border ST. ELMO'S FIRE [ tc mentor + apprentice ]

[antlerbreeze]

They were here- it was colder then it was before, the sun starting to dip down. Her eyes worriedly traced it's path in the sky every now and again, knowing they'd have to make it home before they continued with their tour. She glances towards Thrashpaw again, checking in, before she steps from the underbrush next to the Thunderpath. "This is the Thunderpath." She explains, her nose wrinkling up against it.

Antlerbreeze was never a fan of this place- the wind whipped as if they were on the moor, and it stank like carrion-place. At least, to her. She was used to the pleasant undergrowth, the moss, the earth of Thunderclan's territory. This wasn't pleasant. "Across here is Shadowclan. Crossing is extremely difficult. Do not attempt it without reason, and especially without me or another warrior around, yes?" Antlerbreeze gives one of her first rules- one that she hopes Thrashpaw will take to heart.

While she instructed her new- and first- apprentice, one ear was turned to listen for any Shadowclanners, or rumbling on the Thunderpath.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── MY NATURAL REACTION ⋅❁⋅ IS THAT WERE SCARED ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // this thread occurs on nov. 1st!
  // @THRASHPAW apprentice tag

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• ANTLERBREEZE she/her, warrior of thunderclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ previously mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Murderers, as what his clanmates have been calling Thunderclan as of late. It would seem despite everything there was that tension that could be cut easily by just even the chill of the wind, and seeing some at the border made the warrior's eyes narrow slightly as he made his presence known to the others, fluffing his fur out slightly. The threatening loom of war was upon them, and one Thunderclan was completely oblivious to, so for now Snowlark will place on a facade of a smile on his lips because despite the coldness of the air, they have to pretend everything was alright.

"I've seen a monster once gone off the thunder path before, took the previous medicine cat apprentice and ate him" he stated coolly. Why not still a little fear within the apprentice? After all Antlerbreeze was already warning the apprentice away from it as is, the tom was only... helping in his own twisted sense of way.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 14 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[THRASHPAW]

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ-​

It smells terrible. That's their immediate thought when passing the underbrush and facing the Thunderpath. He recoils at the artificial smell, it gives a lingering sensation of something burning. He's heard about the Thunderpath and it's Monsters, part of her wonders what it sounds like when one actually shows up. She would hate to see one though, what if it decided to eat him? He's good against biting flesh but from he's heard they have a hard outer shell like a bug. Once again the wind proves to be annoying, flicking fur against his nose and causing the disgusted expression to evolve as it truly felt like she was going to sneeze at any point.

Hadn't Doepath been hurt by a Monster? Was it at this very Thunderpath? He's unsure if there's any others around here. "...Okay... Why is it difficult" He's not the rebellious type, they're thankful that Antlerbreeze doesn't sound too stern otherwise he may have had to fight back a tremour. It's a given that he would listen to her, even if he doesn't trust her right now. ShadowcCan is just beyond there, the concept of more cats is terrifying. They accused ThunderClan of murder, right? On the scale of initial impressions he is leaning towards favouring these neighbours at least as he's glad finally someone else can see through the facade this clan holds. "Whats... ShadowClan like?" He finds himself asking, more so curious to know what Antlerbreeze's stance on the clan is than anything else.

Being personally fine with the clan doesn't stop him from bristling at the approach of the stranger, it's nothing personal but at the same time it is. Anyone he doesn't know is a threat, clan politics aside. Amber eyes widen in shock at the revelation of their medicine cat apprentices fate, looking between the stranger and his sister for some kind of confirmation. It fights a tremour of it's maw as it shuffles away from the Thunderpath a little further, what if a Monster came by right now and ate him? "...Did the... the apprentice... die?" he fights to finish his sentence between long pauses and against the fact that the word 'die' refuses to form coherently.

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  THRASHPAW
  any pronouns, 5 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlpaw & Yippingkit
  ☆ Mentored by Antlerbreeze
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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[SHARPSHADOW]

She had to spend a bit more thought on ThunderClan right now than she was used. Usually it was grumbling... Asking how the weather was, or whatever. There was no reason for any of that to change. In fact— it really shouldn't, because it'd look weird if it suddenly did... For the first, and probably last time in her entire life, she'd thankful she usually looks like she expects something terrible to happen, so when she actually does think something terrible's about to happen, it's not too unusual.

Sharpshadow flanks Snowlark, the prickle of her pelt mostly unnoticeable thanks to her fantastic trait of never being able to have a nice looking pelt. It seems the cats they've stumbled across today are a new mentor and apprentice pair. Her gaze flickers to the darker form, a little less filled out than their mentor. They looked like they could very well be a ShadowClanner themselves.

Snowlark is looking to scare them, apparently. ...Or maybe he just wants to share fun facts, assuming "fun" in this instance means makes-you-wince. Sharpshadow has been able to understand this guy less and less as they've aged. And— that's weird. He suddenly feels weird acknowledging that he's known him for his entire life... Sharpshadow's expression turns grim. A pinched look is angled at her Clanmate for just a moment. " We uh, we don't know. " She tells the apprentice. " There's... there's a chance the Twolegs managed to help him, but... " It's unlikely, is left unsaid.​

 

[Bonechill.]

*+:｡.｡ Bonechill doesn't care much for idle border small talk. It feels like a waste of time, no matter how brief. Still, the pale-coated warrior figures he ought to assess his soon-to-be opponents as best he can before the battle. Stepping up on Snowlark's other side, the stone-faced ticked tabby stares at those whose pelts will soon be scoured by his claws. He considers their well-toned muscles, Thrashpaw's curious eyes that denote intelligence, yet how quick they are to bristle at an enemy approaching. But apprentices could hardly be considered opponents, not for him, anyway. Still, he'll have to encourage his younger siblings to go after this one - his skittishness could lead to their success. The idea brings him little relief, unable to stand the thought of his siblings's fates during battle.

"We've survived worse" his cold voice breathes steam into the air. The words feel hollow; their intention to uplift Shadowclan's members and strike fear into their enemies is entirely childish. He licks his teeth, uncomfortable with breaking his habit of silence, especially for such a thoughtless reason. He can't deny the words were mostly for himself.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 10/4/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☠ Shadowclan — warrior
  ☠ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ☠ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☠ Son to Ferndance x Needledrift
  ☠ Littermates with Bloodwing, Shadewhisker, Splashdance
  ☠ Half-brother to Gigglepaw, Morelpaw, Branchpaw
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☠Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☠ Attack in bold #738171
  injuries: None currently

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[MAPLETUFT]

As she brings Lavenderpaw on a border patrol between just the two of them, she doesn't expect to stumble upon some of her other gathered clanmates, nor does she expect to stumble upon a pair of Thunderclanners on the other side of the border. She's not the happiest to see them, but willing to keep the peace, she utters a simple greeting. "Good day, Thunderclan..."

Snowlark is more than willing to put the fear of the thunderpath in the apprentices heart, speaking of Magpiepaw. Her ear twitches just slightly, she hasn't thought of that in... quite some time, to be honest. She lets out a breath, a half-sigh, eyes squinting as the small apprentice responds in short bursts, seemingly hesitant. Sharpshadow responds that they don't know, but Mapletuft remembers it clearly... And in all honesty, she has little hope that Magpiepaw did survive at this point. Surely, if he had... They would have seen him by now, wouldn't they have? She closes her eyes briefly, letting that little sting simmer within her chest for a moment. But then again... Wouldn't our medicine cats have seen him, if he was dead?

Bonechill responds that Shadowclan has survived worse and she has to agree; bears running through their territory, destruction in their path, a thought that makes her visibly wince, unwilling to let herself relive the day of her daughters death. She turns to Lavenderpaw, her voice threatening to shake despite how she tries to keep it strong, "Lets head out, we still have a couple more stops to mark until we can call it quits for today." her mouth is dry and it hurts to swallow as she gives the Thunderclanners a begrudgingly respectful nod, turning back in to the underbrush and disappearing within.

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖨𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 *•.🍁.•* 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

• @LAVENDERPAW | quick in & out :-)
• ❥ mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 53 months
  ❥ shadowclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring lavenderpaw
  ❥ long-furred chocolate torbie/cinnamon tabby chimera ʚ♡ɞ elegant & flowy
  ❥ "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[LAVENDERPAW]

He's admittedly confused by the cordiality between his Clanmates - as begrudging as he is to call them that - and the pair of ThunderClan cats. Then again, one of them looks younger than him. He squints curiously across the Thunderpath at the young cat, noting the wariness in his vivid amber eyes. Does he know he lives with a murderer in his Clan? At least, that's the word in ShadowClan's ranks.

Clan politics are so complicated... he's glad he doesn't have much to do with them at his age. If only that could last... they'll expect him to play this game once he's older. Another point against the strangers he's expected to call allies.

With a sullen shrug, he follows silently after his mentor as she ushers him along.

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• LAVENDERPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, six moons
  ⭃ a small, spiky-furred black smoke tom with odd eyes and low white. he's resentful of being dumped at shadowclan's paws by his nonna, and avoids his new clanmates as much as he can, but in truth he's a compassionate young cat who romanticizes the world around him. he holds a deep fascination with birds of prey. ic opinions, he is in his pre-teen angst phase and it will get worse before it gets better.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

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