Bluestrike purred, padding once again to another border. This is the last place on your tour. He announced to Bouncepaw, and mewed again. This is the border we share with ShadowClan. He gazed down at his apprentice, who was right next to him.
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Bluestrike purred, padding once again to another border. This is the last place on your tour. He announced to Bouncepaw, and mewed again. This is the border we share with ShadowClan. He gazed down at his apprentice, who was right next to him.
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[Bouncepaw] Apprentice|6 moons|Windclan
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Bouncepaw sniffs the air, then wrinkles his nose. "This place smells like crowfood," he meows. He actually disliked it more than the smell of Riverclan- at least near the water, he could also feel the refreshing, cool air and the sound of the river. But this place... even the air smelled stale. He steps closer, then smells the familiar scent of a border marking from his clan. Maybe a passing Windclan patrol?
"So this is how a border marking smells like." Bouncepaw comments, scanning the area to see if there were any other cats nearby. He doesn't think so, at least for now. He looks up at Bluestrike. "Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan. Are we going back to camp now?" His voice has some disappointment in it.
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Bouncepaw sniffs the air, then wrinkles his nose. "This place smells like crowfood," he meows. He actually disliked it more than the smell of Riverclan- at least near the water, he could also feel the refreshing, cool air and the sound of the river. But this place... even the air smelled stale. He steps closer, then smells the familiar scent of a border marking from his clan. Maybe a passing Windclan patrol?
"So this is how a border marking smells like." Bouncepaw comments, scanning the area to see if there were any other cats nearby. He doesn't think so, at least for now. He looks up at Bluestrike. "Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan. Are we going back to camp now?" His voice has some disappointment in it.
Eh, its not as bad as RiverClan. Bluestrike joked, not catching on to how his apprentice felt. No, we're going to head to the forest to maybe get some training in. He mewed.
(Next post you do will be back in the training thread, I'll mention you there)
The tunneler took the apprentices to the shadowclan border first, a keen eye on the four as he tried to keep calm and not be too mad given most of them werent at fault.
"Right, mark the border an' then yer lookin' for juniper berries. Theyre little blue purple berries on bushes wit' pine needles an' have a sharp woodsy pine like scent. Remember, blue/purple not red not any other colour an' limit the amount, we're gonna be gettin' burnet at Sedgewater an' honey at the thunderglade after this an' ya can only take so much."
Spotting a bush the tom gestured to it as an example and decided to snack on one as he was there. It'd be a nice break to have smooth calm and smooth breathing, brought by the berries, for once anyways.
"Alright so some o' ya'll obviously dont know the play when yer patrol mates let ya down. Ya aint helpless, if they dont show ya can tell me an' be off the hook entirely. It just has ta be before patrols are due. If yer gettin' nervous because time is close? If they ditched ya an' disappeared mid way? Say somethin'. Yer not gonna get in trouble for that, only if ya dont show, disappear mid patrol yerself, or stay silent only then ta later get upset yer in the doghouse wit' the trouble cats."
The tom waited until it seemed they'd all marked the border and collected the juniper berries, wondering if any of them noticed his raspy breathing and speech was now smooth and so sussed out the use, and moved on. He wasnt going to wait to see if they had things to say when they had a job to do and next up was sedgewater.
Whispering Wetlands was the first of the borders on their tour, and Shrewstep approached it with a pep in his step. As always. Because that was just how he was. Until he was dead tired, he had no reason not to be beebopping about with a smile on his face. Shadepaw did......not seem impressed by this, but that was kind of just her problem. Shrewstep wasn't going to bother changing who he was for this little mite of an apprentice. He'd made it this long being cheerful in the dour world of Shadowclan (ok so maybe he'd spent half his time being just as gloomy and defensive as the rest of them but that was in the past before he'd discovered the joy of having fewer attachments).
This is Whispering Wetlands, our border with Windclan. he began, narrowing his eyes slightly at the moorland. He had no love for the rabbits, none at all. They had been on better terms recently and it appeared Twilightstar and Dawnstar had some sort of respect for each other, but moons upon moons of hostilities in his young life meant it was hard to forget and forgive Their leaders the oldest at the minute, and we've been on decent terms with them for a good few moons now. That being said, here came his personal venting they were our main enemies for a while. Drove us out of our camp when I was an apprentice, during Icestar's time, but we got them back eventually! The border had been lined with pelts, a tactic he'd seen as horribly gruesome at the time. But now.....it made perfect sense. @snowflake.
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