A border Patrol

Note: Any Windclan, and Shadowclan member can join

Raccoonstar was the leader of a patrol today. She usually lead a patrol due to her paranoia she had gained a while back, but didn't come in effect til a while ago. Everyday the leader was usually seen patrolling one of her two borders at least once. It was more often the Shadowclan border than the Riverclan one. She hoped she wouldn't run into any Shadowclan, if they did things could get ugly. (hinthint)

OOC: Mind if I join?

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Falconfang was right behind Raccoonstar, following his leader on the patrol while simultaneously trying to keep her paranoia from getting too far out of control. They didn't need to get into a battle they couldn't win, though the deputy didn't think he'd mind sinking his teeth into the scruff of a filthy Shadowclan warrior.

Occ: Running, you better join! Mostly cause I already want to start my training...

Ic: Bouncing after Raccoonstar and Falconfang, well...he was somewhat limping/bouncing after them, was Twistedpaw. Happy that this would be his first border patrol and pretty much his first time out of the camp he was smiling from ear to ear. His tail flickered as he gazed around the open moor. He for one didn't notice his mother paranoia but he hoped he wouldn't met any of the other Clans just yet. Seeing how they were on the ShadowClan border; his mind drifted back to the stories that he would hear about the ShadowClan cat's who hearts were as cold as ice. Shaking his head, he attempted to push back the thought as he made sure to stay close his leader and deputy, keeping his mouth open for any scent of the border...it would be a little hard to do so thought because he didn't know what their scent was like...but he could just go until he found the first scent he didn't know right? Or find whatever the 'Thunderpath' he had heard so much about was...

Patcheye trotted after the patrol, her calico fur seeming much cleaner, than it normally was, well it didn't matter. "Good morning, father, mother, and Twistedpaw, my have you grown since you were just a kit" she purred, "Anyways, getting to the patrol, what are we going to do today?" she asked,

Splash. A black paw stepped into a puddle, only to be removed as the she-cat walked on. She obviously wasn't paying attention, having a lot of things on her mind. First of which was the latest battle. Though it was a while ago, she could still feel its lingering affects within the clan. Nightwing was sure that the other clans could still feel the after shock. Stormstar had stepped down almost right after the battle. More like a few days, but she wouldn't know. Either way, WindClan's aftershock was a surprise to some warriors, and not much of a surprise to the Deputy, medicine cats, and leader. Considering the former leader's age.

Wind ruffled her fur, chilling her paws from stepping in the muddy pools. The gale was directed from the moor, so it brought scents of heather and grass. Along with the scent of a WindClan patrol. The deputy stopped in her tracks, and tasted the air just to be sure. Nightwing motioned with her tail to alert her warriors Or apprentices, whoever wants to come about the patrol. By the looks of it, the patrol was just about five fox lengths down on the other side of the Thunderpath. The cat frowned, they had fought together in the battle, but their alliance was over. Now they were enemies again.