Open Border ThunderClan WindClan WILDFLOWER AND BARLEY [ thc patrol ]

[hazelheart hazelheart]

(🜲) windclan again. hazelheart doesn't particularly mind. she'd rather them than shadowclan, or stars forbid, skyclan. the woman's claws itch as she recalls the events of the gathering. windclan had not caused a fuss, thank the stars, so she's grateful to owlbark for sending her here. the storm guard does not envy thunderflash's patrol, certainly. a brisk breeze filters through the trees, sending a shiver down the warrior's spine. fluffing her fur, she turns to her patrolmates. "you lot know much about windclan?" grizzlypaw knows as much as she does at this point, so she doesn't bother quizzing the boy. beyond the forest, wind sings a mournful tune, and hazelheart focuses her head again.

as the group steps out of the trees, hazelheart can feel the wind buffet her fur as it flows from the moors into the forest. "windy," she comments, but the whistle of the breeze steals her voice. "let's get to work," she tries again, turning to speak to ghoststrike, copperstorm, and dewshine, but finds their heads are craning to hear her. with a flick of her tail, the woman gestures to the border, a soft huff of laughter in her throat. they know what to do.

moving forward, she is surprised to find the wind pushing against her more insistantly. it whistles and whines like a leashed dog as she rubs her scent across the brambles and boulders that line the border. "how do they hear themselves think?" she shouts to her patrol, realizing they probably can't hear her as much as she can't hear them.

I NEED MY GOLDEN CROWN OF SORROW 🜲 MY BLOODY SWORD TO SWING

• // patrol members @grizzlypaw : ̗̀➛ @GHOSTSTRIKE @thistlepaw @Rattlepaw @Copperstorm @Dewshine
  

  It's fuckin' wimdy! Changing weather brings strong gusts of wind. They're so strong that it could be hard to hear your patrolmates over them! Communication is key on a patrol. Can you patrol overcome this difficulty and get the job done? Or will a misunderstanding happen? Roll a D20 to see if you can properly understand your clanmates. Roll results are at your own discretion.

  " #b8a300"
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• HAZEL 🜲 SHE / HER, WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN. 54 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold

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[Oddpaw]

ODDPAW
​ you're dead and out of this world ​

Oddpaw sighs. They can imagine doing better things than this hunting patrol near Thunderclan's border. Not that they have anything against hunting or Thunderclan. They simply prefer to spend their days underground, working on the tunnels. During green leaf they prefer working on the tunnels. It is cooler down there and sunlight cannot reach them. The wind could be a nice change to the green leaf, if it would not irritate their skin even more than it already is. All in all Oddpaw could say that they are miserable. However they do not complain. Why should they? It would not bring them anything anyways.

They trail a little behind the patrol. The wind makes it a little difficult to understand the others, but they do not mind. It gives them an excuse not to talk with their clan mates. Instead they focus on the reason for this patrol: hunting. Maybe it will go over faster then. Instead of possible prey they spot a Thunderclan patrol on their side of the border. They can see that they speak with each , but are not able to properly understand what they saying with all this wind. Oddpaw is not sure what think about Thunderclan. They barely know anything more about them than that they live in the forest. Living in the forest must be nice.. There must be more shade in the forest than there is here. Oddpaw had not been at the first gathering, which had been a good decision in hindsight, but they have heard what happened. They are not sure if the Thunderclan patrol would be aggressive, but it is probably better to be careful. If anything they would think there is something wrong with them, if they were to strike up a conversation, so they stay silent. It would probably be better anyway, if a warrior were to speak with the patrol.

run fast, don't stand in the sun

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there's too much work to be done

• OOC: hi
• KEY:
  "speech"
  'thoughts'
  physical interactions
  attacks
  

  "other character's speech"

  
  
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  Oddpaw is a small half black and half white cat with light pink eyes. They are usually a quiet and calm cat who rarely speaks. They view themselves as an outcast who never really fits in and believe others think the same of them, so they tend to isolate themselves. Has self-loathing tendencies and often wishes to be normal. They are patient, loyal and hardworking. They are honest and direct. Generally gives off weird and slightly unsettling vibes. Shows a detachment from others and has often trouble interpreting emotions, be it their own or others.
  Windclan Apprentice
  7 moons, ages every 28th
  non-binary (they/them)
  mentored by TBD
  peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed