ShadowClan Patrol Place

[alec]

d day was approaching, rookpaw could feel it in the air, so when mossfreckle made his way over to the patrolplace she lifted herself onto nimble white tipped paws to make her way over to where she expected a group of cats would form soon. white tipped ears twitched with interest as the herbalist assigned her, lostspark and two of her mentors children (if rookpaw remembered correctly) to a patrol for cobwebs, marigold, oak leaves and poppies. all herbs she knew at least a bit about -apart from oak leaves - but even better, the place mossfreckle was sending them to, herondive hollow, just so happened to be one of the places she was yet to visit, and that with a group of cats she was at least vaguely familiar with sounded like a darn good deal for a mandatory patrol.
steel grey eyes briefly scanned for her patrol mates, before the apprentice eyed a cat she hadnt really seen around a lot. a brown warrior, about her size and similar build, but fur a lot lighter and shorter than rookpaws had ever been. their pelt colour was eye catching for sure but rook didnt intend to spend any longer staring.

[ @Rose - lostspark, @Estelle - sleepypaw, @taillow - mirepaw @Marigoldwhisper - mudslide mention ]

[constellation]

Hollowrock
// ShC // Warrior // He/Him // 39 moons //

Hollowrock looked up at his medicine cat, and
smiled— or was it a grin? He always got those confused… Oh well. “Alright!” he said, happiness behind his deep mew.

“Raspberryswirl, Fernblaze. Hav you been on a herb patrol before? I haven’t. It’s going to be fun? Or is it…” Oh, StarClan he was rambling again. Damn, he did that a lot.

Hollowrock padded purposefully towards the camp entrance—wait. his shoulders ached… nah, it’s fine—looking over his shoulder at his patrolmates. Oh! He wasn’t the leader of the patrol— Hollow halted and waited sheepishly, his face burning with embarrassment.

[ @ophelia — Raspberryswirl // @Patagonia — Fernblaze ]

Tell me if I did anything wrong!

[Idiotic.Bean101]

Bloomingblaze-She/Her


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Bloomingblaze gave a short nod to Mossfreckle, before she started to look for her patrol mates.
Her apprentice, Dogpaw, and a cat she had never really spoken to, Shrewstep.


@Goopysharkboi - @gs29513

[Tallstar]

Foxear-35 Moons She/her
Foxear sat up it had been a while since she went on a herb patrol but overall she was excited she got up and went to look for her partners the sooner they got this done the better

@Luminous
@Aolani

[Goopysharkboi]

Originally Posted by IDIOTICBEAN101

Bloomingblaze-She/Her


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Bloomingblaze gave a short nod to Mossfreckle, before she started to look for her patrol mates.
Her apprentice, Dogpaw, and a cat she had never really spoken to, Stagskull.


@Goopysharkboi - @ChaosBringer;

Ears twitching, Dogpaw made his way over with a soft sigh. "Hello, Bloomingblaze." He greeted her with a gentle smile. He then began looking around for Stagskull.

[Malinovy]

Shadedstorm
He/Him - 53 moons - ShadowClan warrior
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@Marigoldwhisper @starry

ShadowClan had been battered in the stormy paws of the move, and like the irascible and austere people that they were, came up from the clutches of disaster with heads held high and teeth bared in attack. When dulcet rays of daylight filtered through the evergreen canopy, shredded on needles and painting the packed dirt in daggers of warm light, Shadedstorm lifted his head to the beck and call of the clan's medicine cat, a lanky, pretty tabby by name of Mossfreckle. Herbs had never settled right in his paws despite his myriad of patrols, and the discomfort and confusion that came with discerning one plant from the other never really left. It lingered, a small oversight. So, with jaws parted to taste the noon air, the stout brown tabby padded over.

He tilted his head up to attentively listen in to the healer's words, savoring them. Mushrooms, ragwort, and stinging nettle. He was more or less familiar with the first and last- it was hard not to know what a mushroom was, but there's a lot of different types and they've all got different looks so he had to really commit the description to memory. And the last, he knew quite well if only because his penchant of getting their furs stuck to him in all their burning, cold fire.

They were insufferable, but he supposed that they couldn't be hard to find. Ragwort was a new one. Shadedstorm repeated the description in his mind a couple times, but ultimately decided he'd hope his patrolmates had better luck with that than he would. He knew that one was going to be the last thing he'd look for, primarily due to how easy he hoped the other two would be to discover.

He wasn't so young anymore, so patrolling was his metaphorical calling at this point. It gave meaning to the endless droll of day-to-day, the monotony of ceaseless over and over, and over and over and over, until what, exactly?

Until what? Until death, perhaps? Until his throat met claws in battle and he died for his clan? Until he was no longer useful, he supposed. Until Dawnstar considered his luck run and his purpose complete, and he was permitted a reprieve that in his mind was worse than working until the end.

But he still had a good 60 moons in him before he'd have to worry about age really catching up to him. When Mossfreckle finished addressing his patrol, Shadedstorm turned with a flick of his tail and nodded towards the camp exit. "Palesong, Mudslide, let's get out there so we can make it back in time for two trips." He said, voice gruff and worn.

In everything he did, he did it with reason. This was no different. Shadedstorm was keen to get this done and over with, even though nothing quite awaited him afterwards with the clan-wide lockdown in place. He wanted to get it done if only to feel the surge of relief for having completed a menial task. He wanted to be useful. It was a rather basic need.

[Aolani]

Yellowtwist came to start the patrol. Foxear was already there, but he still needed his apprentice. Well, he wasn't expecting much. They were going to look for old plants, juniper plant and something plant. He had the description, so what did the name matter? Anyway uhhh. Well he was getting impatient now, so Pigeonpaw would better get her ass over there right then.
[ @Luminous @Tallstar - just to be clear yellow is just being impatient ur doing fine ]

[Starphobia]

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Iceclaw
White furred tom with pale blue, almost white, siamese points and long, non-sheathable claws. They’re cold! Perhaps they’re ice?
He/Him | 30 Moons | Blind | Aggressive, Harsh, Dislikes other cats
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Honeycomb, lavender, and rosemary. Seemed simple enough. Or to be more exact, sounded simple enough. It also seemed like the rest of his patrol members were not here yet. Flicking his tail impaiently, Iceclaw sat far from the rest of the cats, hoping his white fur would be easy noticed among the other rather dark pelts.

Honeycomb, lavender, rosemary. He repeated in his head, his eyes shut but his nose and ears alert for any noises a warrior and an apprentice would make. He had personally never met his parolmates, but if they were willing to cooperate, he was willing to extend the same kindness to them, as much as he disliked doing so.

{ @Morrigan - @Poprock }
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[redshiftreign]

GROUSEPAW
THE TRAILBLAZER
"i asked the right questions. i never even really got bored."
[ @ellie [mossfreckle] ]

moss and grouse had gotten into that comfortable-not-quite-comfortable middle where most of their talking had been limited to non-verbal gestures and utilitarian exchanges of information. it was that awkward grey area where grouse felt like he was treading water, uncomfortably treading water in a futile dance, tip-toeing around things he had once said so freely and unburdened. the heavy weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders and his head spun like atlas with the sky crushing down on his back, smothering and suffocating. never ending.

normally, grouse had found reprieve in being outspoken and assured and comfortable in is dissent, but with all eyes on him, he felt like he had been pushed back into a cage and smothered down under lock and key.

"poisons?" grouse asked, voice rising in bemusement and intrigue. "all-right," he let a low murrow of laughter out.

"we're burdened with the dangerous stuff, that's fun." he shifted his weight between paws, almost bouncing. "let's get this party on the road, i can't wait."

[Luminous]

Pigeonpaw

Today, the grey apprentice was (to everyone's surprise, surely) not zipping around the camp looking for something to do or a warrior to go bug for training. She had woken up with that as her plan, yes, but as soon as she had left the apprentices' den and felt the warm sun on her fur, she had collapsed back into a lump of sleepy fluff, and had not moved since. Rolling over on her side, she followed Mossy with her gaze as the new head-med-cat started calling out patrols. Her ears twitched a little when she heard her mentor's name being called, but not only that, she was also going on a patrol.

Every drop of aforementioned drowsiness gone, Pidge jumped up and shook the dust from her fur. It was gonna be her first real patrol!! Well, she had brought back a buttload of herbs that one time, but it had been more like an event than a patrol. This was gonna have proper reporting and responsibility (she was great at that, trust!). Grinning, she bounded over to her mentor and that one other warrior was also there yeah. "Pidge reporting for duty!"

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@Aolani @Tallstar