border WATERY GRAVES \ mentor + apprentice

[TWITCHBOLT]

RiverClan, finally... the ache of travelling was beginning to settle into his paws, but this was their final spot- and one fo the easiest scents to differentiate. Twitchbolt's fur bristled a little as they got close, an instinctive shudder that regarded anyone who wasn't born SkyClan. It'd disappear in time, though- and he did his best to shove it, smother it somewhere... he didn't want fear to be traced on him, only wariness. Candorpaw being careful around other Clans, no matter how nice they seemed, wouldn't be bad practice.

As they neared the river's edge, Twitchbolt took a deep breath before casting wide-set eyes to the young tom, beckoning him closer. "What can you tell me about RiverClan?" he asked him, an expectant glimmer in his eye. Within his words was buried another question, the true one... is there anything their scent can tell you that you didn't already know. Any observation Candorpaw would make, Twitchbolt would be willing to hear- tattered ears swivelled to attention betrayed that fact.

Later... later he'd be sure to give Candorpaw some type of reward. This had been a long, hard day... they wouldn't all be like this.

\ with @CANDORPAW but no need to wait!​

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[CANDORPAW]

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By now, even he has grown tired... even the mightest of warriors sometimes grow weary, it is true... What would seperate him from the ordinary, is that he keeps going despite this. He would visit every Clan, if Twitchbolt said that he would... He would go all the way to Highstones! He would... The apprentice utters an uncool " oof! " as he stumbles over a jutting root. He thanks his practiced posture and natural - born warriorness that he didn't eat dirt in front of RiverClan...

He recovers quickly, however! Twitchbolt's question demands an answer. Candorpaw gazes out to the lapping river and the stones they crashed against... he's tempted to test his skills of balance by leaping across their surfaces... Could he use them as stepping stones? Leaping from one to another...?

" I know... they like to swim. " he mews. Candorpaw wasn't sure even he could brave that dark, watery expanse. But if SkyClan asked him too... he supposes that he'd do anything. ( though he thinks this with a small, contemplative frown. ) " And, I think some of them are sick. Or have... really strong sneezes? " he suggests, recalling the rivery - smelling cat from the gathering.​

 

[valesight ➶]

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It's perhaps just a little bit embarrassing, to eavesdrop on the casual teaching of another mentor and apprentice across the gently babbling river... and hear that the most easily identifiable part of his clan's culture is decidedly the thing he hates most. Swimming is actually more like a death sentence... Valepaw has yet to have a positive experience dabbling in such affairs and even had the misfortune of being rescued from drowning by a den-mate he didn't even particularly like!

At least... it's SkyClan today, that he has to wander past and pretend not to hear.... WindClan is of a far nastier attitude lately and after his last encounter with a canine nearer the ThunderClan border, this is the far safer option. Dirt and sand colored pelt turns to offer a greeting wave of his tail, plumy and dry from a distinct lack of swimming.

"Uh... hey there!" He curses himself for the awkwardness of his gesture, glancing back at his patrol-mates with a nervous need for reassurance. "You been... climbing any trees lately?" If they wanted to hash out hobbies, that was something SkyClan liked to do right?​

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[Moonbeam]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. SkyClan's border was Moonbeam's favorite, there was no threat of death from the gorge and the smell of the pines were much preferable to that of ThunderClan's own forest scent and the conversations if she were to want one were much less tense. Even if they were not friends per-say SkyClan was the friendliest clan to RiverClan among the three that bordered them - always had been - and despite her distaste for kittypets within the clans her trip to SkyClan's camp had been a learning experience and she had more of an understanding on why SkyClan allowed the kittypets within their clan as warriors.

Usually she'd expect a patrol of quite a few cats to be along the borders instead of just a pair, but she paid no mind to the size of the patrol as she was sure they meant no ill-will, especially with just the two of them. "Hello!" The white medicine cat would purr across the border in greeting, eyes looking to Twitchbolt and Candorpaw for just a moment before they glanced back towards her own patrol as Valepaw spoke. It came out awkward but she couldn't help the smile that rose to her face at the question as the slight nod came of her head. Small conversation was common across the borders. "It's good to see you Twitchbolt, is this your apprentice?" She'd never had a proper conversation with the feline but she knew they knew of each other, having passed by in a few gatherings, the announcement of the other becoming and then stepping down from the deputy position in her mind.

"I hope prey's been running well." She wished that on all clans, or else they'd end up like WindClan; breaking codes to try and get the food they needed.

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 14 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; mated to beefang
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[TWITCHBOLT]

The second he heard Candorpaw trip he doubletook, but the tom managed to stay on his feet. Scruffy ears swivelled to the sound, wide eyes found the tom, and lit with some glitter of amusement, as well as satisfaction. "I can't say I've ever got the sicky-scent... you're better than me already," he encouraged, though concern froze to concrete in his chest. Were RiverClan sending sick cats to the gathering?

There wasn't much time to think on it- as with ThunderClan, it didn't take long for the RiverClan to find them. He didn't recognise the cream-splashed tom who approached them, offering an awkward but diplomatic greeting. A twitching tail, tremor in his paws but a steeliness in his eyes, he greeted the Riverclanner with a soft nod of his head. "Yes, quite a few..." his tone was light, humorous, hoarse. "Candorpaw and I are sticking to border training today, though."

Moonbeam, he did know- though he didn't run in circles with medicine cats (on account of their own reminding him in quite a poison-soaked way of his own father), she'd always seemed a friendly face and wasn't proving him wrong. "Thank you, Moonbeam. Yeah, this- this is Candorpaw," he properly introduced the tom, gesturing to his sunrise figure with a paw. "Prey's been well..." besides what they'd lost to thievery, but RiverClan were no strangers to that, apparently. "We're focusing on tracking today, though. And learning about the- the sorts of conversations you end up having on borders." A feeble attempt at humour... unless it was hostile, it was usually just niceties.​

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