border relics of the past | mentor and apprentice

[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ She remembers that when she was first apprenticed how Willowroot took her to the borders and shared her knowledge. Guided her to learn about the other clans and knoe to have caution where it was due. But the apprentice then did not ever want Riverclan to seem weak. Nor does she want to now either. With leafbare showing early claws she knows she needs to make sure that Redpaw is well with the knowledge that she has but she can not force them to gain it so quickly. Glancing over her shoulder those sharp amber orbs focus on the smaller feline following her. "Come along, the twoleg bridge is not that far awag from here." Nor is the border that they share with Windclan. As they approach the structure the woman pauses rhen and frowns. "The bridge may look safe but you must always be on guard. Never think that something can not happen." Then she clicks her tongue as she sits on the wooden thing. Eyes narrowing as she beckons her apprentice to her side. Before dipping her head towards the other side. With a small smirk then she looks down to Redpaw.

"This is Windclan over there. Across the barren lands of grass and open field. They are rabbit munchers but don't think for a moment that they can be your friend. They are quick to bite you like a snake. But they are impressive when it comes to their speed." She then beckons for Redpaw to take in the scent of Windclan along the border before commenting. "Scorchstar is their leader and they have yet to pick a deputy as far as I know."

@Redpaw ࿐໋
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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

The river's growing dark. Leafbare swells the shoreline, claws at the waters until they're sharp and endless. Not too long ago the river flooded—he wonders, with how quick the season's changing, when it'll happen again.

Sedgepounce wanders forward with a small patrol. There are only a pawful of WindClan cats that don't mind this particular border, Bunnypaw unfortunately not included. He supposes treading the place your mother died carries a bit of weight. Still, he tries to be encouraging. He sets his eye toward the river and its bridge with a cool, collected disposition, and barely bats an eye at the cats he finds perched there.

"Morning," Sedgepounce offers in passing to the young warrior and her apprentice. He brushes his cheek across a thicket of sawgrass, sparing his own apprentice a glance. We'll leave soon.
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[Redpaw]

Redpaw followed behind as his tail sways with each step. They soon across the extensive structure named a 'bridge' that connects the lands between Riverclan and Windclan. It's unbelievable how twolegs managed to build such a thing. How long did it take for them to create it? The bridge may look safe, but you must always be on guard. Never think that something can not happen. The words of his mentor drag him from his thoughts and he blinks his forest green gaze at her as he mumbles, " Okay. " Windclan rests on the opposite side and while Midnightash talks on the moor-dwelling felines, Sedgepounce and his patrol come in sight.

It seemed the stories of Windclan were correct in their characteristics; they were more on the lean and tall side compared to most of their warriors. Redpaw, himself, was a large tom-cat and already seemed a couple moons ahead of his age. It was no doubt that Robinheart had her paws full with him when he was younger, and the thought of his mother makes a small smile appear on his lips. " I see." Redpaw would respond as he observes the patrol from afar as his curled ears flick.

" Good morning, " The red and white apprentice would reply with a dip of his head. His whiskers twitch slightly as he sniffs at the distant markings of Windclan, and his nose gives a slight scrunch. Their aroma was a mixture of long grains, a hint of grass and wind-swept. How strange.
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[cottonsprig]

RiverClan's border has been and always will be a hot spot for danger, it seems. All of the borders do, really - even ThunderClan has allowed wolves to run through the threshold. The water-cat's most recent transgression ended with the accidental death of Rattleheart, who's daughter happens to be on the patrol with them that day. Cottonsprig has her own mixed feelings about the cats across the way, however for the comfort and safety of the lilac point, she lets it be.

"First time out?" she inquires Midnightash, peaking interest once she sees the younger cat alongside the warrior. It's always fun to see eager new apprentices - even if her own excitement landed the cut across her eye. Cottonsprig cannot name the tortoiseshell RiverClanner so easily, but figures if she can be gifted a young apprentice, then surely the she-cat is skilled enough to hold her own around the rapids.

The medicine cat edges closer to Sedgepounce by a near imperceptible amount as the warrior and his apprentice glide amongst the tall grasses.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[SOOTSPOT]

It was hard to hide his malice as he stared down a familiar face across the bridge, the one who had proven to him that there was no hope in the other clans reaching the same level of enlightenment as WindClan. Their ideas of dignity and revenge were primitive, so similar to a kitten's that even now it was difficult to discern Midnightash from one of Bluefrost's mewling brats. He paused, listening to Sedgepounce and Cottonsprig talk to RiverClan, a smile twitching upon his muzzle. He looked over his shoulder towards a familiar tortoiseshell - perhaps self-righteous could be good, or at the very least, entertaining. "Viperpaw," he called for his apprentice.

Already his ears seemed to twitch and swivel in anticipation of some obnoxiously loud response, some appreciation of recognition, something to make him regret even acknowledging that he had a protege. He leaned closer to Viperpaw, regardless. "That cat over there marked Bluepool's grave, she scoffed at and mocked my aunt as we requested a moment of silence out of respect for a fallen warrior." His lashing tail stilled, for the first time, he found himself somewhat curious about what Viperpaw would have to say for himself. "What would a hero do in this situation?"

@VIPERPAW
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[VIPERPAW]

*+:｡.｡ Towing the line between righteousness and fool-hardiness was...difficult, to say the least. Viperpaw stares across the border as he walks dutifully behind his seniors, longing desperately for a hint of a sign of something exciting to happen. Unfortunately, when one wishes to sit comfortably on the lighter side of a black-and-white mindset, one cannot deny the existence of laws and, specifically, how to break them. For that reason, as badly as Viperpaw itches for a fight - a grand event to show off his heroic nature - inciting one would promptly kick him right off his high horse.
So, when Sootspot calls him over, Viperpaw eagerly steps up beside him with an expectedly loud, "RIGHT AWAY, SIR!", the extent of his knowledge on what his mentor might want from him is reached.

Sootspot weaves a story of heartache and betrayal - a time-honored tradition ravaged by the likes of these fish-reeking fox-hearts. Viperpaw's fur instantly sticks up on end, his eagerly round eyes narrowing into shards of disgust, especially towards the one Sootspot pointed out. "Vile villains" he spits, thin tail lashing so fiercely he could've cut the grass behind him like his appendage were a machete. He tries to remember Bluepool, but her tabby-striped memory has long since blown away into fog. No amount of vengeance will bring her back, although he can't imagine the disrespect to her grave should go unpunished.

Still, at Sootspot's question, Viperpaw hesitates. He glances from his mentor to the other felines on the patrol. They speak calmly to the monsters on the other side of the bridge, meanwhile, Viperpaw's ears catch the cruel remarks doled out by the water-soaked brutes. If he had it his way, he would charge across the bridge then and there and tear those smirks from their lips - piss on THEIR graves while he's at it!
But Sootspot expects great things from his soon-to-be favorite apprentice, and with a glance back toward his mentor, he calms himself with a sharp breath.

What would a hero do?

"A hero knows when to pick his battles" he says, laying each word down with careful consideration. "They compare us to snakes" a statement which digs claws deep into Viperpaw's chest, "but Starclan chose our moorland to shine their light on. " Invigorated by the statement, he lifts his chin high and grins, "One day, they'll need us. And it'll be the memory of their callousness that'll decide if we assist them, spare them our wrath...or let them suffer alone in their own misery."

Still, he digs his claws deep into the unnaturally bare wood of the Twoleg bridge, lamenting, "But I wish we could hurt them. I wish we could make the cat that mocked your aunt pay a fitting punishment for their crime. " he glances over at Cottonsprig and Sedgepounce, at their slowly exposing ribs by the cold wind that ruffles their coats, "But now isn't the time."

With one last sigh, Viperpaw pads towards one of the bridge's masts and brushes his cheeks against it, "A hero does his job and hopes for peace" he answers at last, before shooting his mentor a confident chartreuse stare, "but he never forgets."

*+:｡.｡ Updated 10/11/24

• "SPEECH"
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☁ Viperpaw
  ☁ DFAB— He/Him
  ☁ 10 moons
  ☁ Son of Snakehiss and Berrysnap
  ☁ Brother to Rowanpaw, Snakepaw and Privetpaw
  ☁ Windclan — Tunneler's apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☁Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☁Attack in bold white
  ☁ None currently