Brokenstream padded back into camp, making his way towards Dusklion. "Dusklion," He called out to her before finally pulling to a stop right in front of the deputy. "We've finished the patrol at Smallpines. Nothing out of the ordinary." He purred happily. Finally, things were starting to feel normal. "Let me know if you need anything else."
heavily scarred & skinny black tom with white speckles; cloudy light amber eyes. walks with a prominent limp & has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip.
content + interaction warning : this character frequently explores themes of mental health, complex trauma, and abuse
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| noot sure if he actually needs 2 tag along but doing so just iin case
wormbite trailed after the patrol leader, standing off to the side silently while brokenstream reported.
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The hunt had gone well. He, Wavebreaker, and Salamanderpaw all had something to bring in by the end and that was a good patrol in his book. Especially with the leaves starting fall which meant prey was soon to start hiding away. He really hoped to be in a proper camp come lead bare that was for sure. The sooner they settled and started to prepare for the harsher season the better regardless of where that was. He stepped into the common area of the abandoned nest and found his way to Dusklion and dropping his prey to speak clearly. “Prey ran well enough, nothing out of sorts happened. A fine patrol.” He offered a rather bland report but the patrol itself was just that. No Riverclan drama here, no sirree.
“Salamanderpaw turned things around well, she has a mark of a great hunter in the making.” He tacked on after he thought he was done. And after allowing space for Salamanderpaw and Wavebreaker to speak of wanted and for Dusklion if the deputy had anything say, Seabreeze walked over to the prey pile and dropped his catches off before stalking off to find something to distract him or stare off into space. Either worked for him honestly.
The hunt had gone well. He, Wavebreaker, and Salamanderpaw all had something to bring in by the end and that was a good patrol in his book. Especially with the leaves starting fall which meant prey was soon to start hiding away. He really hoped to be in a proper camp come lead bare that was for sure. The sooner they settled and started to prepare for the harsher season the better regardless of where that was. He stepped into the common area of the abandoned nest and found his way to Dusklion and dropping his prey to speak clearly. “Prey ran well enough, nothing out of sorts happened. A fine patrol.” He offered a rather bland report but the patrol itself was just that. No Riverclan drama here, no sirree.
“Salamanderpaw turned things around well, she has a mark of a great hunter in the making.” He tacked on after he thought he was done. And after allowing space for Salamanderpaw and Wavebreaker to speak of wanted and for Dusklion if the deputy had anything say, Seabreeze walked over to the prey pile and dropped his catches off before stalking off to find something to distract him or stare off into space. Either worked for him honestly.
[ @taillow - Dusklion | @nyme - Salamanderpaw | @Quietheart - Wavebreaker ]
[ Feel free to respond as you wish, I’ll be throwing the patrol up into the patrol menu shortly :3 ]
Wavebreaker
|43 Moons|
Wavebreaker padded up with his prey, passing along a grateful nod to Seabreeze for his words and the space the blue furred tom had allowed him. As he dropped his prey into the pile, he felt satisfied that at least both pieces were nice and fat. Even if it was less prey than he would have liked to bring home, the older warrior had never really been known for his hunting skills. As usual he was just happy to contribute. Once he had freed his mouth to speak, Wavbreaker added to Seabreeze's praise of Salamanderpaw. "I was really impressed by her grit, even though things didn't initially go like she wanted Salamanderpaw never gave up." He turned to give the apprentice a chuffed look, "Keep up that work ethic, the clan needs it right now." His long black spiral brown tail swished back and forth high in the sky with the familiar pride of another job well done.
It was always these small tasks for Wavebreaker that seemed to bring order to the chaos. For now he would allow himself to bath in it.
Salamanderpaw's trudge back is a sore one. Her back hurts from her fall and her ego is bruised something fierce. That hunt was...not good. As a matter of fact, it was very bad. She didn't get the stupid bird. She didn't catch that stinkin' mouse. She barely even caught the lizard hanging from her mouth, now, and the poor thing—which she was fairly certain some other predator had softened up for her first, if the missing tail was any indication—was as beaten as her back felt by the time she'd been certain it was dead. The heavy sound of her awful back-flop keeps ringing in her head. Fwump. Guh. Probably what a stepped-on toad sounds like.
Her ears are red hot and her coat prickles with shame as she brings up the rear of their little patrol. All the way back, she's been plotting her careful escape from this, a way to maintain some dignity. She'll sneak in nice and quiet just to be accounted for, pretend to take the battered lizard to the freshkill, and then wolf it down herself before anyone can see it. She just needs to keep her head low and be quick. Just act normal and nobody will notice. It's fine. It's good. She's got this. She—
—turned things around well—
Salamanderpaw looks up at the sound of her name, instantly mortified. Nooo!! My plan!!! Panic turns her blood cold and almost deafens her. Almost.
—mark of a great hunter in the making.
Her eyes, wide, blink rapidly once-twice-thrice. The sorry lizard hanging from her mouth muffles a low noise of surprise. Does she? Salamanderpaw glances between the pair she'd accompanied out, slowly letting a cautious sort of relief perk her up. When Wavebreaker chimes in in agreement (she has grit! And it's the impressive kind!), there's nothing cautious about it at all. Salamanderpaw squeals triumphantly into her lizard, tail sticking up straight and chest puffed up with glee. Oh, wow. Wow!!! They thought she did alright. Which is basically like thinking she did awesome. Which almost means that maybe she did, maybe she did do awesome. Salamanderpaw's additional report: a great deal of muffled, happy screaming. Once the lizard's been put away and she's gearing up to rush off and find somebody to brag about all of this to, she elaborates on the screeching:
"You guys are so cool!" And then one more time with feeling, just so that Dusklion (and, frankly, half the clan with the way Salamanderpaw's volume keeps ticking up) knows what's up with these two and approximately how cool they are she emphasizes, "they're so! Cool!!!" Officially speaking. Salamanderpaw sweeps away cackling, highly pleased with herself.
♤ Goldfish ♤ ♤The Ace of Spades♤ Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing] ____________________
Goldfish didn’t bother listening to Rookfire. No need to, after all. Nothing he said was very important. She felt the eyes of her patrol mates on her briefly. The Ace of Spades turned her head to nod at her companions when Devil left. The border was marked, their job completed. “That was a dent in the patrol. Alright, we’re done here. Let’s go back.” she mewed, turning to pad back in a half loop the way they came. The tortoiseshell glanced back at each of the cats briefly, a tiny smile on her lips, before flicking her hues back on track.
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The return happened in rapidly, pace seemingly faster than Goldfish had originally thought. That was fine, she didn’t mind. Approaching Dusklion, she gave her a brief grin before a frown formed on her lips. She best report Devil to her. It was the right thing to do after all. “The patrol went mostly well. Except for Rookfire attempting to make it Hellfire. But nothing bad happened, luckily. Just a bit of taunting.” She shrugged and shook her head with a puff. ”Beats me why they care so much. Thats why I call em Devil after all. It’s their job to be a nuisance.” A tight-lipped grin returned on her maw, but it never quite reached her eyes. With her report completed and patrol returned, The scarred feline offered Lioness a brief nod in conclusion of her response before padding away, shaking the thoughts out of her mind as though scattering droplets from her pelt.
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Floodsight ✦ RiverClan | 21 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T1 ; empty slot
It seemed like they might've the last ones back. Not too surprising, but Floodsight had wished they were a little faster. Luckily, there were still cats in the area turning in their patrols one by one. 'Okay, they weren't too too late.'
Once it was her turn, Floodsight dropped her prey gently before briefing over what happened.
"Probably last birds of the season. They'll be gone end of Leaf-fall." How she wished she could be those migratory birds, staying in places where it was warm constantly. Floodsight turned her head around, indicating to the little one. Cricketpaw. Who practically had her first training today. Upon first hearing Dusklion had sent out an inexperienced apprentice, she had been mighty confused. But Floodsight was more than glad to say to it was successful, way better than she'd originally anticipated. "Duskleaf stepped up to teach this little one today and she'd managed to catch a bird. Being her first time hunting and all, I think she did amazing."
The silver molly turned to the other, in case they had anything to add.
Floodsight reviewed the successful hunting trip and how these were probably the last birds of the season. Giving a humbly shy look when the warrior praised her, she glanced at the bird, then her pelt and moved her tongue to try and get out a stray feather from her teeth. Floodsight asked if there was anything else, and the young she-cat genuinely looked up.
Caveclaw was glad to see no further conversation was initiated at the border, and that Splashleap and Rainpaw were both following her.
Soon, they were back at camp, and Caveclaw approached Dusklion.
"Everything was alright at the border." The lykoi mix reported "It was marked easily, though we did encounter a WindClan patrol. But, nothing happened. They only asked about something in the river. I simply shook my head and we moved on."
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[im 90% sure this takes place before the otters were fully announced, apologies if I got that wrong!]
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Caveclaw seemed to have the whole reporting thing handled, which Splashleap was quite grateful for. She was just...sort of there, in case Dusklion needed more details that she wouldn't relish giving, and to make sure the deputy was aware she had actually done the patrol and whatnot. Yes indeed, Splashleap had been responsible and kept the peace and all that, and not lost her damn mind when Deadmoon popped up for no reason except, apparently, to make her life difficult. Whatever. Splashleap had done her patrol and that was that. @Luna16 @taillow @Idiotic.Bean101
Dusklion - RiverClan Deputy
Ears swiveling to the patrols as they started to report in, the deputy blinked in anticipation of the WindClan border patrol. Thankfully, it didn't seem like anything too upsetting had happened. Good. Outside of "something in the water" which the deputy knew was the otters. At least she had seen fit to warn Twilightstar and Crow-food at the gathering about them, so they at least knew what to expect.
"Sounds good, thank for the report Caveclaw," she nodded and dismissed both him and Splashleap with a flick of her tail.
♤ Goldfish ♤ ♤The Ace of Spades♤ Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing] ____________________
Goldfish didn’t bother listening to Rookfire. No need to, after all. Nothing he said was very important. She felt the eyes of her patrol mates on her briefly. The Ace of Spades turned her head to nod at her companions when Devil left. The border was marked, their job completed. “That was a dent in the patrol. Alright, we’re done here. Let’s go back.” she mewed, turning to pad back in a half loop the way they came. The tortoiseshell glanced back at each of the cats briefly, a tiny smile on her lips, before flicking her hues back on track.
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The return happened in rapidly, pace seemingly faster than Goldfish had originally thought. That was fine, she didn’t mind. Approaching Dusklion, she gave her a brief grin before a frown formed on her lips. She best report Devil to her. It was the right thing to do after all. “The patrol went mostly well. Except for Rookfire attempting to make it Hellfire. But nothing bad happened, luckily. Just a bit of taunting.” She shrugged and shook her head with a puff. ”Beats me why they care so much. Thats why I call em Devil after all. It’s their job to be a nuisance.” A tight-lipped grin returned on her maw, but it never quite reached her eyes. With her report completed and patrol returned, The scarred feline offered Lioness a brief nod in conclusion of her response before padding away, shaking the thoughts out of her mind as though scattering droplets from her pelt.
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Dusklion - RiverClan Deputy
The border patrol she was most expectant on, the ShadowClan patrol, returning immediately set Dusklion at east. Well, for a bit. Hearing that Rookfire had been apart of it made her gaze flash, searching to make sure Wisteriawren was safe. Upon seeing her slip back into camp the deputy relaxed a bit once more. "Dunno why they seem persistent on talkin' to a Clan they left after throwin' a fit like a spoiled kit 'cause she didn't get picked to play with herbs," the deputy snorted, obviously unbothered by Goldfish's nickname use. It fit, after all, considering whoever that cat was now was not the Minkpaw that the deputy had once known - and, to be honest, respected.
"Glad you marked the border though 'n nothin' else happened. Though, if we're bein' honest, I wouldn't tell if you got your claws into them 'n taught 'em a lesson on what it's like to fight a real warrior, considerin' their tactic is just goin' after 'paws with no trainin'." Another snorted laugh as the deputy kneaded her paws into the ground in a bit of a stretch. "Thanks for keepin' an eye on Wisty," she added, dismissing the Lionheart with a flick of her tail.
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