Briarsplash was more than pleased at the outcome. A lot more cats showed up than she'd anticipated; good thing most of them already knew how to hunt, and were here to help support the Clan. She was no less pleased to spy Dawnstar and Mistlewhisker among them, and... hey, even Sleepysunrise.

Upon seeing the scarred leader, and some others with recent injuries like Flytail and Hazycry, she'd almost begrudgingly wondered if she should tell them to back off. But similarly to Rookfire's thoughts, once she saw Sleepy, she was more than fine to kick back. Hey, if the medic thought they were fine, then good. And if any of them tore open a scabbed wound, she'd be right there, eh?

The Enforcer's golden-green eyes surveyed the crowd silently beside Rookfire. Then she glanced over at him, the faintest of smirks on her maw — something akin to brute humor. "You wanna split 'em up?" she offered. One, because she didn't like speaking any more than she had to. And two, Rookfire was much more vocal (comparatively) when it came to asserting himself. He'd probably want a shot at this whole organizing... thing. Was she imagining the eagerness in his eyes?

She figured he'd be smart enough to offer himself (or her) for training if anyone needed tips and tricks on how to hunt, and specifically at night. Otherwise, they could send the others off willy-nilly through the forest and hunt to their heart's content, or whatever he'd wanna do. With this crowd, they should be drawing in a good amount of prey, unless everyone totally bombed it. This would be a good opportunity to make up for any slackers on Mistlewhisker's recent hunting patrols, eh? Maybe a nice little feast afterwards would be in order.

"Go for it," Briarsplash grunted after a moment, sweeping her tail to let Rookfire take the stage. It gave her a moment to look around one more time for a... certain orange pelt. No, she wasn't... disappointed, or anything. Pfft.

Ah, she should've known that Rookfire would've given himself the more level-headed apprentices if given the chance. Well played. Besides a knowing, halfhearted glare, the she-cat didn't say anything as she let her fellow Enforcer split them up. And he took Dawnstar and Mistlewhisker too, hm? Rather bold of him. Perhaps he was vying to regain his leader's fondness.

If you want that, just don't push your luck, she mused to herself. Rookfire's courageous (or foolish, some might say) challenge of Hawkbite's position at the Enforcer event was somehow impressively ambitious, and far too brash. Still, she could at least appreciate his internal vision, given that half of the other cats who'd vied for a challenge hadn't even been worth consideration under Dawnstar's point of view. Rookfire was at least one of those that could talk and follow up his claims with some fine fighting and duty. It'd earned her begrudging respect over time.

Anyway, she perked back up to focus on who actually was assigned to her group, not who wasn't. It didn't escape her that all the others who'd fought, including Newtbelly, Flytail, and Hazycry, were with her. And they had Sleepysunrise, which was good — if their injuries acted up, the medicine cat was right there. Briarsplash figured all of these guys were competent enough to know their own limits, but then again, the amount of frog-brains even in her own Clan could surprise her.

The Enforcer watched with a peculiar expression as Houndpaw claimed Rookfire made bad groups; she let out a raspy scoff, shrugging her broad shoulders. "Get used to it, kid. You can't always go in the groups you want." That being said, if he or anyone else wanted to split off or cling to somebody, she wouldn't stop 'em. This was just a casual night hunting event, not an official patrol. She wasn't paid to care that much. (I just work here)

Briarsplash would give a few minutes for her Clanmates to settle into their new groups as they pleased before giving Rookfire a curt nod. Then she turned to her own, eyes narrowed in a neutral but focused expression.

"Alright, you heard 'im. If you're with me, we're headed out. Once we get there, don't go too far, but don't get in other cats' business, either." The instruction came as she rose to her paws once more, beckoning them all with her fluffy tail. Then she began to pad out, silent for most of the walk into the forest.

- - -

It was a pleasant evening in greenleaf, and the sky was darkening to cover them in a blanket of early stars. Briarsplash peered up at it as they walked, generally following Rookfire's group until she split off at a certain point, making sure each group would have their space. As she came to a stop in a small clearing in between some looming pines, she turned to face her assigned faces.

"This seems like a good spot. If you know what you're doin', go on and meet me back here when you've caught a decent amount of prey. The rest of you, stick around for some tips." She'd wait a moment for them to do that, and then fixed her attention on whoever was left. "Night hunting is a bit different than daytime, mainly 'cause of what creatures are more active and because of your own visibility. Besides that, the forest gets quieter, too, which you gotta match. Got it?" A sharp golden-green gaze surveyed those that stayed, ensuring that they were listening. They better be.

"Now, I'm only going to offer this once right now, so speak now or I'm not waiting for you. If you want to learn night hunting specifics, or need to learn basic hunting at all, come stand by me and I'll teach you." If they were too meek or shy, she'd just pass over them, and they'd have to forever hold their frustrated peace. She'd have no patience with those that'd hesitate to better their skills.