this ain't a scene - thunderclan dusk patrol

[Flamestar]

Thankfully the trip to the border had been uneventful. The boars didn't seem to be in this part of the territory today, so that was a relief. Any time they managed to slip through the forest without stumbling upon those foul creatures was a blessing from Starclan. The final patrol for the day emerged from the undergrowth, and even though she didn't mind conversing with most of Windclan, she hoped all would go well and they would be finished up soon. It had been a long day, and she couldn't wait to be in her nest. The fiery tabby flicked her tail in dismissal to the rest of her patrol, trusting Little Wolf and Silverlightening to behave without a warning from her. They were two level minded warriors, and they could surely keep their apprentices in check. She stopped to mark a tree, and gazed towards Windclan's moors. The sunset seemed to ignite the sky above, turning it into beautiful shades of deep red and orange. While she couldn't ever imagine living somewhere with no trees, sunsets seemed to be more beautiful there. Perhaps that was why they enjoyed it so much.

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@LITTLE WOLF @Silverlightning
apprentice tag @Acornpaw. ​

 

[Cloudedsky]

( ♬ ) A change of scenery is all it was for her, a break from the tunnels that normally shrouded her in a bit of darkness. The choice of a tunneler had been bestowed upon her by her mother, a job that she eagerly had taken and was none other than proud to be a tunneler. A daughter that followed in her mother's footsteps, a daughter that wished for nothing but to make her guardian proud. But, Cloudedsky would be a liar to say she didn't thoroughly enjoy to be out on the open and roam the land that stretched before her, rolling hills and open space. A chance to breathe in air that wasn't stagnant nor smelled of soil and mildew.
The sun sets over the horizon, ready to sink into a nightly slumber before rising again the next day and repeat the cycle. The brooding clouds that had shrouded the open sky had now moved on, taking swift gales along with it. All that remained was a billowing breeze, ever present that danced around the whisps of her fur. She glides through the grass and heather, ashen tail curled over her broadened frame and pays no attention to the encroaching forest cats that arrive upon the borders. The sky is cloaked in a vibrance of reds and yellows, casting a fiery glow upon the open land and it is a sight to behold. She saunters along the shoreline of moorland, to her left marked the darkness of the oak forest and soon a fiery pelt creeps into her peripheral. Another brisk wind pushes downwind, bringing with it the smell of sugared sap and sharp scent of leaf litter. The bi-colored warrior would angle her helm towards the group, sunburst eyes lingering rather lazily upon them. Of all the clans, at least ThunderClan was the most cordial—yet she still held a certain dislike for them thst she did for all the clans. All her inferior, all were below the mighty gale of WindClan.
Despite her interior thoughts, the young woman would falter in her steps when the group appears after the blazing molly. A shadowed warrior much like her aunt, a gangly silver tom, and a young apprentice that's accompanied them. Long whiskers would twitch once, a slight flare of a blushed nose; finally, she would tilt her head in a small dip of greeting. "ThunderClan." Is all she would say, tone is cordial and cool though guarded as ever. "I hope the forest is treating you well."
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( You should see me in a crown ; I'm gonna run this nothing town )

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

Shadow-and-sun pawsteps trail behind Cloudedsky as the younger tunneler approaches the ThunderClan border. On the other side, she recognizes Flamewhisker—a lead warrior and a mother as well, and one of the only ThunderClanners she thinks are halfway worth acknowledging. "ThunderClan," she repeats after Cloudedsky, the frost-covered greeting melting only slightly under a burning gaze. She looks to the black cat, then the other two, and remembers Howlingstar’s words at the gathering.

"Have the boars left your territory yet?" She inquires with sincerity, golden eyes narrowing. She remembers well her days spent living underneath the thick canopy, but she does not recall ever seeing any boars. Truly frightening creatures, they are, and she wonders whether ThunderClan plans to somehow send them in the direction of WindClan’s territory. She’s wondered the same about ShadowClan—are those scum-eating snakes willing to bait a bear over the border and onto the moorland? It makes her nervous, with her kits beginning to get out and about.​

[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[SOOTSPOT]

Not too long after Cloudedsky emerged, her three-toned brother soon followed. Lingering behind her as he plucked the last remnants of damp soil from between his toes, the white-tufted ears of the tunneler twitched as greetings were first made. He recalled the last time a ThunderClan patrol had been on their borders, things had been... odd, in part due to Ghostwail. With the albino no longer present, and a Lead Warrior also overseeing them, it was no small relief that tensions would not escalate between another clan on this day. Spitting out small specks of dirt, Sootspot slinked closer, finding a spot by Cloudedsky's side and craning his neck to match her height. The moors smelled stronger than ever, or was that just ThunderClan? His nostrils flared as he tried to determine it, a polite smile creasing upon his maw as he did so. He squinted at the setting sun, the dark rings around his eyes little more than decoration as he angled his head away from the peaking rays. "Hello again, ThunderClan," he made a face as if recalling a memory, and gave an even larger dip of his head in greetings than Clouded had. The mood was amicable, he did not mind trying to one-up his sibling with such a trivial atmosphere surrounding them. "I hope the forest is treating you very well." Clouded would understand his game, he didn't know if ThunderClan would though.


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[Badgermoon]

Tunnelers were weird, even the ones which pretended to be normal most of the time. Only Scorchstreak and Sootstar were normal, by his estimation, and even they were on thin ice: who wanted to spend all their time underground in the first place? Badgermoon cast an odd look at Sootspot as the young tom tried to one-up his sister, confusion flicking briefly over his face, before turning his attention to Flamewhisker. The deputy offered her a smile - he knew her vaguely, perhaps better than any other non-WindClanner. He even liked her, at least marginally - she and her mate often led ThunderClan's patrols, and they were always cordial. "Hi, Flamewhisker." he greeted the ginger she-cat by name, pressing his paws against a lichen-capped stone and waiting, with interest, for the answer to Scorchstreak's question.​

 

[Silverlightning]

War weighin' on my heart but I can't fall

As the territory gives way into thinner undergrowth he casts a cursory glance over his shoulder. Silverlightning's gunmetal gaze falls upon Mousepaw, its tone analytical as he made note of how his apprentice reacted during the patrol. The warrior's plumed tail waves in tune to his steps as he directs his attention forward once more. With the scent of windclan emerging, he breaks away to mark thunderclan's side, listening in silence as greetings come forth. A small cordial nod is offered, but nothing more. While one of their patrol inquires about the boars he takes a moment to focus on a dirt covered tunneler. He personally found it odd how they spent their time underground. There were a few caverns that lined his old home in the mountains but he never would have thought it possible for a cat to dig under foot like the rabbits they feast on. "Well enough." Silverlightning voices lowly, never one to give away too much, choosing to leave most up to speculation. Pivoting on his paws he turns back around to his apprentice. (@MOUSEPAW ! apprentice tag) ​

Seekin' shelter from the storm on this blank road​

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[Acornwish.]

ACORNKIT — the cow jumped over the moon .
Acornpaw sticks close to Apples side, cinnamon dipped paws hardly touching the forest floor as she hurries to keep up with the taller molly.
Being an apprentice is strange, and the realization that she’d have to move from the nursery had been a bitter one- but she was able to leave camp now.
It was terrifying at first, the last time she had been farther than the ravine had been when she tumbled down it, on the run from those awful two-legs and the gaping jaws of their beasts.
The breeze is a sudden slap against her face, and Acornpaw has to squint her eyes while she adjusts.
Her mentor strays from their formerly straight route, and Acornpaw makes a small note at what the flame-colored warrior is doing… marking the border, right?
Acornpaw cannot open her mouth to ask her question quick enough before cats emerge from the other side of the border.
Their tiny, as if they were made of twine and fur, and their faces are much too narrow for Acornpaws liking.
She shuffles back over to Apples side, wide eyes flickering between each new face with j hidden curiosity.
"speech"

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