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[Bluepool]

Next up on their agenda of places to see was ThunderClan, the place where trees died in leaf-fall and leaf-bare but came back to life in new-leaf and green-leaf. Bluepool will never understand why cats choose to live in such a place, it seemed cramped over there with all that foliage and undergrowth. She much preferred the feeling of the open moors, the ability to see as far as the horizon in any direction you turned. But she supposes she does understand the appeal for some cats, it just was not for her. She has no doubt in her mind that Featherpaw is growing tired. Limbs are not made to run for such long distances until they are trained. For her, they take frequent stops and their run is more like a leisurely trot but Bluepool does not mind. All things would come with time, and soon she has no doubt that the cat beside her would race across the moors with the best of them.

Once they got her endurance and muscles up she would be an unstoppable force. Bluepool would make sure of it. "To our left is four trees" she says as the slow for their approach to the border. "It is where we go for gatherings and it is also where the great battle was fought, many cats are buried there and it is there that StarClan first appeared to us which is why it is considered sacred ground and why we hold a truce there, it would be wrong to fight where so many laid down there lives and where StarClan themselves told us to lay down our claws." she hopes he understands the importance of her words, the reason why they should not draw blood on that holy ground and she pauses for a moment in order to allow her words to sink in before she is moving on to the next thing.

Her eyes sweep across ThunderClan's territory, noting the stage of life the leaves on their side of the border were on. Some clung desperately to the limbs of the trees they were born to but most littered the ground in a fiery visage. "What do you remember of ThunderClan?" she quizzes, though her gaze does not leave the forest opposite to them. No doubt they would encounter a patrol, the oak forest dwellers always seemed to have a way of knowing when their presence was least needed but showing up anyways.

// please wait for @FEATHERPAW

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[FEATHERSPINE]

After this trip, Featherpaw was sure he would never walk again. It was laborious, and it never seemed to end- he had half a mind to clamp his mentor's tail between his teeth and chew on it until she relented that they return to camp. But... rest would never come easy to a moor-runner. They ran, it was in the name- she would have been an idiot not to have prepared. And, mentally... she knew this was necessary. Physically, her legs had not yet learned of her new role.

The silence that occupied Featherpaw was half exhaustion and half genuine interest. Fourtrees. Sacred ground. Wrong to fight there. Did it mean Fourtrees was a safe place? Exempt from death, carpeted by the graves of so many? Featherpaw was not convinced. Death came for everyone eventually. It was a reality she had learned terrifyingly quickly, a truth she tried to slam into the stupid, resistant skulls of so many of her peers...

Deceptively, she nodded.

What do you remember of ThunderClan? "They were alright." A vague answer. Not one of them had bothered him quite as much as some accursed Shadowclanners had, though... "A bit nosy. P-p-puh... puh... asked me about my father." ​

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[DUSKBIRD]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   His own outing is, temporarily, sans Nightbird. It's strange. Had he been healthier, he supposes that he would have gotten used to it on the journey. Her off in the mountains, him– here, waiting. Struggling, yes, but not dying. He had wasted away in the same den as ShadowClanners and RiverClanners, consumed by a sickness that would not leave any of them alone. And he'd been too busy to really miss her at the time. Now he's just slightly apart from the patrol and feels the missing space severely as he stalks through the undergrowth. After their training, his muscles had stopped trembling so terribly. Walking along the sticks and stones of their ground didn't bother him. It was almost like training all over again.

He kind of misses that part of things.

That as in this. The quiet answers across the border, the quizzing queries of a mentor and apprentice. So Duskpaw peeks his head up over the foliage and abandons this barren piece of land to instead ask, "Why? Is your father worth asking about?" His expression is stony but dark amber eyes are warm with a clever bite. One that screams it was entirely intentional of him to ask the way he did.

𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐𝘍 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘐𝘔𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘖𝘍 𝘔𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘞𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘎 ﹖  ╱╱ 9.14.2023 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. @nightbird mentor tag !!
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  DUSKPAW. HE - HIM OR THEY - THEM. APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN, NEARING WARRIORHOOD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ———
  
  
  ——  a lanky apprentice with mostly dark brown fur that fades just slightly near the chest, throat, and ears, while the tip of their tail burns with the bright orange tabby flame. his eyes are a deep, rich amber-brown, seeming red, often somewhat critical and cautious but not unkind in expression. he is not terribly tall, but his shoulders are broadening with age and training.
  

  ✦ BLAZESTAR x LITTLE WOLF. LITTERMATE TO SKYPAW, PART OF HOWLINGFAM. MENTORED BY NIGHTBIRD. DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT HIS SKYCLAN HERITAGE. —

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ windclan did not come to their border with a full patrol, perhaps one of the pitfalls of claiming a new stretch of land. more ground patrol meant less cats on each one, thunderclan did not have this problem when they took sunningrocks. a snide observation she didn't voice, not yet at least.

appeared to only be a mentor and apprentice, showing the borders from the sounds of it. nightbird wasn't too keen on chatting with their hare-brained neighbors, especially not now. but duskpaw picked up on their conversation, apparently he had come equipped with his own smart-ass inquiries today. nightbird cannot help as her lips twitch up in amusement. "aw, cut 'em some slack," she hums in a sarcastic fashion, her tone held no indication that what she wished for was an actual cease fire. "poor thing looks like she's only just been dragged from the nursery, probably still thinks that father dearest raises the sun for us all every day."

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-eight moons.
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to duskpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SHININGSUN]

☼ So young... That was the primary thought going through Shiningsun's head as he looked over in the direction of the WindClanners. The large tom craned his head up a little higher in order to keep the other cats in his view, though it did make it look like he was trying to make himself even larger. And he was a big guy to start with! Though intimidation was hardly his intention, he was merely curious. Unlike his clanmates he wasn't looking to cause insult or the like, so his expression was soft and warm like that of the sun. It wasn't like he was ignorant to recent events, but he just couldn't bring himself to delve into the same sarcasm as his peers. "Big day out seeing the other clans, huh? I hope all is going well, and I wish you a safe journey ahead."
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