Upon hearing her name, Fenneldrop perked up - having wandered close to the Grimpeak to see if she was ordered on patrol, she didn't have far to go.
She went to the enforcer, Yellowtwist, and stood nearby as she waited for the others to group up. She's not sure if she would have preferred to go hunting or check the borders. Either way could get her killed easily. The whole patrol could be conspiring against her; there were many killers running loose lately (or something like that, from what she'd heard), so she didn't think it was too irrational to believe that they would all kill her and dump her body somewhere in the mire.
No, that's silly, even the apprentices too? she mentally admonished herself with a slight shake of her head. It's just hunting. Her tail fluttered to her side and she smiled a tiny, lax grin.
ⵌ ➜ #GUTSPAW ˗ˏˋ ✮ it . teeth . bite . // fourteen moons ˎˊ˗
small spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes. has a huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks - notch in left ear.
❝HIGH ACHIEVER, DON'T YOU SEE? BABY, NOTHING COMES FOR FREE !!❞
『 彡 ➜ @Mica @Rowlet 』
Another?? patrol?? The apprentice was not complaining. Any chance to get out of this camp especially with the restrictions Dawnstar put in place was welcomed. Still, Mistlewhisker was spreading slander. "I can hunt just fine y'know!" It barked back at the deputy, shaking its head back and forth. Sure, there session had been a bit uh, mixed instead of solely focused on hunting but really - Gutspaw had managed to catch something the last time it had been sent on a patrol. Bit embarrassing to have a high rank doubt your own capabilities.
.. maybe mistle will wake up with a gift inside her nest for that.
Gutspaw's ears perked up at the sound of Hillrider's voice. Right, patrol. Patrol. It trotted towards the camp entrance, tail swishing back and forth. "Yo."
❝THEY SAY I'M A CONTROL FREAK - DRIVEN BY A GREED TO SUCCEED !!❞
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❝ hold on tight to this time,
this place 'cause everything you know will be erased.
you were born inside your head.
and that is where you'll be when you are dead. ❞ -- the sleepy consumes me --
꒰ pronouns.cc꒱
She/her - 8 moons
Short grey molly with a darker stripe and amber eyes
The collector - Heightened perception (smell) - Hulk SMASH
A grin came over the grey apprentice's face as she hopped up from where she had been sitting. Whispering Wetlands? She wasn't sure if that was the Thudnerclan border or the Windclan one, but remembered that Saltmeadow Marsh was the (former?) border with Riverclan since it was where she had been sent on her first patrol. Which, come to think of it, was the only other border patrol she had been on. Like this one was her second one ever; all of her other ones had just been herb patrols.
Oh well, another excuse for her sniff around in new places, so Pigeonpaw was all good, and bounced over to Squirrels (that was a familiar name) and Stagskull (not familiar name) who were standing there already. "Pidge reporting for duty!" she chirped as she landed beside the warriors and waited for one of them to lead the way (she didn't know where they were going!)
A hunting patrol, sweet! She had been secretly praying that she'd end up on either a hunting patrol or a border patrol once she had finished her last herb patrol.. Can't blame a girl for having her patrol preferences!
She arrived to see that Fenneldrop had already appeared, and she offered the molly a simple smile and a brief nod of her head. “Good day.”
Patrol? The small tom’s head perked up and his ears swiveled to face Mistlewhisker as his name was called. Border patrol, albeit one that was likely to have nothing going on. Riverclan hadn’t been at the gathering, and he presumed that they would go for a dramatic entrance rather than slipping back into their territory under cover of night. But who knew, the fish weren’t exactly know for their upstanding ways.
Padding over to where Hawkbite and Duskpaw would presumably meet him, ears forward and a small smile on his face. Ready when you are! he chirped, small paws doing a little tattoo on the ground. Because, well, he was rather stupid. Any significant looks the enforcer and deputy were passing went over his head both literally and figuratively. @SuspiciousMindz @LostInTheOrchids
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All hail the Rat Queen's!!
Shrewstep has Silver Tongue and Mind Reader purrks
Pit has Just a Scratch and Beefed Up Tier 2
Wispypaw I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
But you can't catch me now + she/her + No purrks
Another day means another patrol they got assigned to, this one was another hunting one. This was the second hunting patrol they've gone on and one border that was cool they guessed. This time thought they would be going with a sibling of theirs and not with two other cats they hadn't interacted with before. Wispypaw would have to try and keep track of Birdpaw to make sure nothing would happen to them. The paw had no faith at the moment for these other fools to not lose her sibling or let harm come to them. Even if they were cool-headed they had no idea what these other two on the patrol were like. The two of them have never been around that much for the argumentative feline to get a decent read on either of them. So on a technicality, they were going into this patrol partially blind to how it would play out, both physically and figuratively.
They could hear others around them meeting up with their patrol mates but they had yet to neither smell nor hear their own anywhere close. What a slight disappointment, guess hey would have to sit and wait patiently for everyone to show up. All they knew was that hopefully the rest of them would show up so they could get on with their time. After all, they had better things to do right now than sit on their butt and be stuck in endless thoughts.
Patrol? The small tom’s head perked up and his ears swiveled to face Mistlewhisker as his name was called. Border patrol, albeit one that was likely to have nothing going on. Riverclan hadn’t been at the gathering, and he presumed that they would go for a dramatic entrance rather than slipping back into their territory under cover of night. But who knew, the fish weren’t exactly know for their upstanding ways.
Padding over to where Hawkbite and Duskpaw would presumably meet him, ears forward and a small smile on his face. Ready when you are! he chirped, small paws doing a little tattoo on the ground. Because, well, he was rather stupid. Any significant looks the enforcer and deputy were passing went over his head both literally and figuratively. @SuspiciousMindz @LostInTheOrchids
Another patrol to lead. Endless things to do these days, huh? He'd need to round up another batch of classes here soon, now that he was thinking about his schedule. It seemed some of the apprentices were due to catch up on training, especially the ark children.
The Commander padded towards Shrewstep, who was already waiting. It appeared his fellow Enforcer was tip-tapping happily at the responsibility. Or perhaps, he took after a former Enforcer who was all bronze and no brains. He hadn't gotten a proper reading on Shrewstep, yet. Maybe he could during this patrol.
Re: ShadowClan Patrol Place
