- May 5, 2023
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The day has passed as they journeyed from the sand - lined border of RiverClan, winding around pines and through sparse underbrush. The sun travels with them, arcing high in the azure - washed dome of the sky until it seems content to rest in its heat - scorched centre for a moment . . . Doeblaze doesn't doubt @mica~, much like her, yearns to take such a break. The tabby had encouraged her charge to get a good amount of water at the riverbank, having anticipated the gentle heat that now blankets the earth, rising from the grass—morning dew long burnt away—and encouraging one to do nothing but have a drink and a long nap. She's apt to work long days, though, even if today is harder than most; no doubt she'll have to award poor Cloudypaw's sore paws with some choice prey and a break as soon as they're home.
" We're nearly to the ThunderClan border, " she mrrows, doing her best to keep the pair of them under the scarce shade the evergreen boughs above provide. Perhaps they should've started here, instead . . . but then again, they might not have had the fortune of meeting the RiverClan dawn patrol earlier today. Besides, they'll be spending a crucial couple of moons training in this kind of heat . . . it's best they both get inured to it, and stars know they'll be wishing it was making a return once leaf - bare descends. " Tell me what you know about them. "
Doeblaze's voice is rounded, sloped syllables spilling out with the friendliness of a hopeful mentor as her lone green eye glances towards Cloudypaw. The tabby forces the heavy fur along her shoulders to remain flat as they approach . . . ThunderClan is diplomatic and Howlingstar kind, but this border has proven itself fraught . . . ThunderClan's deputy ought to reconsider who she sends on border patrols, she thinks with a hum of amusement, they always seemed to get hit with the few bad eggs the forest Clan had to offer.
" Here we are. Now, more than ever, ensure you're being diplomatic here. " She blinks over at her apprentice, half - tail swishing behind her to shoo away a fly, no doubt having made its way over from the leaf - litter across the scent line. Doeblaze had taken pains to ensure the two of them were a solid distance from it, so no claw - happy young warriors decided they were trespassing. " ThunderClan is friendly more often than not, " Thanks, in part, to the efforts of her late mate . . . the mention stings, but she finds herself startlingly able to push the weight of memory away and focus on the tabby pelt at her side. No better way to honor that work than to pass it on to Cloudypaw. She clears her throat and adds, " but it doesn't hurt to be careful. "
" We're nearly to the ThunderClan border, " she mrrows, doing her best to keep the pair of them under the scarce shade the evergreen boughs above provide. Perhaps they should've started here, instead . . . but then again, they might not have had the fortune of meeting the RiverClan dawn patrol earlier today. Besides, they'll be spending a crucial couple of moons training in this kind of heat . . . it's best they both get inured to it, and stars know they'll be wishing it was making a return once leaf - bare descends. " Tell me what you know about them. "
Doeblaze's voice is rounded, sloped syllables spilling out with the friendliness of a hopeful mentor as her lone green eye glances towards Cloudypaw. The tabby forces the heavy fur along her shoulders to remain flat as they approach . . . ThunderClan is diplomatic and Howlingstar kind, but this border has proven itself fraught . . . ThunderClan's deputy ought to reconsider who she sends on border patrols, she thinks with a hum of amusement, they always seemed to get hit with the few bad eggs the forest Clan had to offer.
" Here we are. Now, more than ever, ensure you're being diplomatic here. " She blinks over at her apprentice, half - tail swishing behind her to shoo away a fly, no doubt having made its way over from the leaf - litter across the scent line. Doeblaze had taken pains to ensure the two of them were a solid distance from it, so no claw - happy young warriors decided they were trespassing. " ThunderClan is friendly more often than not, " Thanks, in part, to the efforts of her late mate . . . the mention stings, but she finds herself startlingly able to push the weight of memory away and focus on the tabby pelt at her side. No better way to honor that work than to pass it on to Cloudypaw. She clears her throat and adds, " but it doesn't hurt to be careful. "
OOC : No need to wait for Cloudypaw to post! :-)♥︎
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