border TEAL MASK | skyclan patrol

[SILVERSMOKE]

Attending ThunderClan's border had often felt like wrenching claws to the silver tom, whose ability to hold grudges was matched only by StarClan itself. A lifetime had passed since his last border patrol had almost ended in bloodshed, but the comments made to his clanmates were burrs in his fur that he couldn't quite get rid of - it was one thing to hate logically, it was another to hate for the sake of hating. Ogling ThunderClan, he had always thought them to do the latter, never seeking to rationalise, only seeking to destroy. Even their territory seemed to do the same; leaves browned and wilted overhead, branches grew barer and barer, and all the while, Silversmoke felt comfort in the evergreens on SkyClan land. Dusk had swallowed the sun once SkyClan's warriors arrived at the border, as the scents began to intermingle, the tabby turned to his apprentice. "They will despise you," he warned in a whisper, unsure if he was saying that as an authority figure, or as the pseudo-father Crowpaw wanted him to be. They were one and the same, he supposed. "All because they don't like what your mother was.". It made Bobbie's decision to stay behind on the journey all the more baffling - she would not be praised by them for helping an apprentice.

The Lead Warrior muttered close to Crowpaw's ear, "Be sensible, no mouthing off or saying anything that might offend them. If a fight is to happen, let the foxhearts be the one to start it, not you." With that, he moved away to complete his duty. His tail lashed and Silversmoke began to fidget with his paws after each light-footed step. The peace on this patrol rested solely with his apprentice who had seemingly never heard the term, should he protest the sneers of whatever creatures lay beneath the canopy, the spotted tabby would be forced to defend him. Should Crowpaw be quiet, then life was just easier. Bumping his head against a bush, the Lead Warrior proceeded to rub his whole body against his, glare cast upon the thinning undergrowth before him. Tufted ears were kept pricked for any pushback from Crowpaw, so much so he hadn't even given Johnnyflame a second thought, as if he had forgotten that he was supposed to dislike his co-worker.

[ @CROWPAW! @Foxfire @Johnnyflame @Glimmerpaw ]

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[Flycatcher]

It had been a while since Flycatcher had been able to enjoy a patrol with his apprentice. Now that Shinepaw was recovered, Flycatcher was eager to get back into the swing of things quickly. The first few days would be easy tasks, so as not to tire him out, but he was keen to pick up his training knowing he had already missed so much.

The two were engaging in polite chatter when the sounds of voices and a strong smell of SkyClan scent wafted past his nose. "Looks like we'll be seeing SkyClan today," Flycatcher mused, looking as his apprentice before pushing forward. He weaved through a bush and gave a polite smile to the SkyClan cats. His green eyes found Silversmoke who he assumed to be leading. "Hello, Silversmoke," He greeted, dipping his head. "Is SkyClan faring well now that you're back in camp?"​

 

[nightbird]

it had felt like a lifetime passed since she was last able to take duskpaw through the territory. it almost felt strange, most things did these days. nightbird trailed ahead of her apprentice quietly as the skyclan patrol came into view. flycatcher greets the tom at the head of the patrol, silversmoke.

her opinion of skyclan was slightly improved, their deputy seemed competent despite the nearly feral lead warrior that tagged along to the journey. neither of them were here today. her tail flicks, ushering duskpaw off to mark the base of an oak a few paces away as she edged closer to a clump of ferns. a watchful gaze was kept on the patrol leader who's mismatched eyes cut through thunderclan's territory with a glare. what was his problem?

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• NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-seven moons
  ⭃ nightbird is a small black smoke molly with pale silver eyes. a loner turned thunderclanner, her loyalty and drive to provide for her clan is unwavering. however, she is not known for harboring a bleeding heart, instead equipped with sarcastically fueled wit, brutal honesty, and a sharply edged tongue.
  ⭃ 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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[freckleflame]

freckleflame followed flycatcher through the undergrowth, giving he and his apprentice space to do as they pleased so long as he did the same. prey had begun to return slowly to the forest, recovering from the onslaught of power and — plain old hungry rogues. it had been too long since she’d been able to feel the dew stud her paws, feel the twigs snap and soil gather beneath her toes. the air is cool today, and she wanders only a step or two off to taste the air as skyclan border breaches their view.

her patrol leader hollers across the way, and it draws the tortoiseshells head up from the patch of clover she’d been snuffling through. upon the other side of their border was a large tom, one she swore she’d seen before. another brute, another cold glare set upon his face. the girl snorts, drawing close to where nightbird and flycatcher stand, ” whatcha think a skyclanners got to be so grumpy about, anyway? “ she murmurs amongst the small group once she nears, twitching an ear absently. glare going, tail lashing. after watching for a moment the girl grins, turning her head towards the two thunderclanners, ” musta woke up on the wrong side of the twoleg nest. “

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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• 𖦹 . LESBIAN. SINGLE, CRUSHES EASILY. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. FOURTEEN MOONS. NAMED A WARRIOR 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORED UNDER WOLFWIND, PENNED BY ANTLERS !!!
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. fire - forged, smoldering ; shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a well - toned form.
  
  in warriorhood she has grown to full, hulking height ; unspecified maine coon heritage born of sunfreckle's kittypet background shows itself in large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. freckleflame is broad shouldered and square - jawed, wild cheek fur like the blazing edges of a red sun — a hulking, thick - furred thunderclan warrior, forever blaze - kissed. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers, all while bearing a wide, bright - eyed grin.
  
  ——— ˙⋆ — prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.
  
  

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[DUSKBIRD]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   He never thought walking this territory would hurt again. It reminds him of the early months of his apprenticeship, when his paws were still soft and his limbs still kittenfat-heavy. Though the lean strength remains, moons of wasting away in a nest have made him...weak. He hates the thought. Duskpaw refuses to show it. He shoulders his way through the undergrowth with intensity creasing his brow. Right behind Nightbird. Where he belonged. Where he hadn't been for a lifetime. Everything had changed, and although he forces himself back into those same routes– it feels like this territory should have changed too. But having to learn it again on top of growing his strength would have been too much to handle.

The apprentice barks a small laugh at Freckleflame's words, unable to properly stifle it. He'll leave the actual conversation to Flycatcher; though he respected the clan well enough, it was filled with those who would seek only to fight against ThunderClan. He hadn't learned to appreciate them the way the journeying cats would have. "Got kicked out of the house without second breakfast, maybe," he mutters.

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

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• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  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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[WOLFWIND]

Yeah, she's more than happy to leave diplomacy to Flycatcher, for now. It was something he was great at, relative to the mouthier leads, anyhow (And yes, she acknowledged herself as guilty). Freckleflame is quick to comment on the lead warrior's demeanor, and Wolfwind finds herself snorting alongside her and Duskpaw. " Silversmoke, " Wolfwind comments. Both as a name her apprentice ought to learn, and just for the sake of her on lil' comment. She's never spoken to him directly, but she's seen him at a few gatherings. Looked just the same, when she did. " Always got burrs in his pelt. Bet it's too cold out here, n' the twolegs wouldn't spare any extra furs. "

She didn't have a thing against any of these folk, but that didn't mean she was closed off to prodding. She thinks its more indicative of friendship really, that she make jokes at someone's expense rather than claw their ears off. Reality could be much worse. She waves her tail at the passing patrol beside her murmurings for ThunderClan ears.

OOC ✨ 10.25.2023 BET MY MONEY ON A STUPID HORSE, I LOST THAT

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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 23 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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[Shinebug]

While Shinepaw’s sickness had gone, it seemed being cured had robbed the cat of some of his sense (which was already in short supply.) When Flycatcher had told him they were to walk the border with Skyclan, all the apprentice could think about was if those he’d met in Shadowclan’s medicine den were alright. It was the first time the apprentice was genuinely excited to see cats from another clan, naively hoping that war with the rouges would have brought them all together as friends. Instead an icy glare colder than leafbare winds would greet him.

Shinepaw was going to call out in greeting, but Flycatcher’s professionalism and the way the others seem to step back tempers his impulses, and instead the apprentice stays silent, trying to look stoic next to his mentor even as concern for the strangers he’d met was writ large across sun-drenched features.​

 

[CROWSIGHT]

Maybe he should cuff Silversmoke because that is not how you start a conversation. It doesn't take him long to realize that his mentor is referring to Thunderclan, but he isn't sure they would look at him and despise him immediately. They would be stupid then. From his observation of Thunderclan they seemed a bit snobby. They weren't bad. Just not his cup of tea, or maybe he just interacted with the wrong cats. For now, he gives his mention a small nod to indicate that he was paying attention. Then, his mentor makes the mistake of bringing up his mother. Whiskers twitch in irritation. His relationship with her was complicated. The notion that Thunderclan would hate her for who she was fills him with glee and anger all at once. Glee that his mother would experience suffering, but anger that he would be judged because of her. It wasn't fair. Why should they despise him for his mother's actions? I don't even look like her. They wouldn't know at first glance. I doubt she even spoke about me in the first place.

It appears that Silversmoke is not done with him. This time, his mentor is telling him how he must behave. How annoying. He must play nice with them even if they insult them. They would only be allowed to raise a claw if the Thunderclanner's started it. With a forced exhale he mews, "Okay." Eventually Thunderclanners draw near and begin speaking to them. Well, his mentor to be precise. They jeered his mentor for his unfriendly face. Silversmoke this is getting hard. With each comment his whiskers and ears would twitch in frustration. Play nice. For Silversmoke. At this point he bears a glare similar to Silversmoke's own. For his own sanity he looks over at Shinepaw with a glare. Forgive him, he's still rather frustrated by the other cats words towards Silversmoke.

"My name's Crowpaw. What's yours?" There. He could control himself. As long as Shinepaw didn't say or do anything stupid that got on his nerves than they would be in the clear. He doubts that the other would manage to mess up something as simple as saying their name.