Border ThunderClan WONDERLAND = ] thunderclan patrol [

[THUNDERFLASH]

He's on edge, if the lack of chatter from his mouth was any indication. The walk to Skyclan's border has his eyes flicking towards his patrol mates, only offering minimal response to them if he could help it. His senses are sharp and keen- aware of where they are and why. Thunderflash doesn't know that it's exactly wise to bring Hopepaw here of all places, but he can't shield the kid forever. Not like he did at the Gathering. Juniperstar's blood is still fresh in his mind, in the way it cakes Hawkstar's muzzle. His irritation at Owlbark had only grown since then, but he could be complacent. Selfless- though every part of him wanted to be selfish.

They had to pass through Fourtrees to make it to this border. Vision flicked towards the gathering of trees in the middle where the Gathering had been, and he frowned gently. He thinks not just about the blood recently spilled, but the blood before. Fray's death. The ambush. His own flank. A grumble leaves him. "Le's keep i' movin'." He says to the other patrol mates, brushing his shoulder gently against his apprentice's. Despite his silence, he wanted Hopepaw to know that there was no reason to be as tense as him. Thunderflash would take care of it if he could help it.

The Storm Guard comes to a stop, his vision peering across the Skyclan border. It seems the same as the last time he had seen it, if not for the tense feeling in the air. That was probably from him, the way his shoulders were drawn tight together and his muscles ached already. "Keep an eye ou'. And stay on this side of th' border, aye?" He says these words not just for them, but for himself too. Just over yonder, it looked like a new tree had fallen over in one of the greenleaf storms. His ear twitched, but he doesn't mention it, looking to move on.

_________ I'M LIVING LIKE A LANDMINE ☆ WAITING TO EXPLODE ! ______________

• "speech"
  Prompt: Owlbark seems wary of this border for good reason. He urges this patrol to be cautious and avoid crossing the line at any cost. When the patrol arrives, the notice a tree has fallen across the border in a recent storm. It leaves a nice patch of sunlight to relax in against the now-log's soft bark. Does the patrol risk running into SkyClan to relax, or push past?
  // @BROWNFUR 𓄋 @GINGERFLAME @MONSTERGROWL and apprentice @hopepaw
  

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty-seven moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by n/a / mentoring hopepaw
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GINGERFLAME]

The silence is refreshing. Gingerflame doesn't need to strain himself in smiling or keeping up with nice conversation. As much as he finds some enjoyment in conversing with others there are limits. However, he is well aware that his contentedness is not shared with the others. They are thinking about what transpired at the gathering. What happened to Juniperstar and perhaps harbor some resentment towards Owlbark. After all, if it weren't for the actions of their deputy... Juniperstar wouldn't have lost a life. None would forget it. Thankfully, they pass through fourtrees quickly enough.

Red eyes linger on the drawn shoulders from Thunderflash. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the storm guard was uneasy. Why wouldn't the chocolate tabby be? After all, his apprentice Hopepaw was among their ranks. They wouldn't want to stay too long, unless they want to risk the safety of their apprentice. "Aye," he answers while keeping an eye out for any sudden movements or Skyclanners drawing near. We don't want any trouble. We just want to get this over with and return to camp as soon as possible.

However, he finds himself drawn to the fallen tree. The nice patch of sunlight is calling to him. His paws itch to claim such a nice patch of sunlight and relax his weary paws. In the end, he shakes his head and presses on. The last thing he wants is for some Skyclanner to catch him relaxing, leading to the a worse impression of Thunderclan. Wait. We haven't figured out what to do when Skyclan does show up. The cream warrior pads closer to Thunderflash and brushes his tail lightly against their shoulder. "If Skyclan speaks to us, what do you want us to do? Should we ignore them while you take care of it?"

COAL TO DIAMOND ✩₊˚.⋆☾ 𓃦 ☽⋆⁺₊✧ SOLD TO FOOLS

• GINGERFLAME

  — forager of thunderclan
  🗡 19 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 14th
  🗡 speech is "#F2935C" — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  🗡 short haired red tabby with vibrant red eyes
  🗡 peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  🗡 penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms

 

[starlitpath starlitpath]

(˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗) the king's daughter is well aware that skyclan's relationships with the other clans are less than pleasant at the moment. it's the reason she is out in the first place. slender paws pad carefully along a pine branch as the feline eyes the thunderclan border with distaste. they have very little reason to even call themselves a clan, what with their absence of code. the scout can still recall the exhaustion in his mother's eyes that night after the gathering, the self blame, the deep hollowness that had followed their king for days after. he can still smell the death on rosebelly's fur, masked poorly by lavender, the low keening wails of flowercloud and the tomcat's siblings. it will never sit right with her.

ocean eyes flick to the movement in the undergrowth as the thunderclan patrol makes their way out to begin marking their territory. with a curl of their lip, starlitpath watches the patrol head as he eyes the border nervously. a cream warrior nudges him, and the rest keep marking. this isn't owlbark, thank the stars, or the scout would find it hard pressed to control the boiling anger within them. clambering down from the higher branches, the warrior leaps to a lower bough, emerging in the sight of the patrol. he stands there, tail high, gaze calculating and cold. "thunderclan," is the only greeting, and it sends a twitch through his jaw.

LIKE CONSTELLATIONS ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ IMPLODING IN THE NIGHT

• // " #dcccf0"
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• STARLITPATH ★ HE / SHE / THEY, SKYCLAN WARRIOR. 27 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a shorthaired dilute calico point with low white and aqua eyes. short, thick fur decorates her frame, cream hued, swooping into a cowlick on her head. their face, paws, and tail are dappled with fawn and slate gray, broken through by speckles of white. a star shaped white splotch on their forehead offers them their namesake. eyes like ocean water, a deep aqua blue, pierce out of almond shaped sockets.

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