]

❝ it's gonna hurt for a bit of time ❞​

Lightflower followed quietly. She wasn't on many dawn patrols, and this was proven by the sleep still clouding her mind. She nodded along absently to Burnstorm's warning. Sure, don't start trouble. She could do that. She was pretty good at that, even. A large yawn split her maw, to which she quickly tried to hide it. She didn't want to seem lazy.
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[BLUEFROST]

"This is our border with ThunderClan." Bluefrost's ears twitch; the delicate fur lacing her cheeks is buffeted by the early dawn breeze. The sky above is still pearl-colored, not yet burnt into blueness by the rising sun; the winds are cool still. She flicks the tip of her tail against her apprentice's calico-splotched flank as a procession makes its way along the forestline, led by a burly black tom with a thick coat. "That is Burnstorm, one of Howlingstar's lead warriors. I'm not sure what the other cats' names are." Her whiskers twitch contemplatively. "ThunderClan is no threat to us. They are led by a cat who stirs no trouble with other Clans."

To the cats passing by, she dips her head in a cool, polite gesture, but says nothing. Green eyes like her mother's cling to each warrior's pelt; she inhales, the air tangy with forest-musk and leafmold. "Mark our border well, Brackenpaw."

She rubs her tufted face against a shrub, as if to demonstrate.

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

• ooc: @Brackenpaw
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ The border where moorland turns to forest is one that Gravelsnap does not particularly care for. Neither do they loathe it, of course—they merely pay it little attention unless other cats are present. And on this… decent morning, the shapes of multiple ThunderClanners push through the brush and make their appearance, so the warrior feels obligated to approach the border to mark it in opposition. Bluefrost has reached it before Gravelsnap and Sheeppaw, and beside the she-cat stands her own apprentice—they offer the tunneler pair a dip of their head in greeting.

"ThunderClan’s border." They look to their apprentice, dark-furred tail twitching in the direction of the border. Bluefrost has explained a good deal to her own apprentice, making their job as a mentor much easier. "What do you smell here, Sheeppaw?" The lingering scent of mouse? Fresh grass and fallen leaves? …Wolves?

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

• ooc: @sheeppaw
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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[SHEEPPAW]

He scurries after his mentor with a bounce in his step. The messy-furred apprentice gazes up at the sky– not fully into its blueness. As a light breeze grazed against his long fur, he let a sleepy smile take over his face. He was delighted at being on his first ever dawn patrol even though he was a little bit tired. Buuut, at least he had a friend joining him and Gravelsnap. He lifts his tail in greeting towards Brakenpaw and her mentor.

Large, ears perk forward as he spots a burly black tom. He twitches an ear towards Bluefrost's explanation on who the unfamiliar cat is, before turning his attention back to his mentor. Sheeppaw tilts his head to the side, to shuffle forward a bit and leaning his dark leather nose towards the ground. His nose catches a faint trail of mouse, but also the earthy scent of fresh grass. "I smell… a faint mouse scent? Annnnd grass!" He raises his head from the ground he was sniffing at, looking up at his mentor.

FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLUMBER PARTIES

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Brackenpaw]

There is a losing battle to stifle a yawn being waged by Brackenpaw, their body decides to compromise by having a heavy sigh. They hated being awake so early but they were getting used to it after spending a moon transitioning from their schedule as a kit to their schedule now. Despite the sleep there was an excited glint to their usual unimpressed demeanour. Part of them hoped that as they approached the patrol they would notice the familiar orange pelt of Orangepaw. To their quiet disappointment it seems like her unlikely friend from the gathering wasn't in attendance.

Sheeppaw was here though, and there was excitement to see him, she had grown to call him a friend as of late. It was nice to see someone other than warriors here at least, with the faintest smile they raise their tail in greeting back to the moor runner apprentice. “That's a good thing right?” They ask her in a hushed whisper, trying to not have their question be overheard. They presumed the fact that ThunderClan's leader doesn't try to stir issues with other clans would be seen as a good thing. She makes no effort to remember Burnstorms name. If they didn't care about their own clans lead warriors then why stress over anothers?

They gaze at their mentor before reluctantly mirroring her movements, giving them a head dip in greeting before her attention is drawn back to Bluefrost. They follow her instructions easily enough, rubbing sleek tufts of fur on her cheek against the nearest foliage on WindClan's side of the border.

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 7 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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