Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 42 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Silverlark - @Alchemist Kitsune ]
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Silverlark's endless enthusiasm brought a soft grin to Mistlewhisker's face. The pair dug for a while, the hole needing to be massive in order for the badger's headless body to fit. Mistlewhisker occasionally ducked out of the way of a stray shot of dirt. At least he was excited.
Once the hole was dug, Mistlewhisker turned to the body, held her breath and clamped her jaws around its hairless scruff. She tugged it towards the hole, dropping it in with Silverlark's help. It thudded heavily into the shadows. Staring down at it, Mistlewhisker canted her head. "You never fail to impress me, Silverlark." She meowed lightly. "Killing, skinning, and beheading a badger?" Not to mention his intense defense of clanmates. "You embody everything an Enforcer should be." While from anyone else it might have sounded sappy, from Mistlewhisker it was well-earned praise.
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 42 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Sharpfrost - @Willie Warf ]
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Mistlewhisker lead Sharpfrost out into the territory, the deputy having decided that while Mossfreckle's admonishment was fine, Mistlewhisker wanted to patrol the territory a bit anyway, so she figured Sharpfrost would come along. Sharpfrost's sense of duty was clear, and she wasn't in as much trouble as this outing might indicate.
"It is frustrating when patrol mates do not attend to their duties." She meowed. "Your effort is appreciated, even if you broke the rules. Today you and I will patrol the territory and check for predators." Or bodies. "Predators and murderers are why the rule was set in place. I hope you keep that in mind for the future."
With that, she continued striding through the forest, pausing every so often to sniff a possible den before moving on.
Sharpfrost listened attentively as her deputy spoke. While she didn't consider Mistlewhisper as mighty as Dawnstar she still greatly respected the cat. "Ok. I won't break the rules again, Mistlewhisper." She said, hoping that this infraction doesn't lessen her chances to become an enforcer. She scoped out the area around them, her nose twitching as she attempted to pick up any foreign scents.
(ps I wanted to ask if we could rp Mist and a rouge of mine meeting by the border? he'd be friendly don't worry!)
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Credit to Jude for the sig pics!
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 42 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Sharpfrost - @Willie Warf ]
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Sharpfrost accepted her words without fuss, and that was that. Now, it was a regular patrol. She kept her jaws open, scenting the air as they crossed over the territory. Luckily, the only scent of predator she could get was the stale, bloody scent of the badger that had attacked Fireflypaw. She circled around to the grove where she and Dawnstar had gone fishing those weeks ago, glad to find the mink scent was all but gone. For now, it seemed like the territory was safe.
Mistlewhisker looked over her shoulder at Sharpfrost. "Have you scented anything?"
[Sure! Do you intend for this rogue to join SHC? Because if so you'll have to do it through the outsider joining. If you didn't want them joining, feel free to set up a starter and I'll reply later!!]
The tom's fur bristled as Owlthroat tore out of the undergrowth, a very large swarm of bees following him. Watching the black and white tom shove Magpiepaw underneath him, he turned to see Newtbelly scrambling about, destroying one of each herb before trying to draw the bees attention.
"QUICKLY! Get to a body of water and submerge yourself! The bees wont follow us under!" The patrol leader bellowed, searching the undergrowth for even a small amount of water for them to hide in.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons Beefed Up T1 - Just A Scratch The Dancing Bird
Tuftedtusk had the right idea, but he wasn’t quite sure if there was even water around here. Owlthroat prayed sadistically to Starclan that there wasn’t. It was a twofold wish, it would destroy his act of heroism. But it would also turn him into a coward of sorts, he wouldn’t enter a large body of water. The thought alone petrified him, a rooted fear of anything much deeper than a puddle.
The big brave cat wasn’t all that brave in reality now was he. Most of his bravado coming from a sickened inflated sense of self and a carefully constructed mask. Owlthroat was still the same apprentice he was the day his sister died, the day the water swallowed her. Tuftedtusk had began his search through the undergrowth. The enforcer had given a command, Owlthroat cursed the smarts of the tom over and over in his mind.
Making his move he hoped that Magpiepaw would stay underneath him or at least close as much as possible. Newtbelly remained flapping paws as a distraction for now.
A glimmer of liquid caught his eye as he pushed forward and he yowled out to the others, ”HERE!” A small murky pond, looked like rainwater had collected in a hollow. It wasn’t big, they would just about all fit in. Bingo, that was an excuse. How pathetic he must be to rather take a hundred stings than let himself face his fear. He flipped his head around waiting for the others to barrel through the undergrowth. Brain working overtime to find something relatively safe for himself to shelter under that wasn’t in liquid form.
Thank the stars for Tuftedtusk, he thought - Newtbelly would've never come up with a solution under such pressure. Dropping the (somewhat awful) distraction act, he barrelled through the undergrowth, head swivelling frantically as he searched for water to jump into. His search was useless - nothing. Thankfully, Owlthroat's booming voice alerted him. He took a little stop to place his herbs down neatly (he'd learnt his lesson with that one), before speeding past the tom as fast as he could. "You're a lifesaver Owlthroat!!" Splosh! In his frightened state, Newtbelly almost cannonballed into the water. Dark brown water splashing every direction as he plummeted to safety. Time for a deep breath. Thankfully everyone was getting in the water, otherwise he'd feel terribly guilty for sending such a big splash their way - was he embarrassed? Very. But at least he wasn't guilty. That said, Owlthroat was still stood in front of the pond, what gives?? "Hey!! Big guy! You wanna get pelted by bees??" He tilted his head - would he really go this far not to get his fur wet? Many a time he'd seen Owlthroat get his paw's dirty, so what was the problem with a bit of water? He'd never understood it. Plus, he most certainly didn't want to watch his former mentor under attack by these... These little foxes with wings!
"Underwater!?" Magpiepaw howled, her bi colored paws scrapping the now damping ground. Ughhhh, when she went on patrols, she didn't sign up for this! Before tumbling into the undergrowth and splashing into what little water was there (seriously, that was a puddle compared to the river, and yet, Magpiepaw didn't wanna get anywhere near it). Oh fricking well... Magpiepaw rolled onto the ground narrowly avoiding getting her herbs smashed. She placed the herbs.... Somewhere. Honestly, it was hard to see much of anything as she rolled down at full speed, but she'd just have to pray her herbs weren't damaged. And if they were, she'd make it EVERYCAT'S problem.
"Ewwwww..." Magpiepaw grumbled underneath her breath which was filled with filthy FILTHY water. She couched and sputtered up water as her pelt got drenched, drenched, drenched. All this for some bees? Well, she'd honestly rather be forced to swim than he stung, so maybe this wasn't all bad.
Still, the buzzing remained and Magpiepaw was getting increasingly annoyed and uncomfortable. She already didn't like the previous marshy territory of Shadowclan, this wasn't any better. Just more stupid stupid wet water.
(Sorry this is late! I didn't get a notification for some reason lol)
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- Hartebeest by Yalokre
The marbled tom followed Owlthroat to the water puddle. He made sure his patrolmates were in the water before leaping in himself. The buzzing was closing in on them now. He hoped when the bees noticed the cats were in water, they would leave them alone and they would finish the stars-damned patrol! "Is everyone alright?" He mewed, gazing at his companions.
BURNINGNIGHT THE AFTERMATH
he/they/it | shadowclan warrior | 19 moons
lyrebird's lullaby, the collector, shadow fiend
@/burningnight patrol i'm not pinging twice.
patrols. patrols. the endless drone, onwards, spiraling flutily. it's pointless, really. all of it is. but like a loyal worker, he stumbles onwards on that thin, precarious line and dances the subtle dance of give and take, push and pull that dominates being just the right amount of quiet to fade seamlessly into the background. unnoticed, unknown and unseen. it's all he wanted.
subtlety.
so, he carefully padded forwards on delicate paws, tail swaying and curling around his flank, and lifted his head to await his patrolmates.
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Originally Posted by Luminous
Pigeonpaw The Collector - Heightened Perception (smell)
The grey apprentice hadn't been to busy today, mainly walking around camp practising the fighting moves that Hawkbite had taught her - basic swipe... then the duck... maybe combined with a roll... - and she was getting more and more used to the motions every time she preformed them! But she hadn't had any proper tasks yet and hadn't found a warrior to pester for training. Still her eyes pricked up when Medcatpaw went to assign herbpatrols. She had only been placed on one, and then had technically been one more but that one hadn't been like... an official one, and then there was the herb-gathering event of course! Plants were sort of fun, so whenever patrols were sent to search for them Pigeonpaw tried to listen to the description. Her memory was not the best so recalling all of them when she herself hadn't seen the herbs or scented them was a tricky, but she wanted to see if she could still remember a few or practice the ones that she already knew.
This time the only one she had heard before was marigold, the scent of which drifted through her mind as Grousepaw spoke its name. But better yet, she was assigned to a patrol, and amber eyes lit up as Piegonpaw bounced to her paws! Burningnight, Gustpaw, and Lostspark - none of whom were really familiar to her (she knew that Lostspark was one of them enforcers, but that was where her knowledge of the others ended). Oh well, new faces, new chances, so she bounded over to Burns, who was the only one who had gotten there yet, expression forming into a wide-eyed smile as she to closer. "aaahhhaah your fur-pattern looks really pretty!!" She exclaimed, whatever notion of the warrior wishing to go as unnoticed as possible flying right over her head and she sat down beside them to wait.
➜ #GUTSPAW it . . teeth . . bite
spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes; huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks, notch in left ear ╰┈➤ @Rose @Luminous @redshiftreign
Gutspaw stirred from its slumber, a loud yawn escaping them; their tongue rolling out & teeth baring. It sleepily licked its lips, its body already beginning to stand while bite's mind lagged behind. Its head pounded, thump - thump. A lingering hunger. Something that was always one pawstep behind, easy to ignore but if it waited for too long then it became strongly evident. Case in point: its vision faded to black and teeth was right back to sitting.
"Bones be damned, " it grumbled, slowly rising back to its paws. It glanced towards the camp - Burningnight and Pigeonpaw was there but no signs of Lostspark. Might as well grab a quick bite. Gutspaw walked towards the fresh-kill pile, closing its icy irises. "May the void consume you and bring you to your eternal rest," it whispered quietly to a mouse before grabbing it and trotting towards the entrance.
It dropped the mouse, murmuring a quick "Goodmornin'" before taking a bite out of the prey animal and swallowing it. The blood was tasty enough, soothing the hunger (momentarily.)
By the time Lostspark had registered Grousepaw's call (and by the time Kat had noticed this patrol was what she'd been missing from her list of replies), all three of her patrolmates had already arrived. So why keep them waiting? "Sorry for the delay." She addressed them, and then inclined her head towards the camp exit. "Let's go." That was the only words the Enforcer offered before pivoting and heading out the (metaphorical) door.
Her brisk stride was all no-nonsense, much like the rest of her shuttered persona. Lostspark barely glanced at her companions, jaw clenched, teeth grinding as she recalled her last failure of a patrol. Not because it had been late or unfinished - no, it had been turned in on time and completed, but she had lost Mirepaw. Her sweet little daughter was gone, and the thought only served to haunt Lostspark day and night. She was losing her children, her kin. They were dropping like flies.
Who was she to blame but herself?
"Tormentil and chickweed." Her gaze landed on the apprentices. Last time she had let an apprentice out of sight, a twoleg had snatched them. That had been at the border, this was in the middle of ShadowClan territory, but still... another item to add to her list of paranoia. "Don't stray too far." Was all she grunted before turning to look for the herbs Grousepaw had assigned to her patrol.
She/her - 8 moons
Short grey molly with a darker stripe and amber eyes
The collector - Heightened perception (smell)
Gutspaw was soon to show up as well, and Pigeonpaw tilted her head as... they went to eat? Well she supposed if they were quick about it. Then she heard Lostspark's voice, and the grey and amber-eyed cat with a darker stripe running from her head to her tail... turned to the slightly older, grey and amber-eyed cat with a darker stripe running from her head to her tail. For a moment, the apprentice stood still, before a grin cracked up over head mawn. She had seen the Enforcer around before, even in the nursery, but hadn't realized that they had the same markings. "hehe you look like me, I look like you!"
Alright alright patroltime! Pigeonpaw followed closely after Lostspark, trying to mimic the brisk gait. Yes, tormentil and chickweed, she remembered. She pricked up a bit when the Enforcer looked at her and Gutspaw and froze for a moment. They hadn't done anything as far as she knew. No, ok, just stay close, she could do that - now time for plant-gathering! She didn't know of tormentil or chickweed smelled yet, but she managed to find a plant that resembled chickweed rather close.
[+2 chickweed] @Rose @redshiftreign @wolfie
wanted to get a post out before I go to my camp and have to type from my phone lol, sorry for breaking posting order!
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons Beefed Up T1 - Just A Scratch The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat eventually found himself shaking, crouching down in the shallows of the small pool. His underbelly sodden with the murky water. He gave a nod to the other three cats to signify he was fine. But his paws trembled. Only rising when the bees buzzing was finally gone.
He hadn’t fully submerged but he was thankful that it had worked, he came out of the water quickly. Shaking trying to remove any last residue of it that remained clung to his splotched fur.
”Let's get back”, Owlthroat grunted. Gathering the clumps of moss he’d flung around in a maniacal panic. Fear still stricken into his heart, more from the water, less from the bees.
After what felt like forever, the buzzing eventually subsided. The bog like water clung to his fur, ugh wretched stuff. "Just about." He murmured back to Tuftedtusk, as he waded out of the pond. Normally, a paddle was okay for him, but this water was far too nasty. Luckily, he'd remembered to dump his remaining herbs just out of the way. He picked them up guiltily, remembering how he'd strewn the rest of them about the place. He'd be far more careful next time. Tuftedtusk was smart, he thought, coming up with a solution so quickly, hopefully he could be like that one day. He may have criticised Magpiepaw earlier, but she'd navigated the situation far more competently than him: maybe he'd been being too harsh on apprentices, he contemplated, shaking some mud from his paw. It looked like Owlthroat was ready to leave - "ugh, yes please." He wondered what had caused the tom to hesitate so much, he thought he knew Owlthroat well, yet... He didn't really know him at all, did he?
The marbled tom followed Owlthroat to the water puddle. He made sure his patrolmates were in the water before leaping in himself. The buzzing was closing in on them now. He hoped when the bees noticed the cats were in water, they would leave them alone and they would finish the stars-damned patrol! "Is everyone alright?" He mewed, gazing at his companions.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons Beefed Up T1 - Just A Scratch The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat eventually found himself shaking, crouching down in the shallows of the small pool. His underbelly sodden with the murky water. He gave a nod to the other three cats to signify he was fine. But his paws trembled. Only rising when the bees buzzing was finally gone.
He hadn’t fully submerged but he was thankful that it had worked, he came out of the water quickly. Shaking trying to remove any last residue of it that remained clung to his splotched fur.
”Let's get back”, Owlthroat grunted. Gathering the clumps of moss he’d flung around in a maniacal panic. Fear still stricken into his heart, more from the water, less from the bees.
After what felt like forever, the buzzing eventually subsided. The bog like water clung to his fur, ugh wretched stuff. "Just about." He murmured back to Tuftedtusk, as he waded out of the pond. Normally, a paddle was okay for him, but this water was far too nasty. Luckily, he'd remembered to dump his remaining herbs just out of the way. He picked them up guiltily, remembering how he'd strewn the rest of them about the place. He'd be far more careful next time. Tuftedtusk was smart, he thought, coming up with a solution so quickly, hopefully he could be like that one day. He may have criticised Magpiepaw earlier, but she'd navigated the situation far more competently than him: maybe he'd been being too harsh on apprentices, he contemplated, shaking some mud from his paw. It looked like Owlthroat was ready to leave - "ugh, yes please." He wondered what had caused the tom to hesitate so much, he thought he knew Owlthroat well, yet... He didn't really know him at all, did he?
Done, they were finally done and ready to get out of this dump. "You don't have to tell me twice..." Magpiepaw climbed out of the water and shook her fur dry. She couldn't believe that actually animals BATHED in this stuff! Water only weighed her down and was definitely unpleasant. Riverclan cats were a different breed, that's for sure.
She quickly grabbed her dandelions and headed back with fur clinging to her sides in a wet mess.
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
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