PAFP Meeting a heartbeat without harmony ──✩°｡⋆⸜ meeting & patrols

[loonstar loonstar]

juniper

"and this time, she won't be forgiving"​​

already the wind feels sharper. the ground is less forgiving with every rough landing from a frostbitten perch. it's a haunting reminder of what this time of year had meant when it had last reared its ugly head. and a warning not to let history repeat itself. there is a nervous anticipation that coats the back of their throat, like an itch that you just can't reach to scratch. it becomes an annoyance at first... then it lurches towards driving you mad. she clambers up onto the half-fallen trunk that demarks the entrance to her den, looking out at her clan as they crawl from the warmth of their dens (or what little warmth they can find; another issue to be addressed). they will become demoralized soon, if the fear has not already set in. "Good morning ThunderClan."

it is a gentler start, a still-frame moment where she almost looks like Juniperstar again, if not for the redness that circles dull turquoise hues. "Owlbark will be organizing patrols after I've gotten through my announcements. We have a lot of work to do to prepare for leaf-bare so you'll need to be well-rested from here on out. I won't hear excuses for being late to patrols, slacking on training or chores." firm, like a steady trunk in a howling breeze, but not yet bristling with thorny growth.

"I've had my guards oversee the status of some of our apprentices. We feel confident that some of them are ready for the freedom that comes with warriorhood-" she struggles not to betray her excitement by glancing directly at their successors. but it is hard.. and it is a bravado destroyed in the catching of Boarpaw's eye. "Boarpaw... Sandpiperpaw... and Flurrypaw, step forward." Boarpaw had been soft, a boy tempered by affection and compromise more than anything. she saw so much of herself in his trepidation and only hoped he wouldn't stumble into the same unwelcoming arms she'd found time and again. Sandpiperpaw, another of Magnoliapeak's apprentices and no less capable than Flickerdance... and Flurrypaw... vastly younger than his peers and talented beyond his moons.

"The moons ahead will be difficult... but I have no doubt you're ready to take on their challenges as warriors. Boarpaw... I stand before you as not only a proud leader, but an even prouder mentor. Today, you are Boarpaw no longer... I name you Boarthorn. Your strength, outside of just the physical, comes from your perseverance. Hold onto that, stay devoted to what you care for." quickly, she unseats herself to stand in front of her former apprentice, struggling to reach to press her nose to his cheek in congratulations before turning to the next.

"Sandpiperpaw, Magnoliapeak has trained you well... but your wit is all your own. No longer an apprentice, I name you Sandpipersong! Your determination will carry you far, don't forget to slow down and admire all you've won." the chocolate molly rests her nose briefly against the new warrior's forehead, drawing away with a small nod of approval before finding her last subject. hardly grown out of too-long limbs... cheeks barely carved into sharper planes than kitten fuzz would allow. but still... resilient. smart. ready. "Flurrypaw, you are young but capable.. and I would commend you as a warrior, knowing yourself to be equipped with all the skills you need to thrive. I name you... Flurryvale. You've proven to pick up on new skills exceptionally quickly, adapting to what's new without hesitation. Your loyalty shows itself in your work ethic..." a final, gentle touch against his temple before he too is unbound from being another cat's shadow.

she steps back, admires the three of her newest warriors and listens for the cheerful celebration of her clan before finding Owlbark, lips falling slightly into a dutiful sort of frown. "We will be attending the Gathering this moon again, I will announce my decision on who goes at another time... For now, please turn your attention to your deputy. And keep each other safe."

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• -- congratulations to @Flurrypaw @Boarpaw and @sandpiperpaw !!!
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[OWLBARK]

The chilling air whined through the sheer sides of their gorge camp. It complained of the oncoming barren waste their territory would become. Owlbark was used to this song in his moons, and still shuddered at the haunting song. He was grateful to see the clan heard it too. They gathered at their leader's call with looks of apprehension and alertness to her words. The older cats had experienced leafbare before, and he was ready to whip the younger cats in to shape so they did not face the hardship the colder times brought.

He wound his way through pelts to make his way below Loonstar, sparing her only a glance. He had not found the time to speak to her after their altercation. Business discussions occurred, but he felt as if the ice of their relationship had cracked under pawsteps. It was becoming a splintering mess ready to shatter. He was unsure how to move forward without plunging into an unknown. For now, business. No more.

"Boarthorn! Sandpipersong! Flurryvale!" he called with the chorus of his clanmates. Owlbark was relieved to have more competent paws to help gather prey and herbs. Three more warriors who have proven that they are capable of holding their own. It was all he could ask for. StarClan above he hoped it was enough. These three will be busy tonight with being new warriors. He'd give them a break from patrols for today, as a gift.

The deputy rose and shook his pelt at his leader's dismissal. He shot back an equally distant gaze to Loonstar before turning to his clanmates. "Right. Like Loonstar said, we have a lot of work to do, so I won't tolerate any slacking or delay on these patrols."

His eyes moved through the crowd to land on a familiar lurking figure. "Blisteringfury. Please take Seafoambelly, Thunderflash, and Cinderstep to ShadowClan's border. This is intel. I expect to have a report of their border and any cats you see on your return," he huffed. He would not let Sablestar's clan slink around in their eponymous shadows while their eyes were turned to other clans.

Owlbark then looked one of his Storm Guard with a polite nod. "Ghoststrike you will be taking Stagwhisper, Midnightfrost, and Flickerdance to the RiverClan border. They seem to be eyeing our territory with expectant eyes, so regard them cautiously if they show face. Otherwise, I expect a hefty prey haul from you all." He gave a specially long look to Flickerdance, remembering the rushed information she brought to the council. Let her intuition guide her paws if things turned out how she assumed. A small test to amuse himself and possibly dig into Loonstar's flank. His own pelt prickled at the shock of how badly he wanted his leader to feel remorse. Interesting.

He shuddered away the thought and looked languidly to another Storm Guard. "Magnoliapeak, I trust you to take Brindlefeather, Graybird, and Grizzlypurr to our border closest to WindClan's border. Eye for some warm nesting materials for the nursery. Any extra will go to the elders. Thank you." After his run-in with the current batch of kits, he knew they would grow to be strong-spirited warriors. They had to live through leafbare cold in order to get there, though.

Last, and not least in the slightest, Owlbark looked to Copperstorm. "You'll be taking Gingerflame and Nightpoppy to the Four Trees to gather prey. You may run into SkyClan. Do not engage with them. They have proved unstable and quick to anger. I'd like to preserve our strength for more important matters than petty squabbles, please." He nodded once more before raising from his position. A single flick of the tail dismissed his clan to got their ways.

"Hazelheart," Owlbark meowed, stopping the Stormguard with a touch of his tail yip before she could depart. "You'll be joining Loonstar and I to collect herbs with Rowanpaw. I want to understand how we stand on herbs before moving further into the cold. Understood?" He had no knowledge of herbs or what stocks looked like, but he wanted to be around those who might when he chatted with Roawnpaw. He also hoped to ease the medicine cat's distrust in him. Having familiar and more cordial faces would help with that, right?

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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  SHADOWCLAN
  @BLISTERINGFURY (Lead)
  @Seafoambelly
  @THUNDERFLASH
  @Cinderstep
  
  RIVERCLAN
  @GHOSTSTRIKE (Lead)
  @Stagwhisper
  @Midnightfrost
  @FLICKERDANCE
  
  WINDCLAN
  @Magnoliapeak (Lead)
  @brindlefeather
  @Graybird
  @grizzlypurr : ̗̀➛
  
  SKYCLAN
  @Copperstorm (Lead)
  @GINGERFLAME
  @Nightpoppy
  
  HERBS
  @rowanpaw (Lead)
  @OWLBARK
  @loonstar
  @hazelheart
  
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[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Copperstorm lifted his head, fresh scars still marring his form, faint reminders of the battle that had marked both his pelt and his heart. A moon had passed since his father's death, yet the ghost of Coalstrike still seemed to stalk him through the trees. Sometimes, in the hush between wind and leaves, he could almost feel the brute's gaze on him, from the corner of his eye, from the shadows beneath the pines. Nonsense, of course. Just his mind playing cruel tricks. Coalstrike was dead. Gone. And surely, no star shone in StarClan for a cat like him.

Not even the kits he had with Jadethorn would mourn him, hm?

The phantom whisper slithered through his mind like ice water, and Copperstorm's muscles went rigid. He forced a slow breath through his nose, shaking his head hard, as if to banish the thought. No. Coalstrike's cruelty would never be inherited, never passed on. His other litter had been spared that shadow, just as Copperstorm had fought to escape it himself. When Loonstar's voice rose across the clearing, his attention snapped forward. His tail gave a flick, tension easing from his shoulders. The ceremony had begun. And then Boarpaw's name was called.

It was time.

Pride swelled in Copperstorm's chest, pushing away the dark weight that had clung to him moments before. His son... His boy... He was standing before the Clan now, strong and steady. He stepped forward, a broad smile curling his scarred muzzle, and drew the young tom close, brushing his tongue affectionately over Boarpaw's ear, smoothing a bit of fur there before pulling back with a smile. " I'm proud of you, son. " he murmured, voice rough but warm. Then he nudged him toward Loonstar with a flick of his tail.

He sat back, golden eyes bright as the name rang through the camp, Boarthorn. The sound of it struck something deep inside him. He joined the yowls of approval, his voice cutting through the chorus, not just for Boarthorn, but for Sandpipersong, and even for Flurryvale, though a faint unease stirred in him at that last. Was he ready yet? His whiskers twitched, but he said nothing. That was for Loonstar to decide. When the ceremony faded into routine, he focused as Owlbark stepped forward to deliver the patrol orders. Copperstorm's ears pricked at his own name being mentioned, leading a hunting patrol toward Fourtrees. Neutral ground, but never a place to tread carelessly.

" Understood. " he replied, dipping his head respectfully before glancing around to spot Gingerflame and Nightpoppy. A competent pair, this would go smoothly. And perhaps... A good chance to test Thistlepaw's focus. " Thistlepaw... " he called softly, motioning for the apprentice to step closer. His tone was calm but firm, the voice of a mentor who'd seen enough recklessness for a lifetime. " You'll be joining the patrol. But remember, keep your cool. If we meet SkyClan cats, let us handle the talking. They're not worth your temper, understood? " He paused, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his muzzle. " Save that fire for the hunt. "

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BRINDLEFEATHER ──

thunderclan | forager​

Another moon, another meeting. Brindlefeather is among his Clanmates as they all gather to listen to Loonstar speak, though he himself is sat right next to Gingerflame near the back of the crowd, their pelts brushing. It seems they're always attached at the hip lately...

Chestnut eyes sparkle with pride as he watches the apprentices be named into warriors - Boarthorn, in particular. The young cat has been through a lot as an apprentice, and he certainly has promise as a warrior of ThunderClan. He cheers the names with a sing-songy voice - "Boarthorn! Sandpipersong! Flurryvale!"
With the graduation over, there is little time wasted as Owlbark moves on to announce the patrols. It seems that, this time, he'll be patrolling the WindClan border with Magnoliapeak. Lovely - he was hoping to congratulate her on her apprentice's graduation anyway, though he doesn't approach her quite yet. Instead he turns to Gingerflame with a vaguely pouty gaze, clearly sad that he got put on a different patrol.
"You'll be careful if your patrol sees SkyClan, won't you? I don't want you to get hurt." Of course he's sure that goes without saying, but he really just wants Gingerflame to say himself that he'll be careful on the patrol.

maybe we'll turn it all around 'cuz it's not too late

it's never too late

• ooc:
• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

Sitting there, looming above the rest of his clanmates, the oversized apprentice could scarcely contain his excitement. In the last moon, Loonstar had diligently been watching Boarpaw's progress in his training, watching him spar, hunt, patrol the borders like they were second nature--well, they were by now! His mentor had been busy, careful to care for their clan and in the last moon mourning Serpentberry. There was no ounce of resentment in their heart for their mentor's plight, but it was still evident to the apprentice that she really did care, especially as when her gaze fell upon him, there was the twinge of a smile she stifled to maintain her presence before the clan as she called him, Flurry and Sandpiper forward.

But, before he did, someone else caught his attention, a gentle rasp of his ear like he was a kit. Turning to see the only cat who could manage such a feat anymore, he was met with the warm smile of Copperstorm. His eyes shone with joy, and his purr uttered pride. Boarpaw couldn't stifile his own joy as he gently nudged the huge tom with a purr. "Thank you, Papa." It was impossible to hide his smile as he stepped forth and stood beside his two peers.

He towered over the both of them, Flurrypaw seeming extra small, but he wasn't one to question Loonstar's decisions. Instead, he careened his head to watch his mentor as they spoke, a smile tugging at his own maw. It was hard to miss the quiet thump of his tail as his name was called, eye glittering as he was gifted his new name. Boarthorn. There was some small ache in his chest with it, sharper than he, but it felt like a memory to the cat Loonstar once was, the thorns of a Juniper. But even so, if that cat was long gone now, he would be just as dutiful a warrior as he was an apprentice.

The tom bowed his head to meet Loonstar, a purr in his throat as she gave him his warrior name. Just quiet enough, the warrior muttered to his once leader a promise. "I will make you proud, Loonsthtar." Boarthorn smiled to his mentor as he stepped back and watched with a smile as his clanmates were given their names. Sandpipersong. Flurryvale. Pride whirred in his chest. In the face of so much strife, they had persisted.

A chorus of their names rang out, and for once, Boarthorn felt a pride in the light. They had worked hard for this, for the honour to protect a clan that had taken him as a scrawny little kitten on the tail end of leafbare, and now, he was to face his first leafbare as a warrior. His eyes glittered; there were so many cats to tell the good news, Iciclepaw and Shimmerstone especially, his dear friends across the watery expanse.

A smile settled upon his maw as the meeting ended, mostly tuning out the patrols as he had been dismissed from them for now, following his graduation. But, that didn't mean the tom didn't immediately think of ways to fill his time, hunting extra and looking for comfy bedding for Dewshine as she grew closer to kitting every day. This moon would be one he wouldn't ever forget, and Boarthorn grew more and more excited for the future with every passing day.

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BOARTHORN He/They, Thunderclan Ranger, 12 moons.
A long-haired, blue ticked tabby tom with a prominent underbite, blue eyes and growing vitiligo.
mentored by Loonstar // mentoring no one
littermate to Saltpaw // sibling to Leveretkit
Copperstorm x Dewshine // parent to none // mated to no one
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTEMPTED ACTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

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At the call for a meeting, Blisteringfury begins to slip into the crowd with the rest of his clanmates and finds a comfortable spot that isn't too crowded or forcing him to be shoulder to shoulder with someone. His whiskers quiver as he watches Loonstar call upon a trio of apprentices, his eyebrow quirks when Flurrypaw is summoned amongst their peers especially since he's younger than both Boarpaw and Sandpiperpaw, and he has to bite down on his tongue to refrain from uttering a word. He supposes that it isn't his place to judge which apprentices are ready or not, the patchwork tom can't help but spare a glance in the direction of Owlbark, and he wonders what must be going through the mind of the deputy.

He's quick to remove his emerald gaze from the other as he listens to the names given to each apprentice... Flurryvale, Sandpipersong, and Boarthorn. He has doubts when it comes for the youngest of the group but the other two, he knows that they would be ready for leaf-bare, and they'd make sure that their clan didn't become terribly hungry. "Flurryvale! Sandpipersong! Boarthorn!" He chants along with the rest of his clanmates in celebration of the newest warriors of Thunderclan and he falls silent immediately at the mention of patrols, his usually narrowed pupils widening when Owlbark calls upon him to lead one of the patrols, and his muscles tense when he hears which clan he would be going towards. Shadowclan.

"Very well, I will not disappoint." Blisteringfury offers only to grimace inwardly knowing that by going to Shadowclan's border that he risks running into their rather unpleasant neighbors and a certain face that he doesn't necessarily wish to see. Shit... The patchwork feline turns to those that had been assigned to his patrol and his serpent-tail flicking to the side, he gives a curt nod of his helm in their direction, "I want all of you prepared... we'll be leaving soon."

ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?

BLISTERINGFURY

THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/IT​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone

venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.