WindClan Patrols

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Daywhisper ♥ She / Her ♥ Windclan warrior
{ Purrks: }
♥ Mind Reader - Active
♥ Dreamwalker - Inactive
♥ The Collector - Active

Daywhisper watched Littlepaw make the kill, a purr rose from her throat as she gave an enthusiastic nod "Wonderful job Littlepaw!" She called out making her way over before helping grab the turkey and making her way back to camp with her patrolmates.

The large she-cat helped place the large bird on the pile before making her way to find Crowtooth. Daywhisper hummed softly as she looked around her eyes finally falling on the deputy's familiar pelt.

"Good evening Crowtooth!" She called out as she approached with a smile "The patrol went fairly well! There's still a ton of traps out there, I don't know if there's more or less than last time but it's still enough to make hunting a pain." Day said with a sigh before continuing "Redmask, Littlepaw and myself did manage to find and take down a tom turkey- Look how big it is!" Daywhisper exclaimed, proudly motioning with her tail toward the large bird on the pile.

{ +1 Turkey }

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[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Lightningstorm |
28 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive

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They were nowhere to be found. The warriors she had sent out, in any case. Brightpetal and Frostpite? Poof. Gone with the breeze. The apprentice, on the other paw, was there. She had seen her conversing with cats from a separate patrol. And what did she do now as she waited for any semblance of a report or an explanation as to what was going on?

She was sitting on her arse is what she was doing. Attempting nothing to help the admittedly tricky situation she was currently in. Lightningstorm was understanding when it came to apprentices. If the warriors they were partnered with ended up being disappointments, well... things got more difficult for the apprentice in question. But there were ways to resolve the situation. Going around and asking a warrior for help. Coming to her and asking her if there was something they could do in leu of a patrol they would be incapable of finishing. Unfortunately, Heatherpaw seemed to be incapable of doing either of these things, content with whatever mediocrity she had been taught or naturally born with.

The longer she waited, the longer the calico was convinced of one thing. Evidently, either her mentor was a shining beacon of exemplary behavior for her to follow... or she was a lazy brat. Neither something the medicine cat found herself empathizing with at the moment. There were hurt cats... and she needed herbs. Cats who couldn't be arsed to even try and talk to her if they were faced with obstacles or who lacked any motivation to see beyond their needs and comfort were meaningless to her. If Heatherpaw decided that chores for the sake of the clan were not suitable for her, then perhaps it was time to place her in a position more apt for her standards.

"Heatherpaw!" Lightningstorm yowled as she climbed over the top of the Galewood's roots, impossible to miss as she called out to the paw with a clearly pissed off expression. "I understand not being able to complete a patrol if the warriors that you are assigned with are piss poor examples of what being a bloody warrior means, but that is no excuse to not look for others to help you or... for star's sake! Come to me to let me know what's up! Clearly, you have a lot of growing up to do before you are ready to be a proper 'pprentice. Because of that, for the next half moon you will be known as Heatherkit. You will be moving back to the nursery and be a stellar, helpful, mature kit there. If I see you trainin', sneaking out of camp, or being a general arse to your new, temporary denmates, you'll be stuck in there for the next six moons. Have I made myself clear?"

The herbalist was furious, a storm brewing in her eyes as she swished her tail, dismissing the kit before she could get a word in. The time for talking was over, and she had patients to tend to. And new patrols to consider. With ears flat against her head, she stalked back to her underground den, not in the mood to hear plights of excuses. Not anymore, in any case.

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@Craneflight [Heatherkit]
| Until June 4th 11:59 PM AST, Heatherpaw has been demoted to Heatherkit and is expected to post at least three times as Heatherkit being a good role model to other kits either by helping them out, or cleaning out nursery nests, or just all around being a good little nursery gremlin.

As a side note, Lightningstorm's feelings are not my own! I understand the patrol had issues, but in character Lightningstorm is named storm for a reason. Once her punishment date is up, please feel free to contact either Lightningstorm or Twilightstar in character to get her demotion lifted! |

[sleepyyjax]

Shrikepaw
she/her - 8 moons

Good job! Yes! She’d done a good job! Shrikepaw grinned at the praise, chasing behind Rabbitfur with her squirrel.

“Crowtooth, Crowtooth, Crowtooth!!” She burst into camp after Rabbitfur, and instantly scampered up, squirrel in mouth. Was she late? Hm. She couldn't really tell, but she hoped not. “Look at what I got!” She chimed, holding it as though it were a prize, trotting back and forth with her head held high. “My first catch!” She plopped it on the ground in front of the deputy, neck mangled and torn by the apprentice, who still didn’t know how to bite gently. Did the rest of the patrol’s catches look like that? Was she meant to be gentle? What was the point in that? It was just prey. She craned her head, trying to look at the fresh kill pile for a clue, but she couldn’t really tell. Oh well! She was just happy to have caught anything at all.

+1 Squirrel


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[Spider]

redmask dragged over the turkey with the help of littlepaw
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