border RIOT ON THE WARD \ mentor + apprentice

[TWITCHBOLT]

The next stop would be ThunderClan; usually-peaceful neighbours who, now and again, decided to start a fight. Like any other Clan, they could never be completely trusted... it depended what Thunderclanners you ended up running into, didn't it? Some of them were perfectly happy making pleasant but boring conversation about the mild weather (for if it was the exciting sort, like a storm, they'd be fearful rather than dull), and some of them liked goading and spitting. It wasn't like WindClan and ShadowClan, who were often predictably moody...

"ThunderClan's scent is the most difficult to differentiate from ours," Twitchbolt explained to his scorched apprentice as they neared the border, jittering as ever but with his head held high. If there was anything he could trust himself with, it was his tracking; it had laid dormant in his body as a child, and had been honed by his skilled, hardy mentor. And he was probably due a chance to manage that himself... Candorpaw's blood was anchored in SkyClan. He wouldn't leave, surely...

Stupid, worthless worry! He knew it, and it persisted anyway. None of that squall made its way into his eyes, though, when he looked down at Candorpaw, an ear flicking as he heard the slightest rustle of undergrowth.

\ with @CANDORPAW , no need to wait!​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

"We'll be working on your climbing skills today," Raccoonstripe tells Thistlepaw as the two parse through ThunderClan's territory. The SkyClan border is near—and when the tabby parts his jaws to taste the air, he's pleasantly surprised to find he and his apprentice have company. The former SkyClan deputy stands with a young, sturdily-made apprentice. Raccoonstripe offers Twitchbolt a splendid smile. "Well, well! Lucky us, Thistlepaw. We've been graced by Twitchbolt and..."

He flicks his dark gaze to the apprentice in question. He's still young, fresh-faced, wide-eyed, and there's something startlingly familiar about the reddish-gold mane fluffed up around his face. Raccoonstripe's lips stiffen, though his smile remains. "Who have we here?"

After a few heartbeats, Raccoonstripe's gaze shifts back to Twitchbolt's mismatched one. "How fairs SkyClan since that awful Gathering we had?" There's a teasing note to his voice now.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: apprentice tag @THISTLEPAW
• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

​

 

[PALEFIRE]

Palefire appeared out of the bushes to puase just off of Raccoonstripe's shoulder, her cerulean gaze locking onto the pair of Skyclanners that stood just across the border. She vaguely recognized Twitchbolt from the gatherings, but knew only his face, not his name or importance. The other, smaller feline, however, she'd never laid eyes on before. Though a quick glance across at the masked lead warrior to her side made it obvious that there was some sense of familiarity there, only adding to her ever-growing curiosity. Of all the clans that they had dealings with, Skyclan was the most consistently pleasant, so it was always a nice change to be met with their forest-dwelling neighbors than certain others.

It seemed as if the elder of the pair of Skyclanners was leading his apprentice about on a lesson, given what she'd heard just as they'd arrived. Rather than offering a greeting as Raccoonstripe had, the young warrior merely lifted her head slightly in a silent greeting. She was doing her best to learn how to keep her mouth shut when the situation called for it, and tamp down her hot-headed tendencies so as not to cause more trouble for her clan. She was not often successful, but a calm encounter like this was a good opportunity for practice. Her silken tail swayed slightly behind her as her eyes remained trained on Twitchbolt and Candorpaw, though her ears swivelled back to listen for any other surprise guests that might be lurking about.

---

‎‎ooc ♡ info

• 

• PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 16 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes. tall and slender, fast and agile.
  ⭃ currently emotionally withdrawn, all opinions are strictly ic and likely spur-of-the-moment.
  ⭃ single, open to relationships / / mentor to no one // formerly mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

​

 

[CANDORPAW]

NOTE: mobile post!

He had siblings in ThunderClan, he knows. Even if he did not truly, um... comprehend it. Should he look for tawny and red coats that he and his littermates share? Or would it be like his other siblings, with complexions that he would never guess came from Bobbie... Would he spot any firey toms past the border, a spitting image of how he'd always imagined Blazestar to look? Candorpaw stares across this border with perhaps the most focus of all, nevermind how they would all be crucial for him to learn... He nods, considering Twitchbolt's words. Twoleg smell was distinct and strange. RiverClan's would be too, wouldn't it? With river - water smell... ThunderClan... their forest seemed fair. It seems like a forest he could live in. Not like he would ever want to, of course! Imposed by no one but himself, his loyalty suddenly sharpens at the sight of the border. Was Blazestar watching?

" ThunderClan's leaves are different! " he observes with awe, an oak leaf drifting by his paws. Candorpaw lowers his nose so that he may observe it it more closesly. Strange lines run through thing, and the leaves split into three distinct paws. For ThunderClan, dare he say it is... cool?

His head snaps up though, at the friendly (?) approach of ThunderClan. The cat talking to them... he had been sat by the deputies, hadn't he? He was important! Excited green eyes blink toward him. " Candorpaw! " he introduces, puffing out his chest. Would ThunderClan see that he's special? The other Clans are not to be trusted, yes... but ThunderClan wasn't on ShadowClan's level, surely? And were this tom to still stand amongst the deputies in a few moons time, he would like to be known by him! " I just became an apprentice! ThunderClan will see more of me yet! " boldly, he declares.

More questions are angled toward his mentor, but Candorpaw is quick to chime in, eyes wide. " That was my first gathering. They are not all like that... are they? But... " his curious gaze drags across ThunderClan. To the tabby tom and a second cat, not dissimilar from him. To a third as well, a lovely, pale color. They reminded him of Lionpaw and Hollypaw. He wonders if... No, surely not. " How come ThunderClan didn't come to the second one? Were you... busy? " it feels a bit ridiculous to say, but why else would they not show? " That one was a lot nicer, " he mews.​

 

[darkthistle]

This was one of Darkpaw's most hated borders. Skyclan- kittypets, laden with hard food and stuffed full of twoleg's 'kindness'. It was like a poison on the forest, and if he had his way, perhaps this clan would be the first to be eliminated. Darkstar. What a thought. He chuffed in amusement as he followed the patrol to the border, orange eyes unfocused and uncaring beyond making sure he didn't trip over roots and weaved through bushes without burrs sticking to him.

Ears twitched as vision shifted between the Thunderclanners, then the kittypet clan. His eyebrows drew together, a sneer finding his face as his chin lifted. He wasn't large by any means, but Darkpaw would be standing his own. The other cats here- an older Skyclanner, and a younger apprentice. A snort left him, Darkpaw's legs stretching out. "More of you yet, huh? I hope not." Darkpaw said, his tail twitching. "You're really loud." He pointed out, rolling his eyes a moment later.

The second one. Now that did grasp his interest, Darkpaw's head turning. A second gathering? Eyes lifted up towards the temporary deputy in question. "Oh, good, now we're being left out of exclusive gatherings? Whatever." He shot back, turning to mark a tree by rubbing flank against it.
​

​

"speech"​

 

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe's expression is one of careless amusement as Twitchbolt's apprentice speaks. He identifies himself as Candorpaw, exclaiming ThunderClan will see more of him yet. Darkpaw makes a sour remark, while Palefire stands in silence, but the tabby lead warrior does little but twitch his ears. "I'll make sure and look out for you, then, young Candorpaw."

Predictably, the young tom speaks of his first Gathering. He laughs. "They are not all like that, no. Your first one was a spectacle, alright." He flashes a smile toward the SkyClan lead warrior, searching his face for clues. And just what did Orangestar think of all this talk of prey theft?

But Candorpaw continues.

His brow furrows, eyes narrowing shrewdly, as the red-maned apprentice queries. "How come ThunderClan didn't come to the second one? Were you... busy?" "A second Gathering. How interesting," he mutters, lifting his dark gaze from Candorpaw to Twitchbolt. "Who all attended this... second Gathering?"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

​

 

[TWITCHBOLT]

A crooked tail was held outstretched, guiding Candorpaw wordlessly along the border; it did not take long for Thunderclanners to find them. Eagerly, his apprentice chirped his observation- Twitchbolt glanced towards him proudly. "Well spotted," he murmured.

And who else but Raccoonstripe, who seemed- no matter the smoke often billowing out of his mouth when regarding SkyClan- to frequent this border. Still, Twitchbolt regarded him neutral-leaning-kind. Each of them had been on their respective councils for a while... there was some respect there at least. "Hi, Raccoonstripe. P-Prey's running better now, I hope?" Not the most flavourful of conversation pieces, but a clear sign he had not forgotten what had happened.

The second Thunderclanner to approach earned a nod of acknowledgement, but Twitchbolt could not say he knew her well. She gazed at them in observant silence. A shadowy apprentice made his crawling way too, spat an insult, rolled his eyes. Twitchbolt tutted audibly but said no more, allowing Candorpaw to take the reins for a moment.

And maybe for a moment too long. Second gathering, he said- the scruffy tom shot Candorpaw a look to signal him into silence, but the Thunderclanners had already jumped on it, curiosity newly-born embers in their hungry eyes. Oh, they'd be- they'd be angry, probably. Insulted. But it wasn't about them, really, was it? When Raccoonstripe looked to him, all the brown tabby would find upon his gaunt face would be a look of slight resignation at the memory of the previous gathering, and then a flicker of hardiness at his probing question. "It was a matter of- of diplomacy between SkyClan and RiverClan, was all." He was struck with his usual tremors, but otherwise resolute. "Anyway... let's not be keeping them, Candorpaw. We- we have to make our way around the perimeter before dusk." ​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[PALEFIRE]

How terribly mundane it was these days, that a pleasant encounter could so quickly become tense and laden with mystery. For once she ignored Darkpaw's sour attitude, instead focusing intently on the words that had just tumbled so carelessly out of Candorpaw's overly-eager little mouth. Nearly in league with Raccoonstripe's own reaction to the news of a secret 'second gathering', Palefire's eyes narrowed sharply on the young apprentice. Twitchbolt's quick signal to silence Candorpaw came a moment too late, and the young warrior audibly scoffed at the obvious deceit that had settled between the pair of them. Her ears twitched as her lead warrior carefully questioned the Skyclanners, but to no one's surprise, Twitchbolt evaded the truth rather poorly.

"A matter of diplomacy, hm? Only between Skyclan and Riverclan, in the wake of such an... eventful gathering," She pondered aloud coolly, her tail swaying in mild agitation behind her. "That certainly does sound interesting. What a pity we had to miss it." It was painfully obvious that Thunderclan were not meant to know that Skyclan and Riverclan were apparently now in league with one another, and the fact that they had met in secret just after what was apparently a terrible display of hostility from Shadowclan and Windclan, was suspicious at best. What could they be plotting, that they didn't want the rest of the clans to know? Something was definitely up. Perhaps their forest-dwelling neighbors weren't as pleasant as she'd previously imagined. Howlingstar would certainly need to know about this.

---

‎‎ooc ♡ info

• 

• PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 16 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes. tall and slender, fast and agile.
  ⭃ currently emotionally withdrawn, all opinions are strictly ic and likely spur-of-the-moment.
  ⭃ single, open to relationships / / mentor to no one // formerly mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

​

 

[THISTLEPAW]

Climbing was his least favorite part of training. It wasn't that it was difficult (maybe a little bit), more that. . . his paws were not meant for the tall branches like some of the other cats. Foliage would part around him like the touch of ghosts on the ground but obscure his vision so high above. And every time that it would creak beneath his weight, he would struggle not to cringe. The distraction of SkyClanners is an oh so welcome one, and despite his typical reluctance to interact with outsiders, his tufted ears are perked right up as Candorpaw talks. The irritating drivel of a useless new apprentice to confusion, and then genuine interest. A second gathering? He looks at his mentor. Palefire is talking too, but what matters is whatever he sees on Raccoonstripe's face.

"The only clan they share a border with is us," he rushes conspiratorially. Whatever WindClan and ShadowClan got up to hardly mattered when it was ThunderClan sandwiched between the new friends and being so very left out. "What are they planning?"

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜06.02＞ ⸙

• OOC. shhh no im not two weeks late
• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. he feels he must prove himself a great warrior so his clanmates will see him as anything more than a weak kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. finally growing into his frame with moons of hard work and steady enough food, thistlepaw has taken a blocky, bulky shape with broad shoulders and densely muscled hindlimbs. his fur remains a tough-edged cloak, but now carries a well-groomed sheen despite how unruly it is.

• "speech"

​