the PLAGUE || Just a normal patrol :)

[Mountainheart]

((I AM HERE TO SPREAD THE PLAGUE. MOUNTAINHEART IS SICK AND AND WILL BE PASSING IT ON TO THUNDERCLAN.))


Mountainheart despised greenleaf. It was always so HOT. And with his fur? UNBEARABLE. The air only hurts his throat more, and he's desperate to get this over with. The sun is high in the sky as he leads his patrol to the thunderclan border. He regrets not eating before heading out, but he hadn't been hungry at the time. He is able to ignore his hunger- Which if anyone had noticed, he hasn't eaten properly in at least three days. Tiredness grips him, but he presses on. There are things to be done, and as one of the more stalwart built cats in the clan, he feels it's his duty to watch the borders.

He looks back to his patrol once they reach the border, and motions for them to get to work with a smile. He'd much rather not speak with such a sore throat. Setting to work himself, he begins rubbing his face on a tree, choking back a cough that threatened to come out.

He remembers telling Sweetybee he would go talk to Dawnglare if things got worse, and he starts to wonder if he's nearing that point. The heat and his improper eating are all adding to the increasing delirium he's been feeling. He figures it will go away after a drink and a meal, afterwards. His throat... Is another story that he will figure out later.

(( @flowercloud. but no need to wait for them! ))​

 

[flowercloud.]

Flowercloud seemed to never talk about herself. She didn't want to bother anyone with her grumpy mood. She just wanted others to be happy.

The large maine coone knew the annoyance from the heat well, but now bundled with was a strange scratchy feeling in her throat. Neither her nor MountainHeart spoke much at all. Her stomach twisted in hunger, but no grumbling noise came from it. So, rather, she didn't take it as she was hungry, just stomach pains.

They begun yesterday, and she did not want to bother Dawnglare with such feeble sicknesses when there are others who may need the herbs more. She had no problem with the other, but she was always so... self-sacrificial.

And the amber point would ignore it, her head dipping in response to MountainHeart, and moving to mark their border as requested. Green eyes would squint from the sun shining bright overhead, watching for Thunderclanners to approach, expecting it even.

She was very not in the mood to deal with them today.

 

[OWLEAR]

He knows tiredness too– and even still it is far, far different from what SkyClan brings to their borders. @STORMPAW follows behind him on another patrol, the ceaseless search for prey as their forest healed from the boars. Most of it is well on its return to normal. And yet...he is not certain that he ever will be. She nears her warrior name now, and Owlear knows she can take care of herself. She does not need him to take such desperate care of her. Why, then, does he do it anyway? The older warrior cannot help but turn around her, almost as if to shield him from the approaching patrol. Violence would not come to them again. StarClan, they could not take more death. (He has seen so much in his moons that it begins to blur.)

"SkyClan," the senior warrior calls out with his typical smoothness. "Is everything well with you?" Not pausing for a conversation, he too leans a little closer to mark the border they share. If he brushes a little too close to the pelt of an irritated SkyClanner, surely nothing would come of it.

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  ──── owlear. senior warrior of thunderclan. cis male.
  ──── approximately 90 moons old, yet still youthful.
  ──── pansexual and single,   though with past flings.
  
  ──── a chocolate tabby with long, thick fur and a broad-shouldered build. despite his age, he is still a strong, imposing tomcat with clear, attentive eyes. though they are a muted hazel, they seem to twinkle with silent wisdom and a warm, deep-seated joy.
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[STORMFEATHER]

After reaching her ninth moon, Stormpaw feels more confident in going out on longer patrols, staying alone for longer, and apart from her lacking skills in tracking, she believes she has the marks of a good future warrior. Owlear does not know that she had snuck out once with Lightpaw, and another time with Patchpaw. Still, she keeps on good behavior, not out of a feeling to make him less suspicious, but out of guilt. The senior warrior was the closest cat she had apart from her mother and father and she respected him greatly.

Her view is obscured suddenly by his feathery frame and Stormpaw looks up in confusion. She was too late to scent the SkyClan but she can see the two cats—unfamiliar ones.

"That's a strange noise you made." Stormpaw quipped, watching as Mountainheart almost seemed to make a strangling noise as he rubbed against the tree.​

 

[✧ Sleekserpent.]

♡​♡ MOM AND DAD THINK I SUCK AT LIFE ♡♡​

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sleekpaw & 06 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they & thunderclan apprentice ​

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Despite hoping for a normal patrol, the boy is skittish in his actions as he skirts about - trying his best to focus on the task at hand. But she'd heard bad things lately, of skyclan trespassing, of some of her clanmates nearly coming to blows over it. They just want a peaceful patrol, want to do their job and nothing more - like the good child they are. Baby blues glance back at their mentor briefly, before mimicking the others - scent marking the boundary as best he can. And then mountainheart makes a choked sounding noise, like a wounded creature almost, and sleekpaw grows concerned. "Are... you alright?" she questions gently, though she's uncertain if the query will even be welcome.

— they hoped i'd be rich by this time ♡

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: @KILLDEERCRY ; mentor ping
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• — a small and effeminate apprentice with pale pinkish cream fur and baby blue eyes. sleekpaw comes across as quiet and aloof towards most, though he shows a softer side around the nursery queens and his mentor. she seems to care little for anything outside of training, apprentice duties, and her appearance. they seem strangely silent on the topic of borders however, and even shiftier about anything concerning cross clan relationships.
  
  — physically easy && mentally hard
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=mistyrose]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[Shinebug]

When he’d learned he’d be going on patrol, Shinepaw once again slipped the mask of competence over his features as flame-tinted fur walked silently alongside his clanmates. With such a long pelt, the heat held no kindness in its heart for him. However, any wishes for cooler weather were the last thing on his mind.

A small mind still had trouble differentiating between the clans - which were friend, which were foe. Was Skyclan the one with the crazy lady? Or were they the kittypets? Not knowing and too afraid to ask, Shinepaw assumed the worst and kept his mouth shut. Stalking towards their shared border, the shaft of sunlight was noticeably (and uncharacteristically) more on edge than the others in the patrol, ironically sharing more in common at the moment with Flowercloud than anyone in his own group.

It was all the boy could do to stop himself bolting away at the strange noise the big one makes. “…Maybe they’re thirsty?” he offers as Sleekpaw makes her concern apparent, though it is clear from the shakiness in Shinepaw’s voice that he doesn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth.​

 

[flowercloud.]

An ear flicked as they commented on MountainHearts noise, which to her sounded like an uncomfortable sound. Made her uneasy, but she herself wasn't well either.

"Skyclan is doing fine... " Her voice is not the honey laced softness it usually held, and had a slight rasp. Long fur snagged and pulled off onto a tree she rubbed her side against, a golden puff remaining still attached as she quickly pulled away a couple pawsteps backwards.

Green pupils slitted as a brown tabby male would brush just a little too close to her. "Mind your space," she utters with a low voice. "Please."

There was an abnormal irritation in Flowercloud manner today, and she did not mean to take it out on the Thunderclanner. An inhale before pulling forward to another tree. "I hope Thunderclan is faring well?" She asked, forcing a polite conversation.

 

[Mountainheart]

He's not surprised he has worried some cats. He tried his best to hold those coughs back, but it backfired and made it sound like he was choking.

He gives a reassuring smile. "Dry throat. The warmer moons are not kind to me." He explains. His voice is softer than usual, a little more hoarse.

He'll certainly stop for a drink on the way back, that's for sure.

"All is well in Skyclan." He says, agreeing with Flowercloud.

He almost wants to ask about Rabbitnose and Badgerstrike, how they're doing and how Rabbitnose's family is, but his throat is much too irritated for such conversation. Besides, he's sure they're fine.

He's got other things to worry about that he's not fully aware of yet anyways. Other cats are noticing his behavior now, and he decides here and now in his head that he'll visit Dawnglare after a short rest​

 

[BASILWHISKER]

⋆⍋ The warriors on this end seemed to overlook to border so often recently, Basilwhisker pondered quietly if they would find another set of paws on their side today. He is pleasantly satisfied to see the warriors have remained on the side of the pines, and silently the pointed tom sat across from the tree that Mountainheart pressed himself into. Basilwhisker was not keen on dirtying his fur with twigs and dust when several of the others got right to it.

Mountainheart's rasping breath felt hot, hotter than the summer rays, sending the younger warrior back a few steps. An agitated flick of his tail was the only inclination of his distaste before he relocated a bit further away from the rasping tom.​

 

[Cloudyfur]

CLOUDYFUR / 14 moons — up in the sky A sharp sound from the other sound of the border drew Cloudyfur's attention, and she turned to stare at a Skyclan tom with wide eyed concern. Was he okay?

She let Owlear lead the talk with the other clan, him being by far the senior warrior to her. Though when one of the other patrol's number returned his question she offered the answer. "Thunderclan is doing well too." She told the Skyclanners with a small smile.

Her eyes went back to Mountainheart as he spoke. "Oh! I hope your throat feels better soon." Cloudyfur told him, eyes shining with worry. She couldn't imagine suffering like that every warm season, it sounded terrible. She wondered if there was anything that the Skyclan medicine cat could do for Mountainheart's heat aversion, but she thought better of asking as much.

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[leopardtongue]

Border patrols were the main patrol Leopardtongue enjoyed. She liked that they were usually so similar to each other, and usually not as hectic as a hunting patrol could be. They mainly were the same: go to the border, mark the clan's scent, and leave. If there happened to be another clan doing their own border patrol then they all chat for a little bit, hostility hopefully not as evident as it could be on the WindClan border. SkyClan was Leopardtongue's favorite border to mark. Despite recent slight hostilities with the two clans due to the crossing of borders, many ThunderClanners were still cordial with the other clan, and she enjoyed the less hostile environment. She wasn't over friendly by any means, but enough to not let tensions raise higher than they usually were.

"It is good both clans are doing well," The warrior would speak, corners of lips tugged slightly upwards as she spoke towards the SkyClanners that were marking the border with them, [color=8d971e]"Hopefully Greenleaf begins to treat you better."[/color] Small words she exchanged with Mountainheart, words she may eventually regret.

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• "speaking" // thinking // action
  Leopardtongue - 32 moons - she/her - ThunderClan - warrior
  MEDIUM physically // MEDIUM mentally
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