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Post by gingerluna on Jul 16, 2019 17:38:14 GMT -6
Amberhaze (ginger), Pepperfang (mia), Trenchflame (nifty), Sunthistle (browntail)
The word around camp was that there'd been a spat at the gathering about WillowClan cats crossing the border. They were doing their best to keep the markings fresh, and patrol the border frequently to ensure no one got the wrong idea, especially after the last...incident. Amberhaze was happy to do her part, and she trotted alongside her clanmates, ears perking as she heard the border stream. "Keep your ears pricked and your noses sharp," she reminded, slowing her step. The last thing they needed was to be caught unawares.
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Post by 20mia08 on Jul 17, 2019 15:53:35 GMT -6
Pepperfang wanted to fight.
She wouldn't go saying that outright to her clanmates, at least not yet, but she craved the satisfaction of slapping that smug smirk off the face of a WillowClan warrior. She did have an apprentice back at camp that she had to be a "model" for, but the stout warrior really didn't care about how Lionpaw saw her. He had the right to grow into whatever type of cat he wanted to be, so long as he was as loyal to AspenClan as she was.
Otherwise, she'd have to beat him up, too.
The silver-and-black molly followed Amberhaze with a hungry gleam in her eyes, although she kept her guard up. After all, it would be her pleasure to confront any trespassers.
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Post by browntail on Jul 19, 2019 17:38:40 GMT -6
Sunthistle followed Amberhaze quietly, her body tense as she scanned the other side of the border for any kind of movement. Unlike usual, where she'd crack a joke during patrol to pass the time while still keeping an eye on everything around her, she stayed silent, acknowledging Amberhaze's comment with a stiff nod. Even so, there was a slight nervous energy to her movements, betraying her attempts at hiding her anxiety- though she wasn't particularly nervous, she had to admit there was some part of her that wanted to find a trespasser, if for nothing else, for the thrill of being in battle.
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 20, 2019 13:52:06 GMT -6
Trenchflame kept to the back of the patrol, eyes scanning their surroundings. He’d been making limited strides with his clanmates—he truly was trying to make changes, but it was hard. Mental images couldn’t exactly be changed overnight. Not to mention, he was starting to get old, and he could feel it. He couldn’t keep up being a warrior for much longer.
It was a thought that he felt at odds with. He never pictured himself in the elders’ den before, not at all. It was on his mind now though, and he still couldn’t process it. The den wasn’t empty, but he would feel alone. He came to terms with Nimblestep’s death, but she still should have been there with him.
He didn’t want to become an elder.
As soon as the thought occurred to him, Trenchflame squashed it. They had something to focus on.
The border markings picked up on the breeze. AspenClan’s were strong, as were WillowClan’s. That could easily be hiding something, so they would have to look closer.
“WillowClan’s scent is very strong,” he said once the border came into view. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they were trying to hide another crossing.”
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Post by gingerluna on Jul 20, 2019 16:37:34 GMT -6
Amberhaze glanced back at Trenchflame as he spoke. The scent wafted across the stream, obviously stronger after the confrontation at the gathering. "We'll have to check and make sure the scent's on their side of the river," she said, looking back at the patrol. "Sunthistle, Trenchflame, you work your way upstream. Pepperfang and I will head downstream. If you find something, shout. Meet back here once the scent lessens." With that, she stepped over to Pepperfang. "Ready to go?"
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Post by 20mia08 on Jul 20, 2019 18:27:39 GMT -6
"Born ready." Her response came immediately and tensely, like a warrior bred for war. The stocky warrior stood in an alert posture, stretching her neck in the meantime as she prepared to march onward. It would be Pepperfang's honor to pick up the scent of an intruder, even if it meant potentially starting a war. It could be treacherous and ultimately result in the loss of lives, whether it be from infection or directly from the claws of the enemy. War wasn't always healthy.
It didn't matter, anyways.
She was confident that AspenClan would reign victorious.
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 20, 2019 22:18:12 GMT -6
Trenchflame fought the urge to let his fur stand on end. No matter how much he tried, no matter how much time passed, no matter how many times it happened, being ordered around always left a sour taste in his mouth. There were times and places for such feelings, he was distantly aware, but he seemed unable to identify those times or places. It was only recently, by some miracle, that he learned to hold his tongue. It was his problem through and through that it took him almost his whole life to learn, but progress was progress, wasn’t it? He merely nodded to the far younger warriors before he flicked his tail for Sunthistle to join him, and he set off for a different part of the border.
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Post by browntail on Jul 21, 2019 7:23:17 GMT -6
Sunthistle followed Trenchflame silently, keeping her ears high as she listened for footsteps or any other signs that they weren't alone. She didn't quite enjoy being ordered around, but she knew arguing wouldn't end well, and it wasn't the time for that, either, considering she hadn't been made a warrior that long ago. So she ignored those feelings, keeping her eyes trained on the other side of the border with occasional glances towards their own territory.
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Post by gingerluna on Jul 21, 2019 8:33:07 GMT -6
Amberhaze nodded to Pepperfang and turned to work her way downstream. “I’ve led so many patrols, but it still feels strange to make decisions like that,” she confessed as they slipped out of earshot of the others. The scent of WillowClan was strong, and she walked with her nose to the ground, carefully checking each bit of forest floor. “Oh, why is WillowClan so squrriely about something so serious? Do they want a war?” Maybe they were bitter about the last squabble, and they wanted to provoke AspenClan into an attack. “Other Clans just don’t raise their kits with respect like we do. They wander all about.” She sighed, flashing Pepperfang an exasperated, yet amused look.
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Post by 20mia08 on Jul 21, 2019 9:03:37 GMT -6
Pepperfang proceeded to taste the air as she followed along with Amberhaze, seemingly unbothered by the molly's orders. What mattered more to the peppered warrior was finding the scent of an intruder, and then hopefully shredding a harebrain as well. "Inferior is what they are." The she-cat finally muttered under her breath with a scowl, tail twitching irritably as she suddenly pivoted on her paws. She was getting something...
The strong odor bathed her tongue, mingling with the fresh and bold scent of AspenClan borders. She followed it to a nearby tree on their side of the border, taking note of the disturbed flowers. "Here!" She barked with a wild gleam in her eyes, like a bloodhound that found her trail. "It reeks of adolescence and foolishness. This scent is familiar, like I've smelled this stinky hairball before. Definitely a WillowClan idiot."
Her claws were already unsheathed, and she whirled around to face Amberhaze with her fur puffing up. "Time to smash some skulls in!"
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 21, 2019 22:44:07 GMT -6
(Is this good here or did anything else need to happen?)
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Post by gingerluna on Jul 22, 2019 14:41:51 GMT -6
(this is honestly fine)
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Post by browntail on Jul 22, 2019 15:19:08 GMT -6
((where are we moving this then?
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Post by gingerluna on Jul 23, 2019 12:58:30 GMT -6
(We’ll end it and assume they went and told Echostar)
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