Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 48 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Hawkbite - @SuspiciousMindz ]
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The snow had lightened up a little, drifting in fat, wet clumps that piled high on the forest floor and dipped the mighty bows high above them. There was no wind, and the biting chill usually present alongside it was gone. Even Mistlewhisker's thinner pelt felt reasonably warm as she walked alongside Hawkbite. The forest had gone silent with the storm, and she was sure plenty of creatures were hiding away in the aftermath of the patrols she had just sent out this morning.
The silence that hovered around them and stretched between them was soft, a hushed promise of companionship. Mistlewhisker had felt like things were falling apart one after another, what with Mossfreckle disappearing, Rookfire's demotion, the owls, the decline of the weather and prey, and the ever-present tension that was slowly ramping up between the clans. Though Mistlewhisker never shied from a problem. Coming up with solutions and executing those solutions were things she loved doing. But, unfortunately, it seemed Hawkbite's teachings had an effect on her, and she was ready for a well-deserved break. At least until she got back to the clan.
Mistlewhisker let her pelt brush up against Hawkbite's, her tail twining with his over the snow. She was a little awkward at first--trying to keep her distance while still being close enough, clearly unused to the display of affection. But she got there after a grumble under her breath, and let herself soak up his warmth.
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Mistlewhisker is ShadowClan's current Deputy!
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"There's a hand on my throat, and a blade at my feet; but the weight of the world won't bend my knees."
As an embodiment of stealth, the Commander moved silently and without trace of a scent as he often did these last few moons. Maybe it was his smaller figure, lighter weight, but even with Mistlewhisker crunching the snow adjacent to his, he was silent. It was an odd thing, his girlfriend inviting him out. Usually, he had to convince her to go out with him. Were his antics finally rubbing off on her?
Unlike Mistlewhisker, awkward to show affection out here, Hawkbite encouraged it by tightening his tail with hers, allowing a soft purr to echo across the snow around them. They were far enough away from camp that he didn't really feel the need to worry about anyone else hearing that rare sound leaving him. Being the smaller of the two, his coat was also shorter all around. Thick, but short, not quite enough to cover the bite of the cold. He was thankful when Mistlewhisker pressed up against him, enjoying both her warmth and simply the close presence. But would he ever admit to being attention deprived? No...
"What's the occasion, gorgeous?" He'd speak softly, ensuring that if anyone was sneaking around, they wouldn't hear him. His voice -- this lovely tone -- was meant for her and only her.
Pondlily led the way into the forest-y terrain (even though it was basically all forest), her pawsteps making no sound. She was relieved to see that the apprentices had followed her, and she rolled her shoulders before she addressed them.
“Broom and uprooted chervil, all right?” The warrior looked at them, her river-blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “That is what Sleepysunrise wishes for us to bring back. Now, let’s get to harvesting some herbs.”
Turning her attention away from her patrolmates, Pondlily parted her jaws slightly to taste the air. The sharp tang of broom hit her scent glands, and the she-cat bounded over to a nearby bush that was the herb.
[ Pondlily rolled a 19 on a D20 for harvest! Harvest successful! ]
[ Pondlily rolled an 18 on a D20 for condition! Broom intact! ]
[ + 2 Broom ]
Grabbing the broom that she had harvested, Pondlily yet again tasted the air. The sweet yet strong scent of chervil filled her nose, and she looked up to see a nearby plant where the scent was coming from—chervil. It had to be.
[ Pondlily rolled a 17 on a D20 for harvest! Harvest successful! ]
The ShadowClanner padded over to the chervil plant on paws that made no sound, using a forepaw to gently dig up a few of the roots.
[ Pondlily rolled a 20 on a D20 for condition! Uprooted Chervil intact! ]
[ + 3 Uprooted Chervil ]
Pondlily was pleased when there didn’t seem to be damage whenever she dug up a few of the roots, her tail waving in the air behind her with satisfaction. She grabbed her herbs and made her way back to where she and the apprentices had separated to wait on them to return.
[ @Beaan // @phoenix — this post took me ages you better appreciate it /silly /jjjj ]
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as soon as pondlily had led them to the location, the older apprentice got straight to work in her search, slipping into the shadows.
[roll: 12, 1, 1. success! +1 broom]
it took a while, but the half-blind cat soon found a singular broom. he wouldn't waste any herb they could find, so the apprentice grabbed the herb and continued on the search.
[roll: 11, 10, 13. sucess! +2 uprooted chervil]
after a bit more searching (and a lot more freezing weather), cloverpaw managed to find some chervil. she gently dug it out, making sure the roots were intact before collecting them. one more search wouldn't hurt.
[roll: 13, 19, 9. success! +1 broom]
her luck was the same as her first find - a singular good broom flower. the small tabby collected some and stalked back over to her patrol. she emerged from the shadows before sitting down, dropping her findings at his paws.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
QUILLPAW he/him | 12 moons | tall, dark grey tabby tom, varying grey markings with heterochromatic amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader, silver tongue ]
as the group arrives at the landmark, quillpaw wastes no time splitting off in his own direction. after a bit of searching, he catches sight of a plant that looks identical to the broom his sister had displayed earlier. leaning down, he plucks the herb before continuing his search. luck must be on his side today, because a few moments later, he finds more broom and collects it.
now.. he just needs to find chervil. nose scrunching, he takes a second to survey the territory before padding further into the evergreen forest. he isn't too concerned about any danger, considering he's still within earshot of his patrol-mates.
after finding the next herb, he swiftly harvests it and returns to the spot the group had originally split off from. stars, his paws were freezing.
[ @kira @Beaan, apologies for a short reply ;w;
+ 2 broom, + 1 uprooted chervil ]
As an embodiment of stealth, the Commander moved silently and without trace of a scent as he often did these last few moons. Maybe it was his smaller figure, lighter weight, but even with Mistlewhisker crunching the snow adjacent to his, he was silent. It was an odd thing, his girlfriend inviting him out. Usually, he had to convince her to go out with him. Were his antics finally rubbing off on her?
Unlike Mistlewhisker, awkward to show affection out here, Hawkbite encouraged it by tightening his tail with hers, allowing a soft purr to echo across the snow around them. They were far enough away from camp that he didn't really feel the need to worry about anyone else hearing that rare sound leaving him. Being the smaller of the two, his coat was also shorter all around. Thick, but short, not quite enough to cover the bite of the cold. He was thankful when Mistlewhisker pressed up against him, enjoying both her warmth and simply the close presence. But would he ever admit to being attention deprived? No...
"What's the occasion, gorgeous?" He'd speak softly, ensuring that if anyone was sneaking around, they wouldn't hear him. His voice -- this lovely tone -- was meant for her and only her.
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 48 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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Mistlewhisker did not move away as Hawkbite sidled up to her, instead canting her head to look at him with her one good eye. Her gait was casual, loose, and her expression was warmer than usual. Rather than the perpetual piercing, authoritative stare she usually sported, her lips were upturned, her brow raised, eyes full of wry mirth.
"Hn," Mistlewhisker intoned, tilting her chin towards the sky in a gesture of sarcastic understanding. You know the one. "Careful, Hawkbite. This could just be a routine patrol." It very obviously was not, what with how close they were and whatnot. The Deputy looked up, scanning the black, spindly trees reaching up towards the grey sky. Even without the sun, it was much brighter in this section of the territory, since the snow reached the ground. "I thought it apt to celebrate a round of patrols where not a single punishment had to be ordered." The first one Mistlewhisker could remember. Leave it to Mistlewhisker to be excited about work.
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Mistlewhisker is ShadowClan's current Deputy!
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"There's a hand on my throat, and a blade at my feet; but the weight of the world won't bend my knees."
"Wooowww~" Hawkbite cooed playfully, bumping into Mistlewhisker a little since he apparently couldn't walk very straight on the snow. "Cats doing their jobs, hm? Pretty sad we have to celebrate that, but I'm happy if you're happy," the Commander would tease. His thoughts lingering on the word "celebration" longer than it should have. "So how are we celebrating? Just a cutesy little walk? Not that I mind, but I have a better idea in mind."
Hawkbite would cast Mistlewhisker a mischievous glance, only giving her a second to respond to the question before one of his forepaws worked quickly to scoop and throw the soft powder up at her. The action was quick and would only land snow on her chest and chin -- given the close proximity and size difference. Hopefully that would surprise her just long enough he could sneak away, a good couple tail lengths before his mischievous glint returned.
"Celebration includes fun, y'know," Hawkbite chirped, quickly swatting at the snow again, sending a flurry over Mistlewhisker in hopes it land on her head and body. Now, he just had to stay out of smacking distance, but he secretly hoped she'd indulge in his shenanigans.
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He/Him | ShadowClan Aid | Herbal Knowledge Tier 1
As Weepingpaw spoke, Rockjaw looked surprised for a second, but quickly shrugged it off. So what if he talked a little different? Hell, after his accident, Rockjaw did too. Besides, he wasn't one to lose patience with the youngins.
Glancing at Lionpaw as the young cat approached, the tom nodded. "Awright, let's get movin'." He mewed gruffly, watching curiously as Weepingpaw bid the deputy farewell. They must be related, he assumed. Ah, their mother, mayhaps? Hmm...he really needed to pay closer attention to things. How could he have missed that? Anyways...he was surpised that the young apprentice kept so close to him, but it was nice to know his deformity didn't scare him away. Padding out of the camp, he began to lead the patrol towards Dawning Woods.
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"So, Weepin'paw, ya don't kno' 'ow to hunt right?" The tabby asked, amber eyes flicking to Lionpaw. "An' wha' about you?" He asked as he picked his way down the path. "I can 'elp, Newtbelly," Rockjaw said, now looking at the other warrior. "But, ah, my bite's not tha' strong." He explained with a shrug. "I can 'elp teach 'em how ta crouch, but might be better ta have ya show 'em the killin' bite."
Re: Dawning Woods
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