border LET IT HAPPEN [Mentor & Apprentice

[Rowanthorn]

His first apprentice. . . granted the ceremony hadn't really been the happiest, with Howlingstar sending away their ex-kittypet clanmates for their own safety. But the tom would waste no time with Wolfpaw's training, and soon after everything was done with the duo had left to visit ThunderClan's borders. "We're close," The putrid smell of the Thunderpath is nauseating. ShadowClan's border had to be his least favorite to be around, ever - even the smell of fish was better than this! "Can you smell that, Wolfpaw?" - it would be worrying if he couldn't - "It's the thunderpath. I'm sure you've heard of monsters, yes? They can only walk on thunderpaths." He explains, stepping through the undergrowth to see the road and the mashes beyon. "They're very dangerous and you should not cross it, understand?" As he finishes speaking, a monster runs by, causing his fur to bristle. "That was a monster, but like I said they only walk on thunderpaths, we are safe here." His voice is stern, making sure Wolfpaw understands how dangerous the road is.

Now staring at the marshes on the other side, he nods at his apprentice. "Can you tell me which Clan has claimed the marshlands for themselves?"

RED SUN ABOVE PARADISE ☾ 🐅 ☽ TO THE SHADOWS, OUT OF SIGHT

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  @WOLFPAW
  

• A muscular and chubby scarred chocolate tabby tom with striking copper eyes.

• ROWANTHORN — 36 moons, warrior of ThunderClan. Ages every 31st.
  

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[WOLFPAW]

With little hops and sprints whenever they felt themself falling behind, the cream cameo did their best to keep up with their new mentor, the hope that they could impress them at the forefront of their mind. Theirs was a graduation left uncelebrated by the horrors that followed, with that, Wolfpaw could only strive to work harder. Their attention wandered seldom from Rowanthorn and onto new leaves and flowers, but when they were not distracted, they were staring at the back of Rowanthorn's head to the point of distraction. Trying so hard to focus, unbeknownst to Wolfpaw, could result in the opposite affect.

They didn't think to smell until Rowanthorn asked it of them, but then finally inhaled through their nose, it was like a bee had stung it. "Weugh!" They shook their head, hoping some movement would rid his nostrils of a stench indescribable to the apprentice. Death would be the closest, something unfortunately detected before within ThunderClan's camp, even then, it burned. As a paw covered their muzzle, they looked to their mentor, blinking rapidly as they described the scent as the 'Thunderpath'. Wolfpaw pushed forwards, reaching the tabby's side and, almost immediately, their stomach dropped. "It's empty." Where was the grass? The little beetles that crawled upon your toes when you slept? All they saw was a grey line, devoid of feeling.

And it was the most dangerous thing in ThunderClan.

Something sped by, sending a gust of wind in Wolfpaw's direction that caused them to duck beneath the foliage until it passed, their heart beating painfully against their chest. That was a monster? 'I didn't even see it coming!' It had come and gone in an instant, should it attack, Wolfpaw didn't think they would stand a chance. As they dared poke their head out of hiding again, they offered an all-too hasty nod to Rowanthorn, and kept on nodding until they were certain their obedience was clear - the Thunderpath was not a place for ThunderClanners.

Rowanthorn moved on quickly and Wolfpaw looked up towards him, staring in a mixture of surprise and admiration. It was like he'd seen Monsters before (obviously, he had), but to move on so quickly from such a scary thing... the sepia could not help but attempt to emulate it. They shuffled their shoulders until they stood tall once more, trying to pass his rapidly rising and falling flank as 'nothing'. Their ears twitched as the question was poised, confidence finally glittering in their orange eyes. A picture-perfect memory - giving one the ability to know, but not understand. "It's ShadowClan," they answered, craning their neck in the direction of the marshland group. Wolfpaw tilted their head. "The others said they have breath like... carrion?" A word they hadn't heard before, spoken with the innocence of one who did not realise it was an insult.

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[scalejaw]

★ The monster roaring by did little but make Scalejaw's ear twitched. She had been standing in the shadows of one of the gnarled trees on their border, orange glowering eyes settled on the opposite mentor-apprentice pair. Perhaps there was a streak of humor here, where she wishes to spook the pair when she finally revealed herself from where she was well hidden. Atypical of her normal behavior out of camp, anyways.

Breath like carrion. Well, that was rude. Scalejaw inhaled and exhaled slowly, finally stepped free of wreathed shadows and tilting her head in greeting towards the both of them. "Thunderclan." Scalejaw called, her ears perked and ears twitching. Staying on the lookout for a rogue monster, or perhaps other patrolmates- either on her side, or Thunderclan's. And when she spoke again, there was a hint of humor, disdainful as it was.

"We don't, young apprentice, have breath like carrion." Scalejaw said. Her visage was... wicked, as she had been told before- average height, but with tufts of mane and fur on her body that accentuated her, made her look sharp and strange. Scars crossed her muzzle, and an expression of ease on her visage. "Prey still running okay over there?" She called to the assumed mentor-half of the pairing standing on the other side of the border.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty three moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[lizardthroat]

"Oh, don't be so sour, Scalejaw...!" Lizardthroat tuts as she joins the smoke chimera beside the thunderpath. Another warrior, dragging his newly minted apprentice about. The black she-cat wonders if she'll get an apprentice next... it'd sure be fun to show a little brat with kit-fur how dangerous the thunderpath truly is! Ah, but to be responsible for anyone but herself and Mottledfox... Yeah, no, she'd decline. Nonetheless she lashes her tail, tapping it to the older warrior's side.

"It's just a kitten, after all. Plus, I heard with all that plant-life over there, ThunderClanners tend to have twigs and leaves where their brains should be!" Lizardthroat grins, tilting her head in hopes that Scalejaw would crack a smile, too. "They can't remember all the good things we're known for. Let's just be grateful they know what monsters are." The black furred she-cat giggles as she takes a few steps along the border, hoping that someone else is also in a playful mood.​

 

[WOLFPAW]

A walking shadow is first to appear, the manifestation of soot and smoke, coiling around the darkened grasses across the Thunderpath as if they weren't even there. Orange eyes met orange and, in awe, they swallowed a lump in their throat. Had it not been for Scalejaw's words, they may not have recognised that the she-cat was there, suddenly, they wondered what other mysterious powers their neighbours possessed. 'Carrion breath... is that because they're ghosts?' A cream paw hovered in the air as if trying to reach out across the Thunderpath and grasp at the other to check they were even tangible, but, they were too many fox-lengths away to try for real. As Scalejaw confirmed there was no such thing as 'carrion-breath', their ears swiveled around, almost disappointed that their denmates had lied to them. Wolfpaw looked between Rowanthorn and Scalejaw, waiting to hear the rest of their conversation when another voice chimed in.

They looked back towards the shadowed lands at darkness incarnate, squinting to make sure it was not just a trick of the light. She said something... strange, but before that, she'd said something wrong. "Oh, um... I'm not a kitten! I'm an apprentice, actually!" They corrected Lizardthroat, posture straightened in pride at such a role. "I'm Wolfpaw! Of ThunderClan!" And they didn't have twigs and leaves for brains! Actually, they weren't entirely sure what brains even were, only that mice and cats had them. Separated by the empty stone plain, Wolfpaw took a step forward, the tips of their toes grazing the Thunderpath's gravel. They dared not cross any further, but a surge of confidence possessed them, impulsiveness perhaps, to act beyond expectation and know more about ShadowClan.

"You said something about good things? What good things do you do?"


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