pafp LONG WAY BACK // WindClan mentor & apprentice

[SOOTSTAR]

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SOOTSTAR

WindClan Leader
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The mentor and apprentice duo tread carefully along the gorge, only a few paw steps away from it’s edge. The wind has picked up downwind, tossing and tangling Sootstar’s fur as she gazes across the border for any sign of RiverClan. They would not be so lucky to not encounter the enemy clan today, but at least it would be used as a good learning opportunity for Bluepaw.

”Smell that? It’s impossible not to. That is the scent of a RiverClan cat. Memorize it now, if you ever smell them on the territory you are to let me know immediately.” So far RiverClan has never dared… if Bluepaw needed to worry about anything it was being dragged onto their land if she ever found herself by the twoleg bridge. As a tunneler the blue she-cat would rarely have to deal with this clan on patrols, but perhaps one day in battle.

// please wait for @BLUEPAW

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[BLUEFROST]

Sootstar's smaller, brighter-hued doppelganger takes small, careful strides after her mentor, green eyes wide with awe. The gorge is deep and gaping, a maw that could swallow a cat whole, even a fully grown one. She does her best not to look down its rocky slopes; if she does it for too long, it makes her dizzy.

Bluepaw instead tilts her face toward her mother's, parting her jaws as instructed. Her reaction is an exaggerated flinch. "Yuck! Is that really what they smell like?" There's the overt salty tang of what she imagines is fish, along with a dank and murky water and moss scent. She looks back up at her mother, solemn. "They wouldn't dare cross our border again! Would they?" All she knows is what she'd been told -- that a WindClan traitor had dragged Juniperfrost's body onto the bridge and slaughtered him, causing a war.

Bluepaw shakes her head, the wind buffetting long pale tendrils of silvery cheek fluff. She wonders if she would ever see the WindClan traitor who had committed such horrors for herself.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[SOOTSTAR]

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SOOTSTAR

WindClan Leader
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Even Sootstar cannot stifle an amused purr at her apprentice’s reaction to RiverClan’s scent. The water dwellers may just reek more than ShadowClan cats do… but at least they knew how to bathe as evident by their long and glossy fur. It likely helps that they eat plentiful all four seasons, bitterly the blue smoke thinks.

Sootstar shakes her head, ”If they do our moor runners will send them running with their tails tucked.” The blue smoke assures, seemingly confident, any doubts of her clan’s current capability hidden. ”Remember the body of Juniperfrost, Bluepaw. Always expect the worst from RiverClan.” The blue smoke then begins to trail away from the gorge and making a beeline east towards ThunderClan.

//Out

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[SMOKESTAR]

Moorland stench on the border once more, too fresh to be a past patrol, too faint to be a large one. The dark tom steps forward from the shroud of the trees lining the Beech Copse and stares intently at the mother and daughter duo.
"Good of you to show up and remind yourself of where our border is, Soot. Seeing as you seem to forget them so often..." The dark tom calls after her, a brief glance given to the young apprentice alongside her to note their similarities but nothing more; his focus was on the gray she-cat herself and no other. Every time their clans clashed she was nowhere to be seen, nor had she gone to SkyClan either (though he believed she was pregnant at the time), still, how funny to see a leader so boldly proclaim herself superior only to never once stand with her clan and lead them to battle. Pathetic really, one day he'd like to see her on the battlefield, to claim one of those lives as his own sanguine trophy. Her name was uttered starless, he saw the sign at the gathering and any fool with sense could understand what it meant; that she still paraded around so boldly was an insult on its own.
"Would love to see you at the next battle, instead of just your mindless drones. When will you fight and spill your own blood than that of you foolish followers?" But she was already making her leave, of course, he highly doubted she'd turn back now to address him, Smokethroat's lone orange eye honed back on in the apprentice a flash of teeth in a sneer in her direction, "Best you hurry along, wouldn't want to be left behind now would you?"
Another sacrifice to the queen of the moors, another body left behind her sordid legacy. His tail lashed as he turned to pick up where he left off alongside the rest of the border. May as well mark it while he was here.
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