TUMBLEWEED // ThunderClan patrol

[BLIZZARD FANG]

”Er… sorry for taking us through that burr patch.” Blizzard Fang is apologizing to his patrol as they arrive at the scent lines. His own fur is covered head to toe in the spikey seeds. He knew that patch had been there but on his way into the border he had fallen embarrassingly disoriented. Sometimes he wasn’t as sharp as he use to be… and the only guess he had was older age. He promises them all he’d help them pluck the seeds from their pelt when they returned to camp.

For now he begins to spray his scent along a couple of nearby stones, not even bothering to listen for a WindClan patrol. He wasn’t about to allow a clan led by young cats with a taste for blood to intimidate him. If they show he would partake in small chatter, might as well keep them in ThunderClan’s good graces. StarClan knows they’ve had enough trouble!

// @LITTLE WOLF @Hollow Tree

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 08 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Unlike many of his clanmates, peri has never truly understood the tensions between clans. A pacifist at heart, he's always hated the way every issue seems to be solved with violence. They're all cats after all - shouldn't they be saving their energy for more serious dangers like hawks and foxes and starclan knows what else? Besides... those he's met from outside windclan had been nice enough - except for skyclan.

As he arrives at the border, clear blue gaze is curious as he views the other patrol - but his awareness of @Bluepool being nearby keeps him silent. He does not yet trust his mentor - does not know her stance with on their forest dwelling neighbors. He has no wish to be punished for another slip-up. He settles instead for a nervous wave of his tail and a nod, rubbing his scent along to marker line, his candy sweet scent mixing with the normal rabbit-stench of his clan. Just another border patrol - hopefully nothing will go wrong.

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[MOORBLOSSOM]

Moorpaw's front limbs move in a topsy-turvy fashion, and they cross over one another with an elegance that was more-so imagined than genuine. She gives her best rendition of the butterfly she'd glimpsed mere moments before, flying through fictitious skies between the gaps of her patrolmates. Her mind is still budding, far too young to be preoccupied by the going-ons which trouble her peers. Heck, Periwinklepaw always seems to be bothered by something or other. It must be so tiresome, worrying all the time!

The graceful flapping of her wings takes her up to Periwinklepaw's flank. "I'm a butt-fly!" she boldly proclaims, only to make a stylish leap seconds later. Her flight lasts for all but a fox-length before she lands in a patch of moorgrass. A couple of quick licks to clean the dirt from her paws ensue, though she finds herself caught unawares by a mystifying scent that lingers nearby. It's an odour almost insulting to her senses, like a wicked mixture of heathenry and indecency. Emerald eyes lift from the ground, and they jolt wide open upon seeing what lies ahead.

"Well, if it isn't SkyClan!" erupts the wee she-cat, glaring daggers at the unknown faces. What cheek they have to verge on WindClan's borders! Don't they know their clan sucks? Swinging her noggin over a shoulder, Moorpaw tries to pick out @TIGERFROST's face in the group. "If they cross onto our side, I wanna get the ugly one!" Silently, she wishes for one of the strangers to violate the border's integrity. It'd be a pleasant opportunity to show her mentor her ass-whooping skills!​

 

[TIGERFROST]

TIGERFROST ♂

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WINDCLAN / LEAD WARRIOR
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH

HEALTH: ████████████████████​

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The scent of ThunderClan is at least more tolerable than that of RiverClan. Fish-stench had always been pungent, but the smell of oaks and woodland undergrowth reminds him a bit of the marshes. Tigerfrost steers his own patrol to the border, re-marking the scent lines just as ThunderClan appeared to be doing. No trespassers as of yet... and no trouble brewing. At least not until Moorpaw speaks up with a rather challenging statement. Of course, nobody on the other side of the border is going to take the youth seriously, not at her size. They'd probably be more inclined to laugh.

"That would be ThunderClan." The Lead Warrior reminds gruffly. He is not unkind in his words, but the thunderous tone that is customary for the tabby still leaks past his fanged jaws, despite the amusement glittering within his eyes. Tigerfrost does not acknowledge the other patrol beyond that, focused on getting his own work done. If Periwinklepaw and Bluepool wanted to chatter, that was their choice, but the Lead Warrior had a job to do.​

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[RAGWORTPAW]

Ragwortpaw has burrs stuck all over her pelt, especially on the moppy fur atop of her head and her lush chest fur. She’s hardly bothered by this, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth as she moves to mark the border. She stares across as WindClanner’s begin to trickle in, particularly at the young black and white she-cat who claims they are SkyClan. Ragwortpaw shakes her head, ”No. Silly. Silly.” Then she begins to roll around in a patch of clovers.

//yeah i have two ocs here because her mentor is here ok!!!!!!​

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Spoiler: RAGWORTPAW | TAGS

( secondary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· RAGWORTPAW, female — she / her
╰ ‣ named for her health & strength at birth .
╰ ‣ 7 moons . ages on the first
╰ ‣ thunderclan apprentice . loner born . believes in starclan


╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, oak and maple trees , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue furred . long-hared . a very furry head, chest, and tail


╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝​

EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Hufflepuff, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Kind-hearted . Honest . Loud .Justice-seeking . People-pleaser . Gullible . Empty-headed . Humorous
╰ ‣ Though she is all brawn and no brain, Ragwort tries her best and carries a bleeding heart to all whom surround her. She takes the role of "big sister" with her siblings and friends, never failing to have their backs, take care of them, and defend them when needed (sometimes even jumping the gun). While she doesn't offer the best emotional support (not due to a lack of trying) she gives the best hugs and is great at giving cats distractions with her shenanigans.
╰ ‣ finds minimal difficulty relating to others . wears a bleeding heart


╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· GRIME x CINDERFROST, sister to toadpaw, prowlingpaw, hollypaw
╰ ‣ unknown sexuality.
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

 

[LITTLE WOLF]

"It’s not a problem" She says in reply to Blizzardfangs apology. Sure the burrs would be a pain to pick out later but Little Wolf is ecstatic that her first time back out on a patrol is with her sister and a cat who she trusts almost as much as her own mother. Hopefully that was a sign that everything was going to go well, other than the burr incident and that they would all be safe and fine and that WindClan wouldn’t start any trouble. She trusts all the members of her patrol not to, at least.

She turns her head to her apprentice, making sure she is keeping up. She wants to ask her what she remembers about WindClan, what they were most known for, but before she can there are cats here and talking to them and Little Wolf bites her tongue. It wouldn’t do for her apprentice to say something like “they are most known for almost getting obliterated by StarClan at the gathering” as funny as that would be she is not certain they would appreciate it.

A black and white kit, around the same age as her own who had just graduated from the Nursery calls them SkyClan and Little Wolf cannot help the light chuckle that escapes her throat. Another cat is quick to correct her, and her own apprentice calls her silly then continues to flop over and roll around in a patch of clovers. "They are right, little one" she informs the small black and white apprentice "we come from the oaks and not the pines" she wants to say more but who knew if Windclan would accuse her of trying to mentor their apprentices or not. They were so different from the cats she had previously known in the marshes.

"Come along Ragwortpaw" she calls to her apprentice after what she feels is a more than adequate amount of time allotted for rolling about "We should keep moving if we want to be home before moon-high!" she hopes to be back in her nest long before that. Hopes to even be home in enough time to hear about her kits first day as apprentices and maybe even share a meal or tongues with her family before bed. ​