Open Event Border ThunderClan SkyClan RUN RIGHT BACK TO HER - patrol

[Daisydream]

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Exit
With bellies full and the daylight at their backs, the tabby led the way out of camp.

Travel
It seemed he had been paired with a responsible bunch and he could thank Starclan for that. The venture, while long, was familiar enough. We've been here awhile now haven't we? It was an intriguing realization. No matter what time regular border checks kept Skyclan secure, and besides, he loved a good workout. It doubled as training for his new student. He had promised to help Creampaw become the best apprentice. The thought brought a spark of joy to his expression.

Before long, the distant bubbling of water greeted them. His short ears angled forward, relieved to hear nothing unusual. Hoping to get there and back before sunset, he picked up the pace, pushing several steps ahead of the group. Soon enough a familiar tree came to view its dead limbs clawing at the sky like snakes. The eerie landmark told him they had reached the point to veer off toward the stretch of grass by Thunderclan.

He shifted course without a word, weaving his way through the landscape. Keeping strictly to its edges as he guided his fellow Skyclanners. The atmosphere always felt strange here. It was a short patch, sure, but the silence was unnerving compared to the vibrant hum of the rest of the woods. Still, he would not dwell on it long.

Arrival
In a blink of an eye, they arrived. Pausing politely he waited for the others to catch up. When the tips of ears emerged he pressed forward again.

The scent line was old and faint from time. It needed a refresh. His pale paws halted as his nose twitched, angling a tufted head left before setting on a direction. He flicked his plush tail in a simple signal. "Alright, we are finally here friends." He called back over his shoulder. "Let's keep things civil and freshen up the border." Pausing his mind lit up with an additional objective. "If you get the opportunity make sure to hunt." Couldn't hurt after they had partaken in depleting it heartily.

Nodding toward @Creamkit , he padded over to a hollowed stump nestled in tall grasses. Brushing his body along the backside, tapping his tail gently against it before nuzzling the bark. Lowering his jaw, he made sure Skyclan scent was applied evenly.

Once satisfied, he moved on to the next marker, legs in motion but eyes sharply scanning the far side of the border. Keeping a cool head the older warrior called to his apprentice. "What can you smell out here?" Holding up his chin high the cream feline spoke encouragingly. False confidence rolling in his strut, carefully draped over the caution lingering within.

OOC
Patrol members - @Mousefang @cygnetscratch @Creamkit
Peacefully passing by Skyclan patrol. Ensuring no curious paws have travelled over the border. Not a PAFP Feel free to jump in!

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[cygnetscratch]

Daisydream takes the opportunity to train his apprentice, an act that Cygnetscratch doesn't look too into. The faux-pompous nature of the older warrior isn't something she needs to fret over, especially when it's to the hopeful benefit of Creampaw. After all, the white molly personally would prefer excessive confidence as opposed to someone quivering over the prospect of a border patrol.

In any case, it is not her business to intrude on. Cygnetscratch takes the order to not cause trouble in stride and leans to brush her cheek on the nearest pine's trunk, carefully stepping over a few gnarled roots. Oak trees aren't much different, are they? She supposes their branches aren't as stable to leap across, but surely they boast the same strength. A shift in the air tells her some ThunderClan cats are on the way, and the molly abandons her curiosity immediately, refocusing herself on the task at paw.

 

[HOUNDHOWL HOUNDHOWL]

Another day, another patrol for him to be on. This one, Houndhowl leads at the front, ears swiveled back as he listens to the sound of distant birdchatter and bugsong, glad for the trees above them to provide cover from the heat. It's idle work, and not much has happened on Thunderclan's territory to warrant being cautious, but one could never be too certain. When he arrives at the Thunderclan-Skyclan border, he finds the scent of Skyclan is fresh. His chin tips curiously up, eyes scanning around until he spots them.

"Skyclan." he greets carefully, not unkindly however, like he has greeted the other Clans in the past. Being cordial isn't too hard, not when he has his own duties to attend to as well. He watches them for a few heartbeats longer, a mentor asking an apprentice what they could smell. It reminds him a bit of the mentor and apprentice pairs of Thunderclan; guess they weren't too different after all... He makes a sound akin to a cut-short hum before going back to his own markings on Thunderclans side.

YOU HAD A DREAM, YOU WANTED BETTER ♡ YOU WERE SICK OF ALL THE HOLES IN YOUR SWEATER

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  HOUNDHOWL ♡
  
  ( warrior of thunderclan, 65 moons )​
  ❥ long-furred chocolate ticked tabby with low white & orange eyes
  ❥ mentoring n/a
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed but may not be entirely welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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Ghoststrike arrived just behind Houndhowl, his pace unhurried but his gaze watchful. A half-dead burr clung to his forleg from their earlier brush through a patch of underrowth, but he bent briefly to flick it off with a rough stroke of his tongue.

The border greeted them with the scent of Skyclan– fresh, but not stinking of the tension and hostility that so often rippled through the Shadowclan patrols they encountered. No sign of unsheathed claws or raised voices. Just the low murmur of a warrior instructing their apprentice and some scent-marking in progress.

He didn't let his attention linger on them, just allowed himself enough of a glance to register that none of them looked on edge, and then he was back to his own business on his own side of the border, Houndhowls greeting already doing most of the heavy lifting in terms of setting the tone.

Instead, Ghostrike veered off a few paces toward a patch of younger trees where the scent had grown thin and brushed his flank along the trunks of one of the oaks in a practiced motion, leaving Thunderclans scent clinging to the bark in his wake.

Hopefully getting right to work would make it clear he was less interested in entertaining conversation than some of his other clanmates might be.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — feel free to completely ignore his attempts to go unbothered :)​
• mentoring Cinderpaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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