LEAVE ME TO BREATHE — thunderclan patrol

[FINCHCATCHER]

Darkness begins to creep over the sky as the flame-furred ThunderClanner leads his patrol along the border.

The last patrol he'd led here had been an odd one - one that had turned to a game of insult-throwing with the moor-dwellers. He isn't certain the group he's been assigned will do too much better, but Finchcatcher will hold onto what little hope he has for them. Perhaps it had been the morning air that had thrown the last group off. Maybe a dusk patrol to the moor border would be better off.

At least it's warmer than the last time. Finchcatcher's limbs won't ache as much at the end of this, now that he doesn't need to trudge through colder weather. For that, he can be grateful.

"Right," the warrior says, scarred face turning to look at the rest of his patrol as they near their destination. "Let's make this quick. Go ahead and split up, if you want. But, don't stray too far, and do as Flycatcher told us. Be civil." He turns to go off in his own direction, tail flicking behind him.

"We don't need any more trouble." Certainly not with everything else going on, as of late.

// @WOLFWIND and @Badgerstrike ! Feel free to tag any apprentices you may have!​

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[MALLOWLARK]

The wind was fond of capturing scents and voices, bringing them to him as siren-calls on the wind... smelled like the forests, like reddened leaves, like Fourtrees almost. A familiar smell, but without that undertone of pine... there was no saviour among these ranks. Still, curiosity was ever a red threat wringing his neck- the black-footed warrior was quick on his feet, bounding over the knolls of the moors, frames stark against pale heather. A giggle bubbled in his throat- ThunderClanners. He knew that scent- from that first gathering, wasn't it? And now Fly, he was deputy there. He'd check in soon, when he'd more reason to... when time with Dawnglare was not so desperately needed...

"Fly-catch-errr," he hummed, dissonant song on the wind. His voice dipped into a giggle, his eyes still perfectly wide. The light of his grin and laugher did not reach them- they were cadaver-grey, lightless, ripping through flesh to the soul in their intensity. "I know him- how's he doing?" Better to ask after an individual than the wellbeing of the whole Clan... they would probably answer vaguely if he did the latter. Clans were always faring well, even when they looked a mess and miserable.​

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[GRAVELSNAP]

ThunderClan can burn, for all that Gravelpaw cares about the forest-dwelling cats. They aren’t WindClan, and therefore they mean nothing to the monochrome apprentice. The last gathering had been somewhat interesting, hearing that ThunderClan’s last leader had died—but Gravelpaw hadn’t known her name, never cared to learn it. They know of Howlingstar only because she had announced her succession to the throne of ThunderClan at the gathering.

They happen upon the patrol at the border just after Mallowlark does, trailing behind the warrior with notably less enthusiasm. Their mouth turns downward into a frown, displeased expression settling on the strange warriors. The black-footed warrior asks after one of ThunderClan’s own—their deputy now, not that Gravelpaw cares. They say nothing, jaw clenched firmly shut. They have no interest in conversation, merely here to observe, to ensure that their border will remain protected in the other clan’s presence.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[Bluepool]

Some of her clanmates, especially the ones who had once occupied the pines themselves, detested ThunderClan for what thought, the silver molly could not wrap her head around. All she feels towards the cats that dwell in the oaks is a vague curiosity. How different were their lives? Did they ever feel confined in the forest like she had? The second she had stepped foot on the moorlands she had known this was where she was meant to be and she knew Sootstar at had felt the same. It’s why she had so willingly followed the smoke onto these hills. That and loyalty to her family ran thicker than blood in her veins. If her sister told her to jump she would.

"Fancy seein you all here! Do you miss us? Prey come running back yet? I wouldn’t blame em for staying away" Her yellow eyes skim over the patrol while she talks, searching for a familiar face. One of them is vaguely but they had only been colony-mates, not friends. Disappointment tugging at her features, she waves her stump of a tail in greeting to the rest of the cats present, making sure to give the freak, Mallowlark, a wide berth. She didn’t want to get too close, lest whatever he had was catching.

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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — Possessing a similar opinion to Gravelpaw, Snakepaw doesn't give much care to the other clans. ShadowClan is an ally of WindClan's supposedly, but they stunk of marsh water and were skinny and ugly-looking ( at least the last time he saw them ). The other clans were not as great as WindClan and that was a known fact!

So, when the group happens to run into a ThunderClan patrol, Snakepaw offers them a dull glare... not for anything in particular, other than their presence alone bothered him. He comments lowly, "They smell." It was bad, at least in Snakepaw's opinion, but not foul. It was simply different than he was used to. "... Not as much as RiverClan, though." At this point, Snakepaw cannot decide what's worse — the pungent stench of dead fish or the smell of a kittypet, who often had the smell of twolegs and kibble clinging to their pelts. ​

 

[TIGERFROST]

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He's not one for talk with ThunderClan, no. He's only here to do his business, to check the borders and remark weak scent lines. The others in his patrol are less enthused to keep their mouths shut. From Mallowlark, silence was hardly ever expected. He was one of laughs and grins and expressions far too wide for his feline face. Odd, in every way. Tigerfrost tends to steer clear of that one. Gravelpaw is quiet and stony, and Bluepool chatters with idle curiosity. Snakepaw's comments are one Tigerfrost could agree with, but every clan that wasn't WindClan was going to stink, he thinks. RiverClan certainly had the foulest odor of them all.

Still, he says nothing, continues to re-mark the border. Occasionally, his vision strays back to the ThunderClan patrol, just in case they decided to try anything foolish.​

 

[Badgerstrike]

Badgerstrike loved border patrols. It was a time to renew borders, and to size up suitable opponents....Prey on the battlefield. Windclan was strong, and she couldn't be happier. Prowling from the underbrush, the scarred molly made her appearance with a a crooked grin. She looked at each Windclanner present, each one looked like a worthy opponent. Though, Mallowlark just looked like a funny guy. He was weird, she liked him. If only he weren't a Windclanner.

"Oh yes, we missed seeing you so much, we just had to come pay a visit...." She said. "Don't you worry your pretty little head off, our prey is running just fine, how kind of you to be concerned~"

Flirting always gave her the best reactions. It was funny.

SNAKEPAW was onto something though. Riverclan did smell funny. "Riverclan is pretty smelly.... Fish smell is the worst." She agreed.

She set to marking the border like she was supposed to, a rub here and a quick spray there.
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