STUCK IN THE SOUND [ ☽ ] THUNDERCLAN PATROL

[WOLFWIND]

Wolfwind struts toward the border, her apprentice – both former, and current in tow. This would be Emberpaw's first official patrol, and one of his first excursions towards ShadowClan territory altogether. This is what some may consider a learning moment, and she was keen to take advantage of it. " Smell that stench? " she asks her apprentice. Fresh as he was, and without the experience; surely any cat could clearly distinguish the scent of the Thunderpath. " That's the Thunderpath. " It'd be coming into view now, the scent of asphalt only stining her nose further the closer they get. " When you smell it, you should always be on your gaurd. Twoleg monsters may race across it at any point. When the ground rumbles – you know they're coming. "

" On top of all that, the Thuderpath marks the border between us and ShadowClan, " she continues on. " On top of all that, the Thuderpath marks the border between us and ShadowClan. You might think: Would they really ever steal from us, with a whole Thunderpath's worth of effort to cross in between us? Well... if ya' tilt your nose, you'll spot the tunnel " she points out, nodding in the direction of the river, where it dipped down to pass through a strange, twoleg - made tunnel dipping beneath the Thunderpath. " ShadowClan hangs around there, sometimes. They may pass by on nights of the full moon. Otherwise, keep an eye on em' " She instructs lightheartedly. It's not like she expected one to streak across to ThunderClan territory right there and then. " They haven't bothered since Leafbare though, and back then they were led by a maniac. If you're lucky, you won't have to deal with that, " she tells him. " Feel free to say hi, too. Though they aren't the friendliest sort, " she flicks her tail towards the border, eyes narrowed in the prospect of seeing any familiar faces.

OOC ✨ 9.5.2023 BET MY MONEY ON A STUPID HORSE, I LOST THAT

• OOC: with patrol members @EMBERKIT. @Sparkwing & @GRIZZLYJAW

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• [ SO I RAN OUT TO THE TRACK TO GET MY CASH BACK ] WOLFWIND THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR! MENTOR 2 EMBERPAW; KIN 2 MANY.
  —— SHE / HER, CONFUSED BY BUT NOT OPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 22 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 1ST.
  
  FRIEND TO MANY! UPBEAT AND UPFRONT. MOVES THROUGH LIFE WITH AN UPBEAT EXTERIOR AND BRIGHT EYES. MAKE NO MISTAKE! TAKES HER JOB VERY SERIOUSLY. THERE'S IMPORTANCE IN SAFETY, RECKLESSNESS ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR. ONCE A FOOL, BUT NO LONGER

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[GRANITEPELT]

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XXXXXAs if summoned, a green-eyed demon materializes in the darkness of the Thunderpath tunnel. Few ShadowClanners willingly enter it, as it has come to represent being displaced from their home, but he’d wanted to monitor the passing ThunderClan patrol without being spotted. The cat at the forefront—blue-gray, wild-eyed—makes a point to gesture toward its opening to a tiny cat beside her who could only be her apprentice. “ThunderClan.” Granitepelt tilts his head, forest-floor eyes burning with interest. He recognizes the she-cat—she’s one of Howlingstar’s lead warriors, though he doesn’t believe they’d formally met. He is now her equal… at least technically, anyway.

XXXXXHe turns to whomever had followed him into the dank, damp acoustics of the tunnel. “Ensure the border is marked thoroughly here.” Though he says nothing directly, the insinuation is plain—so ThunderClan doesn’t get any ideas to trespass. His voice is sharp with new authority, still stiff from disuse. His gaze never leaves the cats opposite him on the Thunderpath.

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[Sparkwing]

Sparkwing pads along with his little sibling and former mentor proudly, he was so happy that one of his little siblings got Wolfwind as their mentor. Wolfwind was the BEST mentor, and he was sure Emberpaw would become a great warrior under her, just like him. Being able to walk the forest with them brought him joy. He got to show Emberpaw all the cool stuff. Like mushrooms. Rocks. More funny looking bugs. Holes. All the wonders of the forest were Emberpaw's to explore now!!!

Like the Shadowclan border and the thunderpath.

"Never ever step onto the thunderpath." Sparkwing says, adding onto Wolfwind's warning. Nothing good happens on this strange stretch of stone. He's heard enough horror stories.

Wolfwind continues to dispense her wisdom, and Sparkwing nods along. The tunnel was where Shadowclan seemed to stay when things were bad. He remembers the bears they mentioned, and how they were forced to stay in this tunnel for their safety. He also remembers how Thunderclan so kindly let them stay on their territory until the bears left.

"They're lead by Chilledstar, now. They're considerably less insane than their last leader." Sparkwing says. "My GREATEST NEMESIS was a Shadowclanner....We had a MIGHTY BATTLE last leafbare. It's how I got this scar!" He says, greatly exaggerating the actual fight between him and Poppypaw. He wishes she hadn't died, especially....The way she did. He doesn't know the details, just that she perished to bears. In his mind, she was brutally mauled.

His ears twitch at the voice of a Shadowclanner on the other side of the tunnel. What was his name..... It was Gr....Something..... " Hello, Shadowclan!" He shouts, purposely loud to make the tunnel echo.​

 

[TAZ STORAGE UNIT]

Having offered to help during the meeting, the tom was even more prevalent in patrols. It hadn't changed much in his routine, but nowadays it seemed he was hitting every single one. Dawn or dusk, he rose to the demand, ignoring the screaming of his joints and scarred pads.

Bound by promises and structure, it called to him even when he felt brittle and exhausted. If this was the case for him, then it would also be the burden of Ptarmiganpaw. He had awoken the small tom shortly after eating and demanded their attendance.

Slowly, they both trudged after the grizzled pelt of the new lead warrior. Judgement and disinterest were filtered by Lilycrest's mind as he decidedly kept quiet. He wasn't willing to spark a conversation, nor did he desire to play along with one. Rather, he kept pace with his apprentice, pointing out interesting spots in the territory as they were led to the tunnel.

He aimed a gentle brush of his tail to the kit's side as encouragement to follow him into the massive hole. Assuredly, he'd keep a watchful eye out for any rats or monsters and minded his apprentice's every step.

At the intruding scent of ThunderClan, all thought was cast aside, and a low growl bubbled in his chest. They disliked the loud-mawed fanatics, and certainly didn't envy their atrocious stench. Sloshing through the tunnel's wet floors, he paused at Granitepelt's feeble orders. Lip curling with distaste, he proceeded to find the previous markers. Swishing his tail to encourage his apprentice to do the same.

Just as he hiked up their leg, it slammed back down in surprise.

A monstrously loud voice vibrated his sensitive ears and caused their body to hunch in pain. Embarrassment, fresh and fiery, bloomed across the ragdoll's face as he steadied himself upwards again. Not wanting to appear meek to his subordinate, he decidedly calmed himself.

Sucking in the static air, he appeased the fiery rage inside and mewed to his apprentice. "Just as Granitepelt warned." Tilting his head in their direction on the opposite end. "Those buffoons you can smell and hear are ThunderClan. If they steer clear of our territory, give them little to no attention." A grimace contorted his mug but he felt no compulsion to entertain the Thunderclanner's.

// apprentice tag @Ptarmiganpaw​

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[Briarthorn]

BRIARPAW — hello, my old heart.
Briarpaw knew of Thunderclan, though her knowledge on anything past their marsh-laden border was extremely limited, admittedly.
Oblivious to the painful memories attached to the tunnel, Briarpaw entered the damp and dark space with ease, if she were to be wary the tom that led them inside would be to blame. Despite her distaste for his children, she felt sorry they had him as their kin, he weirded her out.
A foreign voice trills from the other side, and Briarpaw tilts her chin up to get a better look on the small group of cats, but she cannot quite hear what they are saying over Granitepelts words.
Silently, Briarpaw only nods, following his instructions with an ear still slightly turned in the Thunderclanners direction.
Hello Shadowclan! Chimes an oddly chipper voice, catching Briarpaw’s attention.
What a strange group of cats.
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