OH, WHAT A LIFE || thunderclan patrol

[Flamestar]

Dawn patrol.

If she had to name one thing she did not miss while being in the nursery, it would be dawn patrols. Even though Greenleaf was coming, the mornings were still chilly before she sun was in the sky. Their trip to the border was quick and uneventful, and every so often Flamewhisker would look over her shoulder to make sure her apprentices were keeping up with her pace. They should be able to with ease, as her pace was still slower than it once had been. Her stamina was still significant lower than it had been, but she refused to take it easy. She would keep pushing herself until she was back into the prime condition she had been in before.

As they emerged through the undergrowth, she would pause and motion for her apprentices and other fellow patrol members to join her. "Alright, this goes without being said, but I'm saying it anyways. Behave yourselves, no picking fights, and be civil." Her attention would remain on Jaypaw longer than the rest of them, recalling the time that he had called a Windclanner something she couldn't remember off the top of her head. The last thing we need is Windclan in our camp. Sootstar has lost whatever piece of mind she had left the Lead Warrior would think, before marking a nearby tree.

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[GRAVELSNAP]

Are their injuries worth the revenge on RiverClan? Are their injuries worth vengeance for their uncle? As Gravelpaw limps along, unable to put much weight on their damaged paw, they consider their own actions, and the orders that Sootstar, that Tigerfrost, that Sunstride, gave them. It’s a bit tangled, in their head. Muddled, blurry.

Houndthistle told them that the act of getting revenge is not always worth it. But… what did WindClan lose by retaliating against RiverClan? There are many injured, but the river-dwellers didn’t fare any better, they think. It was worth it, they decide. Their mentor’s word isn’t law, isn’t always correct. He’s a guiding force, a voice of reason, but Gravelpaw doesn’t need to follow every word that he says. They needed to get their claws dirty, for the honor of their uncle.

The border patrol that they stumble across is obviously ThunderClan’s. Not RiverClan, at least, but not much better, either. They wonder if the ThunderClanners are angry with them for attacking RiverClan—or if they just don’t care. Gravelpaw doesn’t care, either way. ThunderClan isn’t worth their ire. "Trash," they grumble, certainly loud enough for the ThunderClanners to hear, but they make no attempt to greet the other clan.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[Firefang]

Firefang would come to walk besides Gravelpaw, she doesn't stray far from them and though her eyes face forward as they go about the border she still keeps an eye on them. The wound on their paw was a nasty one enough to make their stride falter as every step with it looked painful. If they fell she'd be there to catch them. She doesn’t say much to them, not even as she catches sight of the Thunderclanners on the other side of the border. An uninjured ear would swivel at Gravelpaws remark; she should agree with him and she partially does no clan was better then Windclan and Thunderclan was always going to be a threat - but for now they don’t meddle in their affairs they don’t cross the border nor had they spat their rancor and disapproval as openly as some of the other clans.

On top of that she hasn’t had completely awful interactions with them. She cannot help but hold them in more favor then she does their other fleabitten neighbors. She recognizes the she-cat who leads it, she believes they’d met before and though she hadn’t made as much of a impression on her as her three-legged clanmate Firefang’s memory still has her recall her. She blinks her way, tail swaying in greeting, there was no point starting shit with them for her not now anyway. They just needed to get through this patrol.

❝Nice mornin’ isn’t it?❞ she’d say casually. ​

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[Badgermoon]

Like his former apprentice, Badgermoon had more fondness for ThunderClan than either RiverClan or SkyClan. As far as he knew, they had no quarrel with WindClan and he had a vague sense that their reputation was an honorable one. Padding alongside Firefang and Gravelpaw, the deputy's head perked up as he heard voices and caught ThunderClan scent, and his yellow eyes snapped up to assess the situation. His shoulders relaxed when he understood this was simply an interaction between border patrols, and he nodded to Flamewhisker, presuming her to be the patrol's leader. "I heard your children are apprentices now, yes?" he inquired - for politeness' sake, yes, but also because he was genuinely curious. "It must be wonderful to see them growing up and starting their training." a tiny smile appeared on the broad-shouldered tom's face, contrasting sharply with the scrapes and patches of raw skin scattered across his bicolor coat.​

 

[Cloudyfur]

Cloudypaw stayed close to her mentor as they patrolled the border. What little she knew of Windclan came from the mouths of her clanmates and from gatherings, and none of it was good. They were dangerous, even for clan cats. Some of the things she had heard felt too fantastical to be true, to terrible to be real.

As she nodded along with Flamewhisker's words, the first greeting she got from across the border seemed confirm all the things she had heard. An ill-tempered cat her own age calling them trash with no regard that they could hear him. She glanced toward her mentor, uncertain. The older warriors at least, didn't seem to share the sentiment. They seemed far too cordial for being from a clan that had just staged a brutal attack.

"Uh, yeah, it is a nice morning." Cloudypaw replied awkwardly, trying to be polite. For now, she tried to ignore the apprentice on the other side of the border. Though she couldn't help but glance toward him nervously.​

 

[Sparkwing]

Sparkpaw hated getting the dawn patrol! He just wanted to sleep! But woe, he was awoken by Wolfwind to go on patrol, and he had no choice but to get out of his nice, comfy nest to go mark the borders.

He trotted alongside Wolfwind with his tail raised high, awake enough to be his usual... Sparky self. When they reached the border, he felt a knot in his stomach to see Windclan cats were there as well. Would they start anything?? He hoped not. It was too early for that.

Gravelpaw grumbled, calling them trash, and Sparkpaw furrowed his brow at him and stuck his tongue out.

At least the other two seemed nice enough. He flashes Firefang and Badgermoon a big grin.

"Good morning!" He greets them.
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[Flamestar]

The first Windclanner to arrive was a young tom who appeared to be similar in age to her newest apprentice. He doesn't seem to lack a bad attitude, and immediately calls them Trash right off the bat. The Lead Warrior would flick an ear, the only cue that she was indeed irritated. It appeared that even Windclan's youth were learning to be heartless, not that she expected anything different. At least in Thundeclan they were raising respectful warriors.

It wasn't long before another Windclanner arrived, one that she recognized. Firefang. The last time she had seen her on a border patrol, she had still been an apprentice, but she could recall Sootstar announcing her new warrior name in the gathering. "So far so good, though I am ready for it to be a little warmer." she would pause to rub her cheek along another nearby tree.

The next tom to arrive was the deputy, Badgermoon. She had never really spoken to the other before, but he seemed to have a more level head on his shoulders than his leader. Regardless, he was still the moorland queen's second hand, and that was enough to be cautious about. "Yes, I am very proud of them. It seems like yesterday that they were born."

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[Whitehowl]

Ghostly steps stride forth casually, a twin pair of blue tinted ears flicking instinctively when a neighboring clan was among their borders. He stops briefly beside Firefang and Badgermoon, glowing eyes tracing over the members of the oak forest clan. ThunderClan. Along with the others, he had no qualms with them. They seemed to keep more to themselves, and Whitehowl could respect it. Although, he was ever wary—ever distant. A faint head is nodded towards them, ignoring the small-talk between the fiery molly snd his deputy. Something about kits, a topic the tom was never very knowledgeable in. He wasn't the biggest fan of young kits, more because he just...didn't know what to do with them. Now apparently they were apprentices and he grunts softly in response before turning around. He flows through three throng of cats with his tail swinging behind him, rubbing against borders to mark his own scent along the border while mindlessly listening to idle chatter between the two clans.
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[MALLOWLARK]

ThunderClan had never been much of an issue, in Mallowlark's eyes. As early as when he was simply Mallow, a baby to the world of the Clans and confident that he'd be able to rip WindClan to ribbons should they start to corrode the home he'd known for so long, he'd been friends with a Thunderclanner. It'd been Fly, Flycatcher, that he'd spoken to- before he'd ever even met Dawnglare. Meetings at the gathering had grown sparse, though- they'd spared each other a smile or two, but Mallowlark's mind had always been fixed upon a mark- heart-shaped, and settled between eyes of liquid moonlight.

As Badgermoon addressed the fiery molly at the head of the patrol, the black-footed phantom's gaze shot wide and intense, unblinking as it fixed upon her. "Oh, tell Flycatcher I said hi!" hummed the bleached tom, grin so wide it looked like a flame of an ache to keep upon his face. He was no threat, not to her! Flycatcher's mate, it must be... funny, how they'd changed! Once he had no sparing contact with Dawnglare anymore... perhaps he'd attempt to catch up.​

☺PENNED BY PIN​