Leopardflight-She/Her
16 Moons PURRKS
Chill of Death-Inactive
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Woah. Woah.
Leopardflight had to quickly wake herself up.
ThunderClan border patrol, easy peasy.
Crowtooth also said something about Coldpaw also being blind.
Okay, that's fine. She wouldn't say anything, though, unless Coldpaw asked.
If she knew anything, she knew that pthers constantly mentioning was, uh... not always fun?
Anyway, she navigated her way over, soon standing where she thinks she's found Coldpaw. No Applegrove yet, it doesn't seem. "Hiya Coldpaw!" Leopardflight says enthusiastically "We'll get going soon!"
Bright blue eyes turned as the lieutenant heard her name called, her ears having been perked and alert the second she had seen Crowtooth begin calling out patrols. In truth, the patched she-cat was not usually called out for these, but she did not believe this was a reason to grow complacent. The deputy knew, of course, that she was always available to his beck and call, much like she was for Twilightstar, Lightningstorm, and Rabbitpaw's sake. This had been her disposition ever since she was made a warrior, the positioning of fury changing nothing about her other than forcing her - quite fortuitously - to become closer to the handsome fury commander.
Despite the rain, she heard her name be called very swiftly, and she couldn't help but feel a level of unease at the cats she had been assigned to patrol ShadowClan's border with. Cottonpaw and Shrikepaw. Apprentices the both of them. It was true, if she allowed her biases to not cloud her judgement as surely as the rain clouded this murky, dark day, that as of late ShadowClan's border could be argued to be the safest of the borders WindClan had to maintain. The medicine cats seemed to get along, and Dawnstar would probably prefer to keep the peace if only to have the herbalists retain their constant exchange of herbs and knowledge for as long as it was useful. And yet she couldn't help the overprotectiveness that kindled within her. The way her claws twitched at the prospect of clawing to shreds one of the rats from the marsh.
And yet this trail of thought did not persist, the darlings she had been tasked to lead to such a perilous spot already out and about even as she approached, the two far too young - for they were always too young in her eyes - to be exposed to such evils, all smiles and merriment. Their glee was infectious, and Dapplebreeze soon found herself purring as she approached, ignoring as the rain dribbled down her chin. The rain, troublesome as it was, meant that snow was quite possibly soon to leave them entirely. She would welcome the damp feeling for now... and quite possibly fuss over and dry the two apprentices once they got back to camp if they let her.
"Greetings, my dears. I see you are all energy and wonder in this gloomy day. Why, not even sunlight could brighten up this clearing more than you two darlings even if the rain were to stop this very instant. Let's see if this old she-cat can keep up with you both," the patched warrior mewed in a polite yet motherly voice, clearly approving of the high spirits the two paws showed.
"Now. The Whispering Wetlands is the border we share with ShadowClan, and as such, we should proceed with utmost caution. I want you both close to me, where I can keep an eye on you, alright, my loves? That said, we don't get to hunt much in that area. Perhaps we can bring a nice toad or two if we spot some in our side of the border to hunt. Come along, my dears, come along. We can all chat some more on the way there."
@Daragca [Cottonpaw] | @sleepyyjax [Shrikepaw]
| Please feel free to have them respond here or at the Whispering Wetlands thread as Dapplebreeze leads the way, so that the two of them can keep talking a bit more before they get down to the hunting portion of the trip. |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
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"as an otter swims, it can always learn to run with the right teacher"
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Otterfur of Windclan (she)
20 moons old
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-------- ≪ ｡❅*⋆ Her Whole Mind went...blank...The idea of leading another patrol sounded horrifying... but if she were to back up from this...How would she prove she was loyal... "of course...I'll have it done and we'll be careful" she meows gently, Turning to the others who would be on the patrol...was she really about to lead a patrol? This felt so dizzyingly Unreal...But she has to do this! "hollysap and Hawkpaw...I uh ..I guess we're getting moss today!" she raises her Tail and Dips her head a bit. Hoping they don't think She's weak...hopefully... Oh now She's all nervous. ⋆*❅｡ ≫ --------
@Beaan
@Crown_Sage
(Sorry for responding late, I was sick- But I'm 100% sure otterfur will stay since I'm active now...and not gonna Disappear again)
(Once this is replied to, I'll make a Starter in The wetlands)
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Oakpool is the current Healer of BloodClan, he has a Semi-Closed Den Vm me for healing. BatClaw is the current Deputy of Bloodclan @ me if he is needed. NightStar is the current leader of Nightclan, @ me if he is needed, Sage and saguaro are Alphas of their skulls, @ me if they are needed.
Havenfade blinked as he heard his name be called for a second time, brought out of whatever little thoughts had been running through his head just moments before. He looked to Ratjump, and approached, vaguely remembering where Crowtooth had said they were patrolling. "Yeah. Sorry, I.... My thoughts were elsewhere. My apologies, I promise to be more present for the patrol."
He had yet to see Peachpaw, and the idea of waiting after being zoned out for..... However long made him anxious, but at the same time, they had to give the apprentice a fair chance to join the patrol.
What had he done? Whisperinghive was briefly taken aback by Crowtooth's energetic and preemptive scolding, blinking at the deputy briefly. He hadn't been as busy as usual, that was sure enough, but he hadn't done anything wrong. Had he? Had that little rat Maggotpaw gotten into trouble, and brought some punishment upon him? If so, he'd skin it. Not really, but, well. He'd have words at least. But at the mention of the ice, he let out a soft huff of understanding. Right. That fool Fleetpaw had taken the patrol out on the ice to fight a beaver, killing Duckfeather in the process. That explained it, though he'd have expected a fury to be sent following that debacle rather than himself. Not that he wasn't as responsible as any of the oldies, probably more so than a few of them. One of them. Whatever.
He didn't know Sunstorm or Juniperflower terribly well, but it didn't really matter. This wasn't a social outing, especially given the mess that the last Riverclan border patrol had been. Right, you heard him. Let's get going. Whisperinghive mewed, striding towards the camp entrance with a flick of his tail. A bit of a run would be nice, and a soon as he broke out onto the meadow, the tom moved into a slow jog across the crunchy grass. The ice must be breaking up soon, newleaf was on its way, but that only made their job a tad more dangerous. At least if they were stupid. He had a moderate amount of confidence that his patrolmates wouldn't dare touch the ice after such a stern warning, and thus all would be well.
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Sunstorm
Pale Orange Tabby Tom with Green Eyes - 25 Moons - He/Him - WindClan
Sunstorm nodded and padded after Whisperinghive. He noticed the tom break into a jog and managed to keep pace. He knew that this RiverClan patrol could make or break them, especially after the events of the last.
Peachpaw perks his ears when he hears Coldpaw's name and the comment that comes after it. He knows his sister hates having her blindness pointed out as if she can't do everything her Clanmates can. He huffs, barely hearing his own name called for a patrol as he slips his way through the way the gathering cats to nuzzle his sister's shoulder in comfort. "Ignore him, Coldpaw. He's just being dumb," Peachpaw mutters to her, turning his gaze to shoot Crowtooth an absolutely venomous glare. If looks could kill the deputy would have died for the second time.
He gives Coldpaw one last friendly nudge before he makes his way to where the warriors he vaguely recognizes as Ratjump and Havenfade are. "Sorry for the wait! I'm ready to go whenever."
꧁ᬊᬁᴄᴀʀᴅɪɴᴀʟᴘᴀᴡᬊ᭄꧂ He/They |~| Windclan Apprentice |~| 14 moons |~| Agatha Kitty (Active!!), Kitty Softpaws (Active!!) “Be a voice, not an echo.”
The older apprentice wrinkled his nose at the weather. Ugh. He could not wait for new-leaf. The tom growled up at the sky, as if that would scare off the unpleasant weather. They wished it did. The tom whipped his head around when he heard his mentor call him. Okay. Fine. Cardinalpaw trotted over, standing next to his mentor. He was here, where was the patrol leader. That was not a question that was a demand. The tom whisked his fluffed out tail as he sat.
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A patrol? Now that was new! In his two moons, mainly only one since he refused to be an apprentice for the first whole moon, he hadn't been on a single official patrol! He bet his siblings hadn't been on any either- lucky him! The mostly white speckled tom angled his ears in the direction of the apprentice dens exit. Straining to hear who else was on his patrol, sadly no one he was particularly acquainted with. That's fine he supposed. It took him a little longer than necessary to actually get up and leave his nest, spending majority of the time trying convince himself to stand which was a surprisingly difficult task. He wanted to go on patrol while his body wanted to sleep. When he did finally leave the den he expected to see his patrol waiting for him, probably annoyed at how long it took him to join them. Well he wouldn't care to much, he never did when it came to clanmates that weren't at all important.
What he didn't expect was to see none of his patrol mates there. Had they left without him? The AUDACITY! Wait no, they would have first come to call him right? No way they just left him. That wasn't allowed right? Was he the first here? Jaggedpaw let out a very audibly offensive sniff as he sat down. Waiting for his patrol mates to either join him or return from a patrol. If it were the latter he was going to throw. A fit.
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Re: WindClan Patrols
