Open Event Border ThunderClan WindClan always looking in the mirror ──✩°｡⋆⸜ proposition

[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

treating the other clans like they were nothing more than children in need of leashing had proven unsuccessful. for all the faith she placed in Sablestar and his ability to maintain control, the unruliness of those who followed him had proven more impressive than his confidence. they had stolen... scurried across borders they shouldn't have... been dishonorable. selfish. Owlbark could crow in her ear as much as he wanted that this was a glorious waste of time but it would not budge her will, stubbornly trouncing through the sparse woods of ThunderClan, passing through the great oaks that had once housed the Colony. once housed her love... her life... her ears flatten against her skull as they pass through, making no cheery commentary on the good weather, the speed of their journey. it had taken time... but it was time worth taking.

it is the first time she'd been struck with the sight of the shifting meadow grasses since she'd sprinted through in the dead of night towards the Highstones. it awakens a pain that cannot be cured by medicine. she ignores it, scouring the horizon for the sight of silhouettes. they have to be out here... and she wouldn't dare cross their scent markers for fear of setting the wrong precedent. however... her deputy had made it clear he had been less than forgiving when he'd met this clan himself.

nothing to be done about it now... just hope they are more amicable when faced with ThunderClan's leader who had not raised her claws against them yet. The sight of ears above the tall grasses is enough to ensure her someone is here to listen... "I am Juniperstar of ThunderClan... I'm here with a proposition... if you're willing to hear me."

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• juniperstar leader of thunderclan eight lives remain

  ignore me

 

[Copperstorm]

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

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The morning light spilled gently across the forest floor, casting long shadows that stretched ahead of them. The day was still young, but already Copperstorm felt the weight of its length pressing gently at his shoulders. He walked in steady step beside Juniperstar, eyes momentarily flicking to her as he drew in a quiet breath. Then, softly, he brushed his flank against hers. " ...Whatever happens from this point on... " he murmured, voice low but warm. " You're doing good, Juni. "

It wasn't praise, not exactly. It was steadiness. A grounding truth. And a reminder that she didn't carry everything alone. He offered a soft blink, a faint nod, before putting some space between them again, his gaze drifting back to Boarpaw. The young apprentice was still sluggish with sleep, blinking slowly, tail dragging just slightly. Copperstorm felt a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth. He knew the trek ahead would be a long one, even for a warrior.

But Boarpaw was no ordinary apprentice. He was massive for his age, built like the bear he'd been named after, and there was a quiet determination in him that couldn't be dulled. So Copperstorm stepped back toward him, brushing his tail gently across the apprentice's flank in encouragement. " Come on, Boar. " he said softly, leaning close. " This'll be a long trek, but a good one. You'll see all kinds of territory today. So watch. Learn. Observe. "

He gave a quiet nod, eyes warm but sharp, before his voice trailed off again and silence reclaimed him. As they crested a rise, the breeze shifted and the scent of moorland drifted in. WindClan. Copperstorm's gaze sharpened, scanning the tall grasses. They were out there, just hidden by the swaying blades. Watching, waiting. He said nothing more, his posture straight, expression unreadable.

Yes... This would be an interesting day.

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[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

It was nothing but an average border patrol, that's what Merrystalk thought at least. Chattering idly to Sparrowpaw and his fellow cats joining him to refresh the markers. It was a pain to make sure every apprentice had a warrior to take them out of the camp, but then again, he was one of the cats to vehemently agree that all apprentices be joined by a warrior. There was still a bitter taste on his tongue, having failed to protect Dustystar, he wouldn't allow a failure like that again, not when the apprentices only had one chance at it all.

Which is why he was taken aback by the presence of cats on the border, Thunderclan, a scent he knew too well following the fight Gorsepaw and Maremane had stumbled into. He didn't want to jump to assumptions, steeling himself from rising his hackles as he took a steadying breath and smiled at the strangers.

"Aye, there somethin' goin' on cause two leaders on our boarders in the same moon sure ain't a coincidence." He hummed, trying to crack a joke, though it seemed these cats really did have something important to say. "'m Merrystalk, Gale Guard of Dustystar 'nd Windclan, I can have some 've my patrol head back to bring her here if you'd like to talk with her."

Same sort of script, ironic how he was here again. He hoped this time it was better news than their own allies allegedly stealing from Riverclan herb stocks. It wasn't like he had the time to think about or meddle in these other clans' petty issues; he had his own clan to help, especially after both he and Dustystar had been attacked out of nowhere so close together. Maybe they had answers or something else entirely.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 29 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
  #9D6E46

 

[sassafraschill]

SASSAFRASCHILL, 31 moons / windclan moor-runner
a pale blue tabby with scraggly fur and a large shoulder scar
sister to honey, mate and parent to none
a scrappy cowboy who feels he has something to prove. stupidly stubborn with hotheaded tendencies.
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The trek for borders would not be so agonizing if it were not for the face that stood in lead of it. Sassafraschill had fallen uncharacteristically quiet and he kept sharp teeth at the tip of his tongue. His eyes stared off for anything else- the feel of a sunwarmed breeze on his pelt, the shrilling buzz of a cicada distantly. Something that sounded better than the pulse in his head that told him to say whatever he had come to mind. He wanted to believe ditching Coldpaw to fend for himself had saved him from simmering over the top, and while he would never admit it, it was an ugly lie. He had lost the excuse to break off from the patrol for some aimless lesson instead.

Sassafraschill had tuned out the patrol so hard that Merrystalk's call to attention barely registered. It wasn't until he saw it himself shortly after, and the pale tom straightened up quickly as he looked between the ThunderClanners.

"Gimme a few shakes." Sassafras muttered and quickly veered off from the patrol to collect the fire-bitten leader.

@Dustystar