Thunderglade

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Originally Posted by Role

 

Rosebelly let out a small yawn as she limped along. She hadn't had much sleep since the fox incident. She had panicked when the scent of fox drifted into her nose, but she had been utterly embarrassed. Rosebelly was woken a day or two after that for this border patrol, much to her dismay. Her shoulder still hurt from wrenching it, and her fear of foxes was not yet pushed to the back of her mind. Rosebelly had never liked going near the WindClan border since Blazingstar declared war on ThunderClan, and yet here she was. Rosebelly knew better than to complain, so she agreed when she was asked. It should have been an honor to be on a patrol with the Clan deputy, but her mind was roaring. Would they see a patrol? Would they fight WindClan? Would she die? Rosebelly had tried her best to shove those questions down, but somehow they always came back. She nearly jumped out of her fur as Passionblaze, the Clan deputy, softly reminded the patrol of keeping their guard up. Rosebelly nodded and twitched her ear in response.
As the scent of heather drifted into her nose, her fur began to rise with anticipation. Rosebelly flicked her gaze left and right occasionally. Those slick, small WindClan cats could leap from the tall grass at any moment, and Rosebelly felt as if she were prepared. Reminding herself of her sharp senses, Rosebelly pricked her ears and raised her head. It looked as if she were looking for prey, but her determined and worried gaze said otherwise. Her whiskers twitched along with her ears and nose. Some would say she was being silly if they did not know this was perfect concentration for hunting. Well, at least for her. However, Rosebelly was not searching for prey. Instead, she was keeping watch for a patrol. "I think were in the clear today," she announced quietly. "I don't scent any patrols."

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Originally Posted by Beau

Piperwing bounced through the forest behind Passionblaze. His words caused her to smile, noticing that she was indeed one of three she-cats in a four cat patrol. The small molly was in a perpetually good mood and that extended even to the border patrol she was on. The upcoming battle between the clans could not even bring down her mood. Piperwing walked only slightly behind Passionblaze, giving her a perfect view of the tom. She hadn’t heard of him much before his promotion to deputy, and still had barely talked to him. He seemed nice enough and the extroverted feline was itching to become friends with the flame colored Somali. Piperwing thought about starting a conversation with him, but she realized that atmosphere was more serious than one that called for a frivolous conversation. They neared the border and Piperwing shook her head, clearing those thoughts away. Now that she was focused on the task at hand, the feline felt her mood turn more serious, though she was still happy enough.

Originally Posted by Constellation

"Trend lightly now, ladies." Passionblaze, who was at the head of this small patrol, kindly reminded the group behind him. Three mollies followed him about; Cormorantstone, Piperwing, and Rosebelly. The flame pelted Tom thought it was best to scope the area near the Windclan. Where their borders met, and on the other side laid their common opponents. Passionblaze made a scowl, but as quickly as it went, it disappeared. He could feel the feathering of the wind tickling his pelt, making him fluffed up for a moment. Being near the borders - near these borders was an unpleasant experience to him. Especially since the unfortunate events that happened at the last gathering. Albeit, Passionblaze buried his worries down, and he continued to stomp around the place on heavy set paws. "Keep yourselves focused. Do not get distracted." He kept his voice low, his eyes ahead. He knew being at the borders of Windclan would cause hackles to be raised. No thunderclanners should easily forget that Blazingstar cried war on them. Now, they all must pay attention around these corners.
When you were at the borders of anrivaling clan, you must always keep watch. Passionblaze was a kind tom. Very understanding, but even he didn't feel too much of a trusting nature towards these cats. Windclanners were conniving, vindictive ones, full of trouble nowadays. Where was the peace when you needed it? The board shouldered tom sat down on his haunches. While his clanmates were scattered around them, heeding their job, he kept a guardful eye in case anything should happened.

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The molly had a short tail, being average height with blue eyes. Her fur color was brown with a white underbelly and a spot on her left eye. Rabbitpounce's body was built for speed and agility than strength. She always relied on that to get her out of anything tricky. The brown furred warrior eyes darted around, warily. Ever since the gathering Rabbitpounce had been wanting to avoid these borders. Well we are better than those bossy forest cats. However the thought didn't help at all because they still had a war on their paws. She let out a sigh, turning her head to the cats that followed behide her. Rabbitpounce didn't bother with a smile, "Do you guys smell anything?" She asked. Her eyes glanced away and into the Thunderclan territory, her pelt prickled with uneasiness. However if they did come out she was ready to fight! For Windclan! Little did she know that this was her last battle, Rabbitpounce rolled her shoulders. Her ear twitched, listening for any sound. Her nose wrinkled up at the smell, scenting the border. "Disgusting." She muttered under her breath, swinging her head to a sound. Just being paranoid, Rabbitpounce. She convinced herself, shaking her head in disapproval. She looked to see if anyone was lagging behide; being warriors and all they shouldn't be. Happy to not see one, she focused her mind on any replies to her question. Rabbitpounce had a strong belief that cats should be ruled just by one cat and just one big clan. Which meant the other clans were gone and Windclan was the only clan. That is why she despise all the other clans and specially Thunderclan thinking they could actually win against them!

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This is what she's been looking forward to do, practically begging to do. For once, the angry, unfriendly she-cat was grinning as bright as can be, her teeth gritting together with the force of the grin and her pupils slightly dilated with excitement as she trekked along with Passionblaze and two other warriors, though none of them were particularly on her mind at the moment. The only thing on her mind was Windclan. Oh how she hoped they would start something, give her a reason to sink her claws into their tawny pelts and show them the true strength of Thunderclan, make them wish they never declared war on them. That's what excited Cormorantstone, that's what made her want to go on patrols to the Windclan border, because she wanted something to happen.
The bulky, thick muscles on the she-cat rippled with each movement, her pawsteps not as quiet as the other warriors or deputy's, it was as if she didn't even care about trying to stealth her way to the border. Maybe she even wanted a Windclan patrol to know they were coming, just to see what would happen. No, she wouldn't do that, not deliberately, she was loyal to her clan and would listen to what both Snowstar or Passionblaze told her to do. She just wasn't particularly good at being quiet. And when they did reach the border, Cormorantstone was the one to stand closest to it, peering heavily into the Windclan side, her tail flicking back and forth, almost lashing as she waited, hoped to see a patrol show up, her claws itching for a fight. She wouldn't be the one to start one, but boy if they started it, you bet your hide she would throw herself into it regardless of what anyone said.

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Cobaltsnow walked with a certain confidence in her stride. Even though she was close to the boarder of a Clan she was going to war with soon, she didn't show any fear. She was on her side of the boarder, and she hadn't set a paw over it, why should she worry? The lean silver-and-black ticked she-cat glared over the boarder, malice in her eyes. While the she-cat was usually sweet, she felt nothing but distaste for the forest-dwellers in this time period. They were going for war, she had no need to feel sympathy or guilt towards them.

Cobaltsnow parted her jaws slightly, the overwhelming scent of ThunderClan made her cringe as she shut her maw tightly. She flicked her feathery tail, turning her gaze away, continuing to walk, casting glances over the boarder every now and then. She was glancing around - hostility and weariness in her sharp green gaze - for anything odd, feeling like she was being clever, but also letting paranoia control her movements. Cobaltsnow shook her head slightly, she was just being observant, that was a way to put it. She prepared herself for a battle, or maybe just a bit of conflict, knowing ThunderClan, they'd strike up a conflict with the patrol.

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Originally Posted by Crybaby (At the Disco)

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Cobaltsnow walked with a certain confidence in her stride. Even though she was close to the boarder of a Clan she was going to war with soon, she didn't show any fear. She was on her side of the boarder, and she hadn't set a paw over it, why should she worry? The lean silver-and-black ticked she-cat glared over the boarder, malice in her eyes. While the she-cat was usually sweet, she felt nothing but distaste for the forest-dwellers in this time period. They were going for war, she had no need to feel sympathy or guilt towards them.

Cobaltsnow parted her jaws slightly, the overwhelming scent of ThunderClan made her cringe as she shut her maw tightly. She flicked her feathery tail, turning her gaze away, continuing to walk, casting glances over the boarder every now and then. She was glancing around - hostility and weariness in her sharp green gaze - for anything odd, feeling like she was being clever, but also letting paranoia control her movements. Cobaltsnow shook her head slightly, she was just being observant, that was a way to put it. She prepared herself for a battle, or maybe just a bit of conflict, knowing ThunderClan, they'd strike up a conflict with the patrol.

ShineFlower followed the patrol, staying near the back. The grey warrior was very anxious and could sense the anxiousness of every cat around her. Her pelt bristled as she felt the tension between the two clans. Most cats stayed silent throughout the patrol, the only words spoken were simple commands such as "Clear" or "I scent ThunderClan. Follow." A soft breeze ruffled her fur, carrying more ThunderClan scent. As the wind picked up, the scent grew stronger. The WindClan warrior became more alert. Should I say something?
"Does anyone scent any Thunderclan?"

Originally Posted by SpiralWhirl

The molly had a short tail, being average height with blue eyes. Her fur color was brown with a white underbelly and a spot on her left eye. Rabbitpounce's body was built for speed and agility than strength. She always relied on that to get her out of anything tricky. The brown furred warrior eyes darted around, warily. Ever since the gathering Rabbitpounce had been wanting to avoid these borders. Well we are better than those bossy forest cats. However the thought didn't help at all because they still had a war on their paws. She let out a sigh, turning her head to the cats that followed behide her. Rabbitpounce didn't bother with a smile, "Do you guys smell anything?" She asked. Her eyes glanced away and into the Thunderclan territory, her pelt prickled with uneasiness. However if they did come out she was ready to fight! For Windclan! Little did she know that this was her last battle, Rabbitpounce rolled her shoulders. Her ear twitched, listening for any sound. Her nose wrinkled up at the smell, scenting the border. "Disgusting." She muttered under her breath, swinging her head to a sound. Just being paranoid, Rabbitpounce. She convinced herself, shaking her head in disapproval. She looked to see if anyone was lagging behide; being warriors and all they shouldn't be. Happy to not see one, she focused her mind on any replies to her question. Rabbitpounce had a strong belief that cats should be ruled just by one cat and just one big clan. Which meant the other clans were gone and Windclan was the only clan. That is why she despise all the other clans and specially Thunderclan thinking they could actually win against them!

ShineFlower, a grey she-cat, looked over at Rabbitpounce. "Me too. I'm getting pretty worried now. If we can smell them and not see them, they must be hiding, waiting to sneak up and surprise us. She mewed, lowering her voice. "Cowards!" The warrior wailed. "Come out and fight us like real cats, ThunderClan!" ShineFlower spat at the border, hoping to StarClan that some Thinderclan scum could hear her.

[Role]

(Welp since no one responded to my question, I'm taking it as an okay)

Rosebelly continued to trek along with her patrol, but something made her hesitate as she took her next step. A far scent drifted into her nostrils, causing them to flare and her gaze to harden. WindClan. Rosebelly narrowed her eyes. She was about to say something, but her sharp hearing picked up an annoying taunt. Rosebelly shook her head and sighed. Must be a young warrior.
"WindClan patrol incoming," she announced, tail bristling as she spoke. Rosebelly's silent fear had come true. They were intersecting with a WindClan patrol. Her insticts told her to fight, but her mind told her to run. Rosebelly was not a coward, however, nor was she a quitter. Her claws dared to unsheath, but she kept them in as the two patrols neared each other. Hopefully a fight wouldn't break out. Rosebelly was not prepared for one.
Rosebelly looked out to the WindClan territory. She wondered if the patrol would be skinny, as prey hibernated when it got cold. I hope not, she thought to herself. Despite the growing tension, Rosebelly would never wish harm on anyone, Clan or not. Refocusing on reality, Rosebelly stared straight ahead, trying to flatten her bristling fur. She didn't want to look hostile, and she sure didn't want a fight to break out.


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Rabbitpounce swung her head around to look at the border, hearing the faint sound of talking. Her claws unsheathed, warily. Her head lowered, glaring at which she was guessing they would emerge. "I suppose we may have to deal with them." She hissed, lowly. She spat the word `them` like it was venom in her mouth. Her thought went straight to a fight; no talking. The molly had always looked at violence before peace before anything, really. She was a bit rusty from a battle but Rabbitpounce was just inching to teach them who is better. That will teach Snowstar. A small grin formed at her lips at Shineflower's words. At least someone knows what they are. "Alright, be ready. Thunderclan cats are always untrustworthy, really any clan but Windclan isn't." She warned, just in case any of them didn't know a Thunderclan patrol was near. Rabbitpounce may result to hating the other clans and fighting but she did care about her clan mates. She was the cat who didn't really mind joining Starclan well she didn't really like them either. Her eyes focused on any sound from across the border, ready to attack any time. Rabbitpounce, what fun is that? Come on! We should actually make it a reasonable fight. Someone could get killed. She rolled her eyes at the thought but she forgotten she was the leader of this patrol. Guess the molly had to contain some of her hatred. However that didn't mean she wouldn't try to provoke them. Sheathing her claws and forcing her fur to lie flat. "I suppose we don't need a fight but if they start it, be ready to attack." Rabbitpounce said but mostly to herself. Like she was afraid that she wouldn't listen to her mind. That was mostly true because Rabbitpounce didn't listen to her mind. Her body had a mind of it own, literally.

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Rosethorn trotted just behind the patrol, her blue pools glazed over in deep thought. She shifted her blank gaze over to Rabbitpounce as the feline spoke, barely hearing their voice. ThunderClan... She looked over the border into the trees, flicking her tail a little. ... Everything feels wrong. Like something terrible is about to happen. Rosethorn wasn't necessarily an easily frightened cat, nor was as she timid and shy as she was around Blazingstar. But she was on edge, being near the border.

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At Rosebelly's words, Passionblaze gave her a firm nod, but he didn't dare move his gaze from looking ahead. "Even if there were patrols around here, we continue to do our jobs." He spoke. The task at hand was more important than dealing with windclanners at this current moment. War was uprising, and judging on his comrades expressions - Rosebelly looked rather apprehensive about the entire thing, flicking his eyes to stare at the bulky molly for a moment, she looked determined, like she was ready to start a war...Passionblaze noted that he needed to keep an eye on Cormorantstone. Then, turning his gaze to look at a sandy pelted molly, Piperwing, he couldn't decipher her emotions on the thought of war. She looked...happy, almost like nothing could deter her. Passionblaze fluffed out his pelt, getting to his paws as he paced around the perimeter. "We can't stop them from patrolling, but ignorance is blissful. So, I'm expecting you ladies to not indulge in such bickering drama, if so it may start." The burnt Somali bent his head down to take a whiff of the blades of grass before he turned his gaze back to the task at hand. Even though he didn't want to be at the Windclan border, Passionblaze didn't fear it. In fact, he was as calm as ever; inhaling and exhaling at a tranquiled state. He muttered a prayer to Starclan hoping that nothing too chaotic would appear. It was too nice of a day for the skies to have their beauty ruined, and tears rolling off the clouds.
As Rosebelly mentioned Windclan patrol was approaching, Passionblaze felt his hackles raised, but he made sure his fur maintained a smoothed state. He could smell...almost see their forms. "Don't not start anything, ladies. Ignore them." His voice was stern; firm. He gave each molly a glance to make sure they paid heed to him. War was coming, but it shouldn't be started early.

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Originally Posted by Constellation

At Rosebelly's words, Passionblaze gave her a firm nod, but he didn't dare move his gaze from looking ahead. "Even if there were patrols around here, we continue to do our jobs." He spoke. The task at hand was more important than dealing with windclanners at this current moment. War was uprising, and judging on his comrades expressions - Rosebelly looked rather apprehensive about the entire thing, flicking his eyes to stare at the bulky molly for a moment, she looked determined, like she was ready to start a war...Passionblaze noted that he needed to keep an eye on Cormorantstone. Then, turning his gaze to look at a sandy pelted molly, Piperwing, he couldn't decipher her emotions on the thought of war. She looked...happy, almost like nothing could deter her. Passionblaze fluffed out his pelt, getting to his paws as he paced around the perimeter. "We can't stop them from patrolling, but ignorance is blissful. So, I'm expecting you ladies to not indulge in such bickering drama, if so it may start." The burnt Somali bent his head down to take a whiff of the blades of grass before he turned his gaze back to the task at hand. Even though he didn't want to be at the Windclan border, Passionblaze didn't fear it. In fact, he was as calm as ever; inhaling and exhaling at a tranquiled state. He muttered a prayer to Starclan hoping that nothing too chaotic would appear. It was too nice of a day for the skies to have their beauty ruined, and tears rolling off the clouds.
As Rosebelly mentioned Windclan patrol was approaching, Passionblaze felt his hackles raised, but he made sure his fur maintained a smoothed state. He could smell...almost see their forms. "Don't not start anything, ladies. Ignore them." His voice was stern; firm. He gave each molly a glance to make sure they paid heed to him. War was coming, but it shouldn't be started early.

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Piperwing scanned the territory with a calm gaze. It was true that the molly was in a good mood, but she wasn’t overly jubilant. Her gait was bouncy and a smile shined from her face. Her peaceful happiness was interrupted by the sudden presence of Windclan scent. Donning a more serious expression, Piper breathed in deeply, drawing in heavy scents of Windclan. As of that moment, however, they were all stale. “So far, the Windclan scent doesn’t seem fresh.” The sandy feline offered before falling silent once more. Thoughts of Windclan permeated her mind and burst her good mood. Wariness filled her gaze and pushed her ears back slightly. Piperwing could almost see the border line, though there was nothing to see. The territory stretching out before the patrol gradually became more meadow than forest. The molly merely nodded at each statement from their patrol leader, flicking her eyes to the back of his head occasionally as he walked ahead of her. All of a sudden, Rosebelly called out that there was a patrol nearing. Upon scenting the air, Piperwing found that there was indeed a new scent of Windclan. Her eyes turned once more to Passionblaze as she awaited his instructions. The flames of indignation and anger flared up inside of the molly as she thought of the gathering and the continuous problems with Windclan. However, Passionblaze was right. They weren’t there to start a fight. Piperwing forced her hackles down and focused on the grass on their side of the border, trying to keep herself calm.

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Cobaltsnow hissed as she too smelled ThunderClan cats, fresh. Normally, the gray cat was kind, a bit bold maybe, but smiling a lot. Here, however, she couldn't smile with her enemies so close. Her fur lifted as she continued following the other cats in the patrol. Even filled with malice, she wasn't stupid. She wasn't going to start anything unless someone else did. Then she would happily join in. She didn't want a large battle of course, what cat did? But maybe just some teasing, some warning of how they'd be destroyed in the upcoming war. The molly thought that sounded nice, just to show their power, their superiority to those mangy forest-hunters.

Cobaltsnow flicked her ear in acknowledgement as Rabbitpounce spoke, indicating she was listening, though not looking directly at the cat. She glared over the boarder, tail lashing, pupils slits among her green irises. She smelled them clearly now, obviously a patrol. Cobaltsnow growled and turned her gaze swiftly in front of her, making sure she didn't stumble over her own paws and look like a fool. She didn't want to look clumsy in front of her enemies, if they could see her. Cobaltsnow let out a huff, continuing her walk, though it had turned into a slight prowl instead of a confident stride.