SkyClan Journey I'M WALKIN' 'ERE = [ open | walking ]

[batwing]

☆ He wasn't bothered so far- but he was sure some of his clanmates were. The journey so far had been... tedious, getting everycat into rhythm. He had done his best to ensure some didn't get left behind, but he had moved back towards the front of the proverbial pack, ensuring his apprentice was on his paws. Green eyes swept over their clan, worry worming into his every pore. Would they be okay? Would cats manage to keep after them, or were their weaker cats going to lag behind, slow them down too much? No, that isn't fair.

His eyes swept back forward, smiling quietly at the other patrol leader that had been named- @Mousefang. They were going to have to work in tandem, splitting up the territory in front of them as they went, so maybe this was the best time to talk about it. "Everything going okay so far?" He started the conversation first, stepping close and moving at the other's pace. "I was thinking we could discuss how we're going to work the patrols out." He asked, ears perked towards the other.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ IN YOUR WAKING MOMENTS ☆ I WILL BE THERE

• "speech"
  // mentioning mousefang but this is open to all, no need to wait!
  

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• BATWING AFAB he/him, WARRIOR of SKYCLAN, twenty-seven moons.
  ☆ A tall, agile, blue and black pelted tom with bright green eyes. Extremely talented at climbing and cracking jokes when most needed.
  ☆ mentored by npc / mentoring no one (currently)
  ☆ npc x npc / no mate currently
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Campionpaw]

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There was a hunger for normalacy he didn't quite know how to put into words. The farther and farther they walked, the more restless Campionpaw felt. It took everything in his power not to constantly check over his shoulder. Home wasn't going to be there anymore, he didn't need to keep reminding himself of that. Odd, how he hadn't been gone from his twoleg nest or his clans' one in very long yet...already he felt a little homesick. It gelt so weird walking through unfamiliar territory when at this same time he would've been out on patrol with his mentor, sniffing under the same boring long or checking behind the same familiar bush for any scrap of food or intruding scent. He wished he'd taken more time to appreciate that log and bush. He hopes they're doing okay.

Luckily, his melancholic thoughts are broken when he overhears Batwing up ahead. Quickly, the bow skitters over to the older tom, unable to help himsefl he meows, "

Are you assigning patrols? Can I go on one?

" He's practically begging, eyes wide with hope. Anything to keep busy and the fear at bay!

 

[Asphodelpaw]

SO BURY ME AS IT PLEASES YOU, LOVER​

While they may share blood Asphodelpaw has found themself unable to be as active in comparison to their littermates. Especially Bumblepaw, he is ceaseless in activity and if it wasn't for the fact that she's bound to her mentor they're certain that she would be outpacing them all. Instead they get to be further ahead of the crowd, alongside Batwing, even if there's a noticeable wheeze coming from the seal point they act like that hasn't happened at all. Doing their best to ignore any concerned look that may stem from their mentor because of it, they're nothing if not stubborn. There's a thunderous rumble in their veins, the excitement of the journey causing a spark of adrenalin within them. "Do you think we'll see anything cool?" They wonder out loud, not aiming to speak with anyone in particular but blue eyes seek out the form of their mentor regardless.

They're travelling alongside the thunderpath, eyeing off the textured asphalt of the thunderpath. Far enough to not cause harm but they know it's there, a looming threat and a comforting friend. Part of them hope to see some carrion abandoned there, maybe some remnants of a bird. As morbid as the thought is they find comfort knowing that wherever they're going there will be a source of food there. It's early days but they're hopeful. The voice of Campionpaw draws their attention, in tandem they look up to Batwing with equally as pleading eyes. Not joining in verbally but there is a silent plea, as isn't uncommon for the apprentice to do.

 

[Zuko]

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Zuko wouldn't say he was disappointed to be stationed among the queens and kits and elders– it was important to keep the clans vulnerable safe, and he considered it an honor to be trusted with it alongside his mentor. But as he overheard the chatter coming from up he couldn't help but hope they'd have the chance to join in on a patrol here and there. It was likely going to be the only time any of them had for actual training while out here, and Zuko wasn't keen on falling behind in his training because his mentor wanted to play 'good citizen' the entire trip. "Will we be joining any patrols, Duskpool?" he asked as he nudged a straying kit back toward their mother as fiery eyes flickered toward Asphodelpaw and Campionpaw up at the front near Batwing, just a bit envious of the fact that they'd likely be getting called on more than him since Duskpool had been assigned other duties.
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skyclan apprentice - male - brown/orange tabby chimera ​

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[SPIKEPAW]

"Ooh! I wanna go!" Spikepaw pipes up as he overhears the warriors discussing patrols. Getting to break off from the main journey party and explore some other parts of the environment surrounding them certainly sounded more interesting than just walking in a straight line as they'd been for what seemed like forever. Hopefully Starlitpath would agree.

The black tabby's tail waves excitedly, though he adds quickly afterward, "But, uh, on Batwing's patrol. No offense, Mousefang." Spikepaw flashes the son of Coffeestar a slightly nervous glance. Not that Mousefang wasn't cool in his own right, but Batwing was more fun to be around. Put Zukopaw on Mousefang's patrol while you're at it. They were both similar, all stoic and serious. The mood-killers would be better off on a separate patrol.

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖

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  — spikepaw / 8 moons / he/him pronouns
  — apprentice of skyclan
  — sh black tabby w/ low white and green eyes, small scar across right brow
  — click for tags

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[Celandinepaw.]

'CAUSE I'M A GIVER, AND A GIVER
IS A BAD, BAD THING TO BE ​

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celandinepaw & 06 moons & female & she/her
skyclan apprentice

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Despite her worst fears, Celandinepaw fins she is actually keeping up well with her clanmates. Sure, her pawpads ache something fierce - she spends more time rasping her tongue across them to soothe the irritation these days then she does grooming the rest of her golden pelt - but she's yet to really be a burden. Limbs carry her swiftly, if a bit awkwardly - no matter what her parents say about 'gowing into her limbs' she finds her paws are still just a bit too-big for the rest of her; but she keeps from stumbling, or tripping, or anything else embarrassing.

" I think... I think everythings been cool so far, hasn't it? " comes quiet voice at Asphodelpaw's question - ears twitching nervously. Maybe the older apprentices were just... more used to this - all the sights, and sounds, and scents that were so foreign to her.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━​

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I N - L O V E - W I T H - T H E - I D E A - O F - D Y I N '
W I T H - Y O U - I N - M Y - A R M S

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[batwing]

☆ He doesn't hear an answer from Mousefang yet- but ears twitch in the direct of the other cats that tumble up alongside him. Slight bewilderment catches him, though a grin picks at his face for each of the apprentices itching for something to do. Beyond his apprentice, of course, who is busy keeping her mind aloft and breathing even. He doesn't share a glance with her despite the worry prickling in his stomach from the noise, but his ears are pricked and rotating this way and that. A brief laugh leaves him, just moments after each apprentice says their piece.

"You'll all get to go soon enough, calm down." He rumbles with a gentle but warm tone, his tail twitching in amusement. Eyes flicked towards Spikepaw- yes, he had caught wind of what he meant perhaps- but he let it go, looking back forward where he was walking. "I'm thinking we'll work on rotations. Some of you will rest while the scouting and hunting patrols push ahead- I'll have to talk to Hawkstar, about it, really." He falls quiet for a moment. Would she push back against what he's doing? He knows she demoted all of the Sun Guards to clear the air, but... a breath left him, as if it would shake his worries free.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ IN YOUR WAKING MOMENTS ☆ I WILL BE THERE

• "speech"
  

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• BATWING AFAB he/him, WARRIOR of SKYCLAN, twenty-seven moons.
  ☆ A tall, agile, blue and black pelted tom with bright green eyes. Extremely talented at climbing and cracking jokes when most needed.
  ☆ mentored by npc / mentoring no one (currently)
  ☆ npc x npc / no mate currently
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[DUSKPOOL]

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.

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A low, guttural rumble escaped the senior warrior in response, molten iris lingerin' on Lostmoon's form bouncin' alongside Wolfstorm chatting the tom's ear off who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else but listenin' to his adoptive kin ramble about whatever interested the caregiver. "In due time, kiddo." Duskpool rumbled, glancin' down at the apprentice with a crinkled eye.

"I'll take ya out huntin' when we make camp, just the two of us once the small fry and caregivers settle down." He added with a monotonous drone, wooly plumage flickerin', draggin' slightly against the ground as they walked side-by-side.

The old mentor swiveled a massive helm, hardened by battles to offer a broad shoulder to a caregiver to settle against as they traveled, mangled ear twistin' forward, catchin' brief words between Batwing and the other apprentices.

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my bones are smoldering ✦✦ and my knuckles are bloody

• ooc
  —— xxx
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  release me

  from my promise to

  you

  .
  
  don't make me do this anymore. don't make me go on

  without

  you​
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• duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost mackerel tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix w/ molten copper eyes and low-white
  ♡ senior warrior ( ex- sunguard ) of skyclan
  ♡ seventy-five moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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[Mousefang]

A rake of claws against a mirror - grazing pelts we all once wore

It was not like him to be so absentminded, he had not even heard Batwing's question until several other voices were speaking up regarding group placement and his head lifted with a shake of his mint green eyes widened in brief surprise as though just now realizing he was in a group, "Sorry, what did you say?" When he was reminded he merely nodded quietly for a moment, glancing to Spikepaw with a sharp look at the apprentices before nodding in agreement once more to Batwing's proposal, "That sounds like a plan, in that case you would not be opposed to me taking a few cats ahead to scout then?" His gaze scans the gathered felines for any who might be willing to tag along, the apprentices are as enthusiastic as always and he feels a pang in his chest remembering how he had been promised one of Flowercloud's to mentor only for them to all be assigned to other cats by Hawkstar who either didn't care what his mother's plans were or had not been informed. Part of him didn't care either way, he should have been given one as he'd not yet trained an apprentice himself and he can't help but bitterly wonder if this was some ploy to keep him from ever being an option for deputy in the future.
Mousefang wrinkled his nose, trying to mask the disdain in his voice, "Campionpaw and Zukopaw with me?"

A kindling of a swordless bloodshed ▬ʃ══════▻

the creaking of a voiceless door.

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  Mousefang

  
  — SkyClan Warrior
  — He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A black rosette tabby with high white & mint green eyes.
  #84ba64