tumultuous toil ღ closed

ooc; windclan posts first, then shadowclan.

Dovepaw didn't know how to feel. Of course, she absolutely despised Wolfpaw, so when the stupid tom hadn't been found in camp one day, the gray tabby was far more than ecstatic. Now, she wouldn't have to be caught up with worrying about that fox-heart coming into the apprentices' den in the middle of the night and slaughtering her and the other apprentices in cold blood. However, a tiny bit of the she-cat's mature side was telling her that letting a cat like that roam around in the forest aimlessly was dangerous. What if he was dead? That would be great. Dovepaw figured that she should stop thinking about a cat who was no longer WindClan's issue anymore. There was a slight hop in her step as she raced in front of Gustpuddle to approach the Thunderpath. The fumes, as usual, burned her nose and made her shrink back in disgust. How could those idiotic twolegs ever manage to tolerate these sort of things? The gray tabby felt her fur be ruffled by the breeze created by a passing monster.
"Yuck," The apprentice spat, "I hate Thunderpaths. Why does WindClan have to share a border with this stupid thing?"
Dovepaw turned her head towards Gustpuddle as if expecting an answer from the older she-cat.

Brindlewhisker had assigned Gustpuddle to a patrol with Dovepaw, on which they'd patrol the borders. This meant walking alongside the wretched Thunderpath, which was never fun, even if she was used to it as a senior warrior. Her grey fur bristled as monster after monster rushed by, twolegs in tow. Her normally happy spirit was dimmed by the gut-wrenching stench, but she just shook it off as she normally would. "Just make sure to watch for anything across the border. Mottleheart is a great cat to talk to, but I'd rather not talk to him while he's treating my wounds." The tiny she-cat walked along the Thunderpath, a bit faster than normal so that she could keep up with the rowdy apprentice.

Mothpaw padded along in the snow, clumps of it sticking to her long fur. She was content being out in the territory, though she hated border patrol. The reason? The Thunderpath. That thing smelled horribly, and everytime she came near it she couldn't get the scent out of her nose for days. The tortoiseshell cat turned to her companion, Rowantalon, with a small smile. "Let's make this quick. I don't want to get the smell of the Thunderpath on my pelt." She said lightly.