border ORANGE SODA ❀ shadowclan patrol

[lilacfur]

ThunderClan's been awfully strange lately, a little quieter than she's used to. At the very least Halfsun and her ThunderClan rival haven't been dishing it out on the Thunderpath, or at least not that she's heard of lately. Thankfully the new warrior wasn't with her to test if that rivalry was still strong.

"The sun doesn't feel so unbearable today." She spoke with a sigh of relief as the sun sat perfectly behind the trees to give ample shade. Unfortunate that it did not stretch all the way to ThunderClan's side, leaving them to bare the heat rays. "Let's take a rest, we're halfway there." Lilacfur encouraged as she leaned back against the brush, shifting her back so that the sharp-ended twigs to scratch where she couldn't reach. "Mmmmhm. That's the spot!"

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  @SHADEPAW @Sycamorepaw! @BATCHASER @FERNDANCE
  // this takes place BEFORE doecry's injuries, as well as before lilacfur and poppyglows interaction with ghostmask ^^
  The shade feels extraordinarily good on this part of the territory today. A light breeze tousles the foliage up above, and suddenly, the heat is kept at bay... perhaps this patrol could take it easy and lounge around a little, even if the ThunderClanners don't approve.
  

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• LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 26 moons, mother to marblepaw and sycamorepaw
  ⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn ear and claw marks beside her eye.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[PALEFIRE]

Strange was not the word that Palefire would use to describe the current state of Thunderclan. Dangerous. Treacherous. Unbearable. Those words felt more fitting, especially as she was forced into yet another patrol accompanied by Skyclaw's loyal hounds. They were no more than annoying, useless creatures in her mind these days. The irritating gnats that buzzed around relentlessly and never allowed them to have any peace. She grit her teeth and sighed as they trekked through the forest, boiling under the intense greenleaf sun. Oh, how she longed for leaf-fall. She dreamed that the heat wasn't the only nuisance that would be gone by then.

The light breeze that blew across them brought with it the scent of their more reclusive neighbors. Shadowclan was nearby, it seemed. The lynx-point felt her muscles tense, the same as every other time they had encountered the other clans since the mutiny. One wrong word, one wrong move and they would know how weak Thunderclan was now. Her tail lashed anxiously as the group of marsh-dwellers came into view on the other side of the border, apparently feeling relaxed enough to rest in the shade their trees provided. Starclan must favor them. The young warrior slowed her pace but did not stop, lifting her head in subtle acknowledgement of the other patrol. "Must be nice to have time to nap," she called over. In spite of her words, her tone was more wary than barbed.

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

• [ apprentice tag @Meadowpaw ]
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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 18 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, padding after skyclaw / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

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[DOESPRING]

Doespring stalks close behind Palefire — stalks, because she feels like some sort of feral hound, guarded only by Skyclaw's followers. She can't decide whether she should be glad for how fate has turned out... there had been every chance for her to become one of them. It would at least save her from this humility. Certainly, it would match the very way of thinking she has been operating by all her life... but in the same vein, she cannot see herself fit amongst such foolish creatures. All this could have gone much more smoother... and without the unnecessary bloodshed and culling of Howlingstar's life.

They all appear as normal as ever, when viewed from the opposed warriors' sights. The shade gives them evident escape from the last of greenleaf's heat, and evidently, they do not mind an audience as they take advantage of it.

"Lazy, lousy lot," she sneers. Much unlike Palefire, she spares zero sympathy for the marsh-dwellers. There is definite bitterness seeping into her, unbeknownst to Lilacfur's patrol; it is easy to let something akin to jealousy overtake her as she looks at the ShadowClanners... how unaware they are of ThunderClan's own turmoil.

Of course, it's not like they need saving. Some might call it lack of survival instinct; Doespring would rather call it pride. Even with Skyclaw at the helm, the cycles of what makes up Clan life will continue on.

Her tail flicks in irritation as she continues leaving her scent along the bark. "I'd rather die than nap this close to another Clan." A bit dramatic, perhaps, but those who know Doespring are aware of such standard.
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[FERNDANCE]

Following her patrol leader's suggestion, the cinnamon tabby reclined upon the dried grasses specks of warmth reaching her flank through gaps in the trees. It wasn't unbearable enough for the warrior to bother moving - after putting on a brave face these past few moons, she deserved a chance to legitimately relax. The peace was quite shortlived, so shortlived that, briefly, the placid tabby felt a prickle of annoyance within her heart. Her head tilted towards the ThunderClanners, her blinks slow and smile flippant. She wasn't sure why ThunderClan always had a thorn in their paw, she spotted no difference in the way the oakland dwellers usually interacted with her home. They were almost comically serious, proud, and admittedly helpful every now and again, but good deeds often faded in the face of conflict. Why, oh why, did they have to interrupt so rudely?

"Oh... you don't nap on the borders?" Her question was spoken with saccharine sweetness, her tail whipping to-and-fro as she spoke as if offended for the ThunderClanners. She could easily create a scenario in her head where they'd been forced by a strict leader to only sleep in particular locations, to not enjoy themselves and let loose. She... realised it sounded all too similar to her sibling's grandiose descriptions of RiverClan. 'They're probably wrong, Snowypaw. RiverClan's probably lovely, Pikesplash was... lovely.' "So the sunny rocks are just there for show? You don't sleep on them?" Several perfectly placed rocks overviewing the river - surely ThunderClan had to be lying, the opportunity to snooze seemed too good to be true. "Sounds pretty boring if you don't."


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