Mmmm Crowy was sending out patrols? Lovely. From her spot by the entrance of the nursery, Firestorm listened to the assignments with half-interest. Of course, she would remain in camp, as she had done for the last 6 and a half moons now, but it was fine… it would be fine…
Or so she thought. Her head snapped up and she was drawn out of her daze when Crowtooth called her name. She was to go on patrol? And she was leading one!? Her eyes lit up with excitement before she outwardly let out a groan when Littlekit’s shenanigans were mentioned. That had been… not fun. Though she profusely apologized for her daughters actions afterward, it seemed that Crowtooth was still very unhappy about it. Oh well, she’d catch enough prey to make up for it!
”C’mon now, love. I already sai’ sorry innit? How was I sposed ta’ know that Littlekit was gonna ruin tha whole pile, hmm? She went an’ smooshed it while I wasn’t lookin! Don’t forget, I was tha one who had to get tha stink off’er. C’mon now Crowy, ya ain’t gotta be like that ~” She said, sticking her tongue out at the deputy when she got closer to him. Now then, where was this Snowblind? Were they actually blind? Oooh that could be fun!
[ @Rani @Ozzkat I know that this is really late (my apologies!), however, I will be proceeding with the patrol sometime after September 17, 11:59 EST to get this moving along -- oh oh oh I also got us an extension to the 23!]
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Twilightstar returned to camp and set her herbs down as she scouted for the medicine cat. She was tired and wanted a nap, Beastspark, though nice to see again, was a taxing friend which is why she only saw him in doses.
"Lightningstorm,"Twilightstar padded over with herbs in her maw after spotting the smaller she-cat. "Sorry, it took a bit. Herbs are a bit harder to locate in the twolegplace. Here are the herbs you need." She set down the chamomile she had been carrying and moved back to allow Snowybreeze and Lightningpaw some room.
SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES
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WHITERABBIT . 20 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN
Hmm...her li'l buddy isn't out and about, it looks like. Whiterabbit stamps her feet idly, tip-tapping once again and squinting all pensive. Would it be that low to zip off now and leave an apprentice in the dust? It's not lower than she'd ever happily stoop—has ever stooped before, for that matter—but there's this annoying little shred of conscience tucked in the way back of her brain that has a thing or two to say about the idea. Goodness knows that won't last long, but while it does, she falters. She sucks her teeth. Should I go dig Spottedpaw out of the Apprentice's den or wherever? Causing a scene might be fun—she likes that kind of thing—but time is of the essence, here. The reedy she-cat forces a delicate cough out and calls out of the side of her mouth in a what she hopes is a youthful high pitch:
"Coffcoff, oh no, I, Spottedpaw, don't feel so good and may need to be dismissed from this patrol stuff..."
And then back talking like normal, walking very urgently for the camp's entrance: "Awh, no, Spottedpaw! That's too bad! It's okay, kiddo, I've got this one, you take it easy—but you could probably catch up to me on my way out to the SKY GLADE to HUNT if you startfeelingbetterbye!"
Whiterabbit's booking it, now. Come hell or high water she is going outside.
Deadmoon stalked back into camp, determinedly not looking at Twigleg. Because he was an idiot, and she was not even going to dignify him with a glance. Not that Twigleg probably wanted her glances, he was probably equally angry at her. At least Silverrose had told him to shut up as well, which was nice. Though probably not so much in support of her as just....keeping your maw shut and not fighting in front of other clans. Oh well. She was aware she hadn't actually covered herself in glory when snapping back, but at least she'd waited until they were well out of earshot of any potential fishy listeners!
We didn't see anything lurking around the border this time. There was a Riverclan patrol there, and I greeted them in order to inquire whether or not they had seen anything in the river. They had not. This much was relatively unproblematic, though perhaps a bit annoying if one was Silverrose or Twigleg. Bloody Twigleg. Twigleg was annoyed by this, and had a sulk about it. I don't think the Riverclan cats heard though, they left quite quickly as I think they were already done marking. Ugh, this was just...not a good report. Crowtooth had been all 'oh, you can handle this' and then she had decidedly not handled it. Or maybe Twigleg was just an annoyance. Deadmoon didn't really know why she was taking the blame for this whole thing onto herself, she had been intending nothing but to be friendly. At least they didn't get into a fight? @Rani @Estelle @Lightningpaw666
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Twigleg wouldn't say anything as the old grumpy tom simply waited to see if anything was to be done about him. To be honest Twigleg didn't think it was a punishable offense to be grumpy but he still remained resolute in willing to at least take his lickings like a Warrior. If there was to be punishment he wouldn't shy away from it at least. The lanky brown tabby warrior with thin legs waited to see what Crowtooth might do. @Rani @Estelle @gs29513
''Yes, well... I cannot say I enjoy sudden pleasantries with RiverClan, but they kept to themselves, at least, and to their side of the border.''
Silverrose added in a matter-of-factly hum, walking up beside Deadmoon as she decidedly not wanted to stand right next to the grumpy old twig -- she'd rather not the steam coming out of his ears mess up her fur. Whatever was going to happen between those two now Silverrose would stay out of.
Hmm...her li'l buddy isn't out and about, it looks like. Whiterabbit stamps her feet idly, tip-tapping once again and squinting all pensive. Would it be that low to zip off now and leave an apprentice in the dust? It's not lower than she'd ever happily stoop—has ever stooped before, for that matter—but there's this annoying little shred of conscience tucked in the way back of her brain that has a thing or two to say about the idea. Goodness knows that won't last long, but while it does, she falters. She sucks her teeth. Should I go dig Spottedpaw out of the Apprentice's den or wherever? Causing a scene might be fun—she likes that kind of thing—but time is of the essence, here. The reedy she-cat forces a delicate cough out and calls out of the side of her mouth in a what she hopes is a youthful high pitch:
"Coffcoff, oh no, I, Spottedpaw, don't feel so good and may need to be dismissed from this patrol stuff..."
And then back talking like normal, walking very urgently for the camp's entrance: "Awh, no, Spottedpaw! That's too bad! It's okay, kiddo, I've got this one, you take it easy—but you could probably catch up to me on my way out to the SKY GLADE to HUNT if you startfeelingbetterbye!"
Whiterabbit's booking it, now. Come hell or high water she is going outside.
Spottedpaw was exhausted. Not physically but in spirit. She still found it hard to drag herself out to go anywhere. She really thought that she was turning things around but it seemed like she was being dragged back into the ditch she found herself in for moons. Then she heard some cat yell out and called her name. She walked out to see whiterabbit running away like hell was personally hunting her down. She was forzen for a few whiskers length of time from pure bewilderment before it snapped to her. "Oh we are playing like that now, huh?" She muttered to herself before chasing after the warrior with a light jog. She wasn't going to tired herself out, she was already late after all what was a bit more tardiness?
SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES
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WHITERABBIT . 20 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN
"Growtoof I 'ave a kwesh-hun!" Whiterabbit's practically walking on air on her way back, speaking around her double-rabbit, solo-bird haul as best she can. The prey is discarded momentarily because she really means it, about this question. "Okayso, hunting went well, was really happy to bear witness to Spottedpaw's miraculous recovery--true story of overcoming the odds, there, she even went and got a fat rabbit in the end, big wins all around--and uh...oh, right, so, out there, there was this this, one of them uh, pricklypines? You know, with the," she arches her back up comically, trying to will her hackles to rise (a feat that she realizes is pretty hard to do on command) for the charade, "like that, with the quills? The pricklypines? Well, anyway, it was really sweet and I think it liked us a whole lot," meaning it did not immediately harm either of them because they did not immediately harm it, "so, just, for future reference, hypothetically, if one of those...like, wound up in camp...somehow...would that be cool, or...??"
She trails off, hopeful. Expectant. Because, clearly, this is an awesome idea which needs to be greenlit posthaste. I mean, what? Idea? It's not like Whiterabbit's planning anything, actively. It's just that she is suddenly very curious about what might happen if that happened. With the pricklypine. It's all very academic, trust. Whiterabbit clears her throat, licks her lips, carries on diligently:
"Uh, anyway! Fun day, big success, everyone cheered."
Spottedpaw was still a little winded but she followed along, wondering if she should have taking more of a break to catch her breath. Once they were at the spot, she dropped her rabbit... Then rolled her eyes behind Whiterabbit's back and shook her head softly. What a character, it was refreshing honestly. She stuck around longer to make sure to pull the quills out of the poor rabbit that ran into such a creature. The apprentice made sure to get every little quill as well. What if a kit ate some? ...And perhaps she should spare the older cats as well.
"We might want to eat this one right away." Spottedpaw said as she pawed her despiked rabbit.
Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 54 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes] Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
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Hawkfur stormed into camp, damp and slimy, a stormy look on his face. He immediately made his way to Crowtooth, a wry grin twisting his maw. "You're not gonna believe what we ran into, mate. Frog. Hell." Hawkfur glanced back at Duckfeather and Burnetpaw, gesturing dryly to their similarly soggy states. "Not a cat to be found but the frogs would have out-manned a bloody army." Hawkfur scowled, flicking slime from his nose. "Wouldn't be surprised if they took out ShadowClan in a great battle for the marshes."Clearly he was level-headed and not at all bitter about this.
Re: WindClan Patrols
-- oh oh oh I also got us an extension to the 23!]
