who's wrong or right | thunderclan dusk patrol


The dusk patrol had gone well enough so far. Flycatcher had lead them past the ShadowClan border first before making their way to the WindClan border. They had found little rouble at the ShadowClan border and Flycatcher was hoping for much the same here. Things had been frosty with WindClan in recent moons, but he hoped their brief time sheltering on ThunderClan land had eased the tension, even if just a little bit.

"I'm looking forward to when Shinepaw has recovered," Flycatcher mewed idly to his patrol as they approached the border. "It's been a while since he had any training, it will be good for us both to see where his skills are at." As they reached the border, Flycatcher nodded for his patrol to begin marking their territory. "Hopefully WindClan won't give us any trouble while we're here," He mewed, rubbing his head against a bush. As he went about his business his mind wandered to the state of WindClan's camp. They had been the first of the clans to get driven away by the rogues so it would have made sense if their camp had been badly hit. Though he imagined even if that were the case Sootstar would likely say otherwise.

@RACCOONSTRIPE @STORMYWING
 
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Flycatcher's small-talk nearly goes over her head. "Yeah," She replies idly, not entirely focused. Instead, her curious gaze is searching the scrubby moorlands, somewhat hoping to spot a familiar tortoiseshell pelt or perhaps a pointed pelt sprinting after a rabbit. Flycatcher hopes for no troublw; Stormywing finds herself hoping for a reunion. It's strange to spend nearly two moons with the same cats and go right back to borders separating them. She's made friends...she wants to see them.

"Uh- sorry, uncle, what were you saying?" She blinks back at him with a bit of embarrassment, realizing she hadn't been paying attention. She moves to rub against a nearby stone, but once again her golden eyes flicker back to the moors. She searches for any movement at all a little too hopefully.
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The moor-runner had quickly sank into the routine of his Clan once again. No longer wandering aimlessly, waiting, watching the paws of their supposed 'saviors' do nothing for so long. Hollowcreek sometimes still wondered if WindClan could have returned home again if ThunderClan had acted sooner, instead of waiting until they were mutually displaced from their homes.

Hollowcreek brushed it away with a few swipes of his tongue over his paw. They were all home now, lungwort received in their medicine cats clutches. That was all that mattered now.

"Flycatcher., Raccoonstripe" The tom greeted with a respectful nod, glancing over them until his eyes fell onto Stormywing. He hadn't seen her while they were staying in the sandy hollow, and it took a few moments for him to wrack his memories for where he had. Ah, right! "You're one of ThunderClans adventurers, glad to see you returned safely."
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Raccoonstripe follows at his deputy’s heels, flicking a tail for @RAINBOWPAW to pick up their pace. “You’re slower than a half-dead squirrel sometimes,” he mutters to his young apprentice. The scent of the moor hits him in the nostrils, heather nectar and rabbit carried on a brisk, cool breeze. The tabby lead warrior dips his head to the WindClan warrior who greets them at the border. “Hollowcreek,” Raccoonstripe returns, flashing a smile. “I hope Sootstar has recovered without issue.” He refers to the swarm of rats they’d fought together in ShadowClan’s filthy Carrionplace.

His gaze strays to Stormywing. The young she-cat seems distracted by something, though Raccoonstripe couldn’t begin to guess what. “Are you looking for someone in particular?” He murmurs to her curiously.



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✦  .   ˚ .   Seeing the journey cats depart had torn Sunstride's heart from his very chest. To think that the patrol he took that night were there only to say goodbye had plagued him since. That they returned alive and mostly intact is a gift. He had tried to prepare them for the mountain range the best that he could, but there was much to the journey none could anticipate. And he was hardly an expert on working together with those from other clans. In all of their time in the other clans' territories, it is strange: he can't recall who had truly worked with him first. In his mind, there is only Raccoonstripe. It is good to see the other warrior there. His smile is slow but with warmth nonetheless. "She has. Thank you for all that you had done for her. Without your knowledge or courage, things may have been much worse." It is good to see cats that would not see them as faceless monsters of the moor. He is tired of being a rat.
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  • ✦  .   ˚ .   FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  —————————
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    ——  a tall auburn tabby with thick fur and bright glacial eyes. sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond it, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of them. he radiates confidence and self-assured authority.

    ✦ NPC x NPC. DECEASED MOTHER, ESTRANGED FATHER. NO LITTERMATES. MATE TO WOLFSONG. FATHER TO BEARKIT, SINGEDKIT, RIVEKIT, SUNLITKIT, AND FEATHERKIT ——
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It's been hard to adapt to being home again. The moor is still the same; the sky and the stars, too. Sometimes it feels like he never left, and other times...

He's slow to take up residence at the border. With the rising tensions throughout the clan, Sedge feels like he's walking on eggshells to not get on someone's watchlist. Smogmaw, his kits. Guilt gnaws at Sedgepounce's insides something fierce, and he's reminded of that weight as he slinks closer to ThunderClan's patrol.

He spots Stormywing's round face past Hollowcreek's shoulder. She's hard to miss—two moons of close quarters has made them more than just strangers bickering over tree-climbing and rabbit hunting. He expects some terse words between their resident deputies, or maybe a staring competition that might chase everyone back to their sides of the border, but Sunstride's warm, peaceful words catch him by surprise and bolster his courage. If Sunstride can be friendly, can't they all?

When the thought strikes him, he feels a little stupid for it. Stormywing's a friend—he'd be doing her a disservice by prioritizing his reputation over that.

But even he knows that WindClan's not just a popularity contest, so he carries himself wisely.

"Hi," he says benignly; a neutral greeting delivered through a bright, warm smile. "You been recovering alright, Stormywing?" He frowns then, though. A troubled look crosses his face, and he asks, quieter: "...Is Stormpaw..?" What he wants to know, exactly, he isn't even sure.​
 
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If you asked Rainbowpaw what their favorite reoccuring apprentice - thingy was, they would probably say border patrol, though not by an incredibly large margin. He found seeing if he could remember scents and faces much more rewarding than he foundbeing pummeled by Raccoonstripe, though to be fair, he would acknowledge that he was quiet biased in this. He's sure that Raccoonstripe likes pummeling him just fine. It's an opinion they would take no offense to.

Flycatcher muses about his own apprentice. Where Rainbowpaw the proactive sort, he might volunteer that Shinepaw test their skills against him. Unfortunately (for Raccoonstripe), he is not, and so he doesn't. On a similar note, Rainbowpaw finds themselves blinking to attention when their mentor suddenly mumbles to them. " Oh, sorry, " he replies airily, snapped from his thoughts in such a way that he ends up forgetting to sound sorry. Oops. Instead, he notes that this WindClanner is named Hollowcreek. And with a questioning glance, he wonders how this WindClanner knows about Stormpaw.

Ah, there are journey cats amongst them, right? He's no WindClan fan or anything, but that, he finds admirable. And anyone willing to ask about a clanmate... could they really be so bad? Rainbowpaw blinks, realization lighting up blue eyes. " Oh, Stormpaw is good. " he tells them, briefly glancing toward the exchange between his mentor and WindClan's deputy— That's who it was, wasn't it? " She became Stormfeather today, " he adds with a small smile.

With Raccoonstripe's comment, they would glance to Stormywing too, eyes curious, but not prodding. He never wanted to prod.
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  • ( I DO, I DO, I DO ) RAINBOWPAW: Sunfreckle xx Rabbitnose. Mentored by Raccoonstripe
    ✦ he / they ; fine with gendered terms ( tom / boy / brother / etc . . . )
    ✦ currently 5 moons old as of 11/2/2023 ; ages every 25

    warm - faced and bright - eyed, rainbowkit sports boyish features and an easygoing smile. he sports long curling whiskers and a dip of sun - red down the length of their neck. growing into themselves; rainbowpaw is showing signs of growing into an above - average height with a somewhat leggy frame. rainbowpaw is most plainly to be described as kind, his most tangible goals and motives being to make the people around him happy. somewhat aloof when it comes to more complex / outer clan issues. lives in the present first and foremost.
  • this is for cute purposes begone.
 
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Stormywing perks up as a WindClan warrior she doesn't quite recognize addresses her. She straightens her shoulders, stunned for a moment at being recognized on a order patrol - normally, it's one of the higher-ups that's called to by name. "I am," She confirms, nodding quickly. "Thank you, it's good to be home."

Raccoonstripe addresses her and she looks to him with a bit of embarrassment. "Oh, well, not really...just seeing if any of the journeyers are around. Haven't seen them since- Sedgepounce!" She can't help the excitement that lights up her eyes at seeing one of the friends she'd made in the mountains. When he asks if she's been recovering, she shrugs it off, refusing to acknowledge the soreness in her paws after returning. "Psh, it was nothin'! I couldn't miss out on too many patrols and hunts." But with the mention of Stormpaw, she hesitates with a frown. Rainbowpaw swoops in to luckily answer rather optimistically. He fails to speak on her cousin's permanent inability to walk, but does mention her new warrior name and Stormywing nods with a smile. "She's earned her warrior name, after all!"
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"Only making idle chatter, Stormywing," Flycatcher chuckles, giving his niece a small smile at her comment. He didn't mind the slight lack of attention, knowing she would be otherwise good and focused on her responsibilities on the patrol. It isn't long before they are met by WindClan cats. He gives the WindClan patrol a small nod of acknowledgement, listening as Sunstride and Raccoonstrip discuss Sootstar's recovery. Stormywing meanwhile enthusiastically greets another WindClan cat, and Flycatcher recalled having seen him with the cats who had returned on the delayed patrol back with Stormpaw. Speaking of his daughter, when the WindClan asks about her, he can't help but puff his chest in pride when Rainbowpaw mentioned she had received her warrior name. "Yes, she is Stormfeather now. Rewarded with her warrior name for her bravery and courage on the journey," Flycatcher smiled. His gaze flickers to Sedgepounce in particular and he gives him a grateful nod. "I didn't get to say it on the day but thank you for helping to accompany her home."