Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrks: Mind reader(permanently active) and Shadow fiend(inactive)
This was torture. Trailing behind her siblings with a scowl; she didn't trust them to not stab her in the back if she dared walk ahead. Hopefully they wouldn't run into any thunderclanners, she just wanted to mark the dang border and go find a dark corner in camp to recover from this traumatising experience.
Stalking away from the other two, Sleepysunrise's words were held to no regard. 'Stay close' Oh please, she could take care of herself and why would she want be in anywhere near their vicinity. She has been forced to go on this patrol, not willingly and not happily. She'd make sure they knew that. Ears flattened and head down, she marked the border in silence. After a minute or two of marking, she returned, brooding and keeping just as far as she was when she arrived.
Both her siblings appeared disgruntled at best; almost like Miss Grandmama often was during meetings, the place where she learned of this feeling, but... Different. Where Moonpaw seemed to react at least a bit to her words, Quietpaw seemed keen on ignoring them even when she stayed just close enough for Sleepysunrise not to comment on it, or call her back. She could see them and she could hear them, Sleepysunrise was not going to restrict the movement of almost-warriors beyond that lest there be danger (well, Moonpaw was far behind in training, but she hoped he knew better now).
She spared not a word to them, they didn't appear as though they would enjoy small talk, and the enforcer was rather poor at that activity herself. She simply set to marking the border herself, thoroughly leaving behind the scant of the shadows in ever spot she walked and passed by, strengthening ShadowClan's scent to mark the border's lines, eyes warily watching across for any sign of ThunderCat life. But there little to note of alarm, and soon enough she waved both her siblings back. ''Done.''
A brief break of the silence, almost awkward, before weaving through the undergrowth and lead the two younger cats back to camp.
[ @Morrigan @Poprock - No worries, all good !! Going to have Sleepy report in ˆˆ ]
| Sprucejumper | 14 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws [T2] - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Active | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
Quiet paws glided effortlessly as the patrol reached the border, the two warriors having left with him despite warrior number two looking worried for the missing apprentice. As far as the chocolate point was concerned, if you couldn't be bothered to show up, that was your problem. He'd had one too many patrols in which he had left alone. Hell, Yowly McLoudy, the previous deputy, had even told him he could leave alone on patrol as long as he told someone what he was doing when he was four moons old due to how often he was left to his own devices. A stunt that would no doubt have gotten him killed and skinned by their glorious little tyrant and her gaggle of star worshiping idiots nowadays. Pokey had called, had assigned, and he'd waited. If Snowpaw wanted to catch up now, though, he wouldn't tell. Annoying as it would be he wasn't about to tattle on a cat for trying to do their damn job, after all.
While the calico had told the patrol that they were free to hunt, Sprucejumper had kept a brisk pace to the border. They could hunt there as long as they kept to their side, and besides... hunting some prey would make the dull task of marking the place a bit more enjoyable at the very least. Honestly, as far as patrols went, this one had to be the dullest type. At least with herbs there was still some level of hunting, even if what they were hunting was not really doing it's best to hide. This was just... marking and hopefully not meeting any cats that were interested in taking your face off because you lived in the wrong side of the border. The most idiotic of the reasons for which the star worshipers battled, but honestly at this point, the former housecat just accepted the fact they would never truly make sense to him. Not fully. And for that he was grateful. The moment star worshiping started making sense, he was going to start questioning his very existence.
With a snort, the young tom sniffed the air, confusion coaxing his tail to twitch despite his expression remaining in its blank state. The scent of ShadowClan was stale. As if they hadn't been patrolling the area of late. ThunderClan's scent wasn't doing all that much better either. It seemed the two clans had been too busy to make sure the stinky cats with the slightly different patch of forest stayed to said patch of forest.
Curious. Sprucejumper knew why ThunderClan had probably not stepped paw around here of late. Angry being her usual, lovable, murderous self was too busy killing her own cats and making sure they stayed in camp for anyone to actually go check the border. Oh. And like... half the clan was dying. There was also that. Details, details... Whatever. That wasn't what interested him. What did was... what were the others doing that they hadn't shown up either? Huh... Whatever. He might make a note of it to Pokey if he remembered.
"Hunting," the dark tom drawled as he turned to his companions, indicating his intent to take down some prey as he marked the border. They were welcome to join him if they wished, they were warriors, after all, one of them being one of those... bug butts Angry put above the rest of the rabble - which he happily fit into - so it wasn't like he could stop them from doing as they pleased anyways. But hopefully they would keep their distance. He liked hunting alone, and considering how being stuck in camp all day made him be insufferably surrounded by cats at all times of late, some him time sounded like a blessing right about now.
Nightgaze followed after her patrol as they departed, falling into her usual fast pace as they traversed towards Herondive hollow. Candescent green gaze drifted over her surrondings while pointed ears strained for the most miniscule of noises. Still had to be cautious. No use dawdling when dangers still lurked. Hopefully this would be a quick, breezy trip and they could make a swift return to camp, besides, they had a missing apprentice to to report.
Slowing into a walking gait as they arrived. Parting her jaws to taste the air, it became apparent that the Shadowclan stench was more muted than usual. Huh, so the fox-hearts were so lazy they'd been neglecting the border? Guess they hadn't been top notch lately either but still. Rolling her eyes, she glanced towards Sprucejumper as he uttered a single word.
"M'kay." She hummed vaguely. Sprucejumper could do what he liked as long as he got the job done and didn't cause trouble. Perhaps she would participate too if she found time. Dispersing from the rest of her pateol, Nightgaze strode swiftly along the border, refreshing it with Thunderclan scent as she passed and exercising the utmost caution. She trusted Shadowclan as far as she could throw 'em...she couldn't throw 'em, look at her.
All done. The hornet puffed out her pitch black pelt against the chilly breeze, shivering as it ruffled her fur. Winter was fast approaching..ugh. There surely wasn't a worst time for snow season with all the sickness. Treading back towards her patrol, a squeak of alarm escaped her as her paw pad connected with something frosty, hard and overall weird laying on the ground. "What the?! How cold is it?!!" Nightgaze exclaimed loudly, in total disbelief that she was eeing what she thought she was seeing: a frog absolutely frozen solid.
...Ooook. What was she supposed to do? Confused and a bit creeped out, she warily pawed at the icy amphibian. This was totally alien for her...was it prey? Well it was dead and Shadowclan ate these things right? They weren't Shadowclanners and this was basically carrion! But- it looked fresh and they needed food...she could ask when they got back to camp. Carefully, she plucked the frozen frog off the ground, it's icy covering splintering as her fangs secured it from slipping out her jaws. Scampering back to the rest of them, ice frog in tow, she gave a small shrug, puzzled herself. "Found dis" She reported around her findings. This would be an intresting memory.
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Cream tabby she-cat with dark brown and orange markings, green eyes and a bobbed tail
She/Her | 21 Moons | + every 20th | ThunderClan Warrior | Friendly and playful
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Milkbee hadn't been out of camp since the lockdown much, especially after that accident with Orangeflower and Stormpaw. And despite the cold weather, she quite enjoyed being out of camp. It was always relaxing. And plus, she didn't mind the cold anyways! She found her thick fur kept her very warm. And very happy. But ah, she was always happy.
The cream furred she-cat hummed in response at Sprucejumper's single, dry word, fighting the urge to frown. Was the warrior always this boring? Could he not have said anything else than just plain 'Hunting'??? Ugh, warriors these days. Not knowing what real fun is.
She trailed behind Nightgaze, quickly marking the borders where the Hornet may have missed. Her thought drifted somewhere as she did so. Milkbee couldn't help but notice the ShadowClan scent was less... Noticeable than the last time she was here. Was it getting too cold for the ShadowClanners to come and mark these borders? Weren't ShadowClan known for being able to adapt well? Or was it RiverClan? WindClan? Sure isn't ThunderClan. She huffed in amusement at her own thoughts. It was true! She couldn't go a few steps without having to hear apprentices and warriors whine and complain about how cold it was, even though it would only get worse from here on. Hmm. Or perhaps all Clan cats were like that. Nobody quite liked the cold, anyway. Maybe except for those cats that have REAAAALLLY thick and fluffy fur. Like herself!
Milkbee was quickly brought out of her thoughts at Nightgaze's loud yell, eyes widening and head turning to stare at the black-furred feline. Hah?? As she padded towards the Hornet, she could see what had startled her. A frog. Frozen solid. Huh? How was that even possible? What happened? Did some ShadowClan cats suddenly discover cryokinesis and froze the frog over? Uh.. That was kinda creepy. Milkbee shuddered and frowned, green eyes narrowing at the frozen rept- uh... A frog is a reptile, right? Uhhh... Oh! Amphibian! Right. The amphibian. She let out a small, nervous chuckle, partly at the crazy thing that happened in her brain just now and partly at Nightgaze's insane discovery.
"Well,,, uh I don't suppose we can eat... That?" She laughed again, looking around as if a ShadowClanner may leap out of nowhere and blast them with an icy breath. "I mean, we could, but don't you think it'd be a little hard to?"
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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 42 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat made his way over, giving an amicable flick of his ear to Newtbelly. He would have to have him over in the nursery soon to see his children. Tuftedtusk would love the extra visitors and family time. Newtbelly was family of sorts.
Something to discuss? His head tipped quizzically at Hawkbite. But he knew better than to bombard with questions, all would be revealed in time. He enjoyed Hawkbite’s company, a worthy patrol mate. Certainly a cat which had gained his respect, perhaps friendliness too.
Newtbelly made sure to take the nettles for a quick dip, brushing the hairs off as Mossfreckle instructed. Soon enough, he saw the patrol was heading back.
He trailed into camp after the others. They'd made it back to camp unscathed, but, where was Hollowpaw? He couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness in his chest, and a slight worry that the warriors of the patrol would be taking the blame for this. Was it their fault if the kid was incompetant? Or, had they gotten lost? He didn't want to consider the possibility. The tom made his was to Mossfreckle, placing the herbs down.
Newtbelly's head perked up, alerted by the enforcer. They need to discuss something? Hopefully something good. His paws rwinged - maybe they'd planm a fight against those pesky owls. The tom headed over, dipping his head and waiting for Owlthroat.
Hawkbite was pleased when the duo appeared. He'd offer each a small dip of his head in greeting before turning and leading them out into the territory. It wouldn't take too long to bring them to the border before he'd slow his pace down, beginning to refresh the scents. "As you're probably aware, we're lacking in the Enforcer aspect. We don't have many left now that some have been demoted, killed, or promoted," the Commander began.
The small feline would cast a glance over at Owlthroat, recalling the spar they shared some moons ago. Hawkbite had his eye on the warrior since then. Then, a glance at Newtbelly and he'd recall some of the efforts he'd seen from the tom. "I'd like to extend a paw to both of you. Offer you two of the positions open. What do you think?"
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 42 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat listen in curiously to Hawkbite, the offer to become an enforcer. Newtbelly too, his old apprentice who’d come so far from when he first stepped under his guidance. In a strange sort of way it felt fitting, where Owlthroat’s ego would usually demand he got there first. The recent knuckling down, becoming a father, driving himself forward. It had slowly grown within him, the idea that him and Newtbelly were in fact more than apprentice and mentor. They were comrades, and has seen the growth together. Less bitter and stood side by side, Newtbelly still had a lot to learn but had certainly proved himself where Owlthroat as a youngster had run amuck.
His gaze wondered, pondering the offer over in his mind. The pinnacle of ambition, something he’d yearned for, been envious of. The tom had an awful lot on his plate but it wasn’t something that he would refuse lightheartedly. Owlthroat would embrace it, for the sake of his children and perhaps that seething dream he’d maintained for his life’s work. His legacy wouldn’t just be through his offspring, but would flourish through his claws and his grit.
”I thank you for your invite Hawkbite, I accept.” Owlthroat’s voice rang with pride despite his best attempts to disguise it. To better Shadowclan, to further their stance in the forest. Bring abundance in prey, ensure that they remained as strong as ever.
”You do me a great honour”, his head dipping respectfully. Yellow hues flickering over to Newtbelly, he’d give his ears a good slapping if he said no.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 42 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat listen in curiously to Hawkbite, the offer to become an enforcer. Newtbelly too, his old apprentice who’d come so far from when he first stepped under his guidance. In a strange sort of way it felt fitting, where Owlthroat’s ego would usually demand he got there first. The recent knuckling down, becoming a father, driving himself forward. It had slowly grown within him, the idea that him and Newtbelly were in fact more than apprentice and mentor. They were comrades, and has seen the growth together. Less bitter and stood side by side, Newtbelly still had a lot to learn but had certainly proved himself where Owlthroat as a youngster had run amuck.
His gaze wondered, pondering the offer over in his mind. The pinnacle of ambition, something he’d yearned for, been envious of. The tom had an awful lot on his plate but it wasn’t something that he would refuse lightheartedly. Owlthroat would embrace it, for the sake of his children and perhaps that seething dream he’d maintained for his life’s work. His legacy wouldn’t just be through his offspring, but would flourish through his claws and his grit.
”I thank you for your invite Hawkbite, I accept.” Owlthroat’s voice rang with pride despite his best attempts to disguise it. To better Shadowclan, to further their stance in the forest. Bring abundance in prey, ensure that they remained as strong as ever.
”You do me a great honour”, his head dipping respectfully. Yellow hues flickering over to Newtbelly, he’d give his ears a good slapping if he said no.
Herondive Hollow... Not a place he was exactly fond of. Better get this over with. He began to place some markers as he listend to Hawkbite. Talk of enforcers... So it's not the owls? He couldn't help but feel a little dissapointed, until he heard what the tom said next.
Had he heard that correctly? From Owlthroat's response, it seemed he had. He exchanged a glace with the black and white tom, beofre responding. "I accept," he responded, putting in some extra effort not to stutter in disbelief. "Thank you Hawkbite." He dipped his head, stopping to think for a second. "I won't let you down." a hard promise, but one he would fulfil, no matter what. Visions or Shrewstep's defeat flashed through his mind. He couldn't fall behind now.
Re: Herondive Hollow
