ShadowClan Patrol Place

[poppy]

// @Mica @Dark @ellie

Nightshade hurries back into camp. She had gotten sidetracked, a scent had caught her attention and she had gone to investigate. "Sorry loves." She breathed out as she came to a stop beside Hillstrider and Mossy, lowering her head apologetically. Actually genuine for once, because she hadn't meant to disappoint Mossy. Oh well.

[Dark]

Hazelstripe

The Collector: Active| Ultimate Predator: Inactive | Kitty Softpaws: (Perm)
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Late. Painfully late. Their patrol had taken a bit longer, and she couldn’t help but blame Nightshade for the endeavor. The other she-cat had wandered off and in their wait for her, they were coming back much later than planned. It was… imperfect. She expected significantly more from the cat she devoted so much of her attention into and at the moment was sorely disappointed. She was so disappointed in fact that she didn’t even acknowledge Nightshade’s apology for her absentmindedness.

Proudly carrying the four comfrey she collected, she leaned down to put them just in front of Mossfreckle. Looking up at him from beneath her lashes, she gave him a slight smile as she rose from her position slowly. Blinking slowly at the tom, she dragged her eyes away for a brief moment to turn to the handsome tabby next to her. ”Oh, but you did bring a gift back, didn’t you know, love? ~” Hazelstripe cooed before refocusing her attention on the lanky healer ”I’m here, darling ~” Flicking her tail in an attempt to brush Hillstrider’s shoulder she let out a soft purr. ”This handsome fellow here did an excellent job of taking care of us, yeah? He was the perfect escort. And oh, you should have seen how concerned he was about us being late! You’re not mad at him, are you Mossy? Hilly was doing his best for you, y’know~” She said this with a wide grin, batting her eyes innocently as she looked between the two toms. Just because Hillstrider has said something flirty, didn’t mean she couldn’t capitalize on the situation and get in both of their good graces! She was quite the genius if she did say so herself.

[ @Mica @poppy @ellie ]

[elio]

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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat

❦ Freckled oriental herbalist sat within the shade of the Grimpeak, petite white tipped paws shuffling unseen beneath tabbied, feathery tail as his mossy hues watched the patrols filter in - some later than he wanted, he had done two in the time they had done one… then again it was diligence and haste… Grouse’s had been a nice lesson with an apt apprentice and Mudslide’s had been quite but enjoyable enough, but now it was time to take account of what the shadowy figures filtering in had brought for the stockade. One patrol, two patrols, seven patrols, eight patrols, nine counting his… there had been ten… lots of missing cats and a whole missing patrol, white tipped tail flicked idly in silently contained annoyance - this moment was for reports not for punishments and he did get some herbs albeit not as many as he l would have liked, especially with the entire lackadaisical patrol that had deemed it of more importance to do stars knew what instead of serving the clan - his starry mind was just reeling at the thought of it. The aforementioned lateness was better than simply not coming forth so he would have some lenience, he had ask a lot more than usual so it did make sense that it would take longer… still irksome… but so be it. Mossfreckle’s stood and turned to address the gathering patrols as a whole before he addressed some of the more personal inquisitions that were filtering in, ”Thank you,” the medicine cat chipped in calm tones, ”I will keep you in mind if I need anything else,” absentminded comments as soft paws pulled and sorted herbs as they came in - comfrey, marigolds, honey comb, and so on - each missing piece of low stock filled, well, as much as it seemed these cats were willing to do… they did well… most of them, he was being critical. A gaggle of beloved felines was one of the last to filter in, a tad disappointing as he had sent them out expecting better but they had returned and that was enough for him, ”Nightshade,” he said authoritatively to the lilac and dark pelted molly, ”Thank you for reporting in but I expect you to bring back herbs when I ask you to do so, please don’t distracted next time, love,” mossy hues flitted to the honeyed and ginger pelted tom that followed in the bustle, ”Thank you Hilly, you don’t have to bring a gift next time but I wouldn’t mind dear,” a nuzzle to the tom and molly before the attention grabbing - and needing - tricoloured tabby made her presence known with a soft trailing of her tail, ”This is perfect Hazels, I am glad hill was such a gentleman, he may be silly but he is a good tom,” a flick of his tail dismissed the triad as he turned to a flustered looking Sleepypaw. They took her… Rookpaw, Lostspark, sleepypaw - each had returned but Mirepaw was nowhere in sight - a gentle tabby leg reached out and scooped the white tufted molly into a filial embrace, white twinged muzzle resting between her small, dark ears, ”Who took Mirepaw…” it was all he could do to not go after his lithe grey mentor, to go out beyond the conifer canopied world Taht now seemed a little darker, ”Im sorry Sleepy, I’m so, so sorry… I’m here love… it’ll be…” he wasn’t going to say it would be okay, it wasn’t.

{ @Rose ~ Lostspark } { @alec ~ Rookfire } { @taillow ~ Mirepaw } { @Estelle ~ Sleepysunrise } { @SuspiciousMindz ~ Hawkbite } { @zozelen ~ Brownpaw } { @Aolani ~ Yellowtwist } { @Luminous ~ Pigeonpaw } { @Tallstar ~ Foxear } { @Willie Warf ~ Sharpfrost } { @Morrigan ~ Darkcloud } { @Poprock ~ Moonpaw } { @Marigoldwhisper ~ Mudslide } { @Mica ~ Hillstrider } { @Dark ~ Hazelstripe } { @poppy ~ Nightshade } { @IDIOTICBEAN101 ~ Bloomingblaze } { @Goopysharkboi ~ Dogpaw } { @gs29513 ~ Shrewstep } { @redshiftreign ~ Grousepaw }

[elio]

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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat

[ Please note that all punishments are done in accordance to the punishment levels guide that can be found on the first post of this thread. Due to the busy nature of patrols and human error I am bound to miss something or make a mistake, please do not hesitate to send me a kind vm if I did and I will be more than happy to edit my post - like moss, I do not what to punish anyone’s character unjustly. As a reminder anything said in remains soley as such, I do not share all of Mossfreckle’s opinions just as he doesn’t share all of mine, I love and appreciate you all and if you ever have a question about anything I have said please do not hesitate to reach out. ]

❦ What to do, what to do… that was the pressing matter - the urgent question of the moment as the lanky herbalist got to the least amusing aspect of his duties as Shadowclan’s medicine cat apprentice, ”Come along, Grouse,” he beckoned in lilting and absentminded tones as he stood to take a more authoritative stance to call forth the punishments of the failed patrols - of the lackadaisical manners that some of the felines seemed to be hewn from, ”This is my least favourite part,” he commented quietly to his appearance before he turned to face the hustle and bustle of the clearing as the sun slipped behind the conifer canopies which filtered the light in dappled stress which cast an ironically romantic haze over the world. Feathery tail flicked and twitched idly in narrowly contained annoyance as his white tipped paws shuffled slightly over the hard packed earth, thorn like claws slipping silently into the earth as the oriental tom savoured the harsh, painful tug as his claws snagged and yanked, he simply pressed his paws harder in as the pain cleared his reeling star hewn mind… focus, focus, focus… he would stand strong, he would not falter, he had a job to do and that meant setting aside one’s morals…[/I]Shadowclan came first always…[/I] he was nothing but flesh and bone and stars and it would do him good to remember that.

❦ Taking a deep breath, Mossfreckle shoke his angular star marked head to rid his mind of the apprehensions he hasn’t had to feel since he exiled Starrylight, morality was no more as a mask of indifference slide over the felines usually calm face - his movements reminded subtle though, his mask reminded only cracked enough to show Grousepaw the truth of his feelings and no more - bitter anxiety that raked at his tattered heart and left tendrils of crimson behind where shoved down, the beast caged once more in the abysmal void of his starless core… later, he would deal with this all later… if the molted, eclectically patterned tom was heartless and blind enough to label him a monster - so be it - that was a selfish and closed minded way of seeing the world that he hoped the molly would out grow before it ripped them apart one false accusation at a time. Sit ludos incipere, let the games begin. A missing apprentice but so be it, if the lad ever did show his face again he’d have hell to pay from Hawkbite and Dawnstar… and welp… apparently Mossfreckle could add his own name to the list of the disappointed, he wasn’t thrilled by any means that Brownpaw had been a tad absentminded - he liked the lads though and she had come eyed the patrol, it just wasn’t one of her brightest moments - but Eggpaw’s blatant show of disrespect, of turning his back on the clan was not something that the spotted tabby was willing to turn a blind eye to, ”Eggpaw, due to his blatant disregard of the clan and repeated failure to prove himself worthy of being called an apprentice will hence be know as Eggkit, while I expect no return, if he does he will earn his name again as all kits do when he shows he is ready,” the medicine cat would be lying if he didn’t admit this sole punishment was one he found an acute folly in after the repeated slighting and disrespect he had shown for his more than highly regarded mentor, Hawkbite… to throw away a chance… it was foolish.

❦ The next felines to step up on the podium on their day of judgement where the patron leaders who had failed to do as they were ordered - those who had either simply not reported in all together or decided that it wasn’t worth their time somewhere were they initially showed up, ”Raspberryswirl, Shadedstorm, and Iceclaw, you failed to complete your duty to the clan we the leader of your patrol,” turning to fix his eyes on the first in question Mossfreckle began to speak once more on calmly authoritative tones, ”Raspberryswirl, for failing to rally your patrol - which reminded uncompleted - you will hence be known as Raspberrypaw for the next moon, during that time you will complete the duties that any apprentice would,” next up was the later, the somewhat temperamental white tom, albeit the healer had only seen it from afar when a bratty apprentice was yapping venom, he harboured no ill will towards older feline that the fact of them current moment, “Iceclaw, you will hence be know as Icepaw for the next moon, next time I send you out to lead a patrol please complete it with the rest of your patrol mates. As for you Shadedstorm, please do not leave a cat under your leadership alone, I had to take Mudslide out myself because you lot did not show up, you too will be demoted and hence know as Shadedpaw
” with the big punishments of the way it was time for the lesser - well pretty equal in crime - punishments.

[ Raspberryswirl, Iceclaw, and Shadesdstorm will be know as Raspberypaw, Icepaw, Shadedpaw until the ninth of August due to their failure to lead their patrols, during this time you will need to make four post of at least 50 words in which they are cleaning out a den or helping around camp - one for each demoted week, although they can be completed at anytime during the month long timeframe. To make sure I see the post please mention me in them. ]

❦ Mossy hues darted to the remainder of Raspberrypaw’s failed patrol and all he could think about was the fact that he still needed coltsfoot, dandelions and daisy… [I] it was quite irksome that none of them had felt it of importance to go gather the herbs he needs to rebuild his stockade after the move - ”Fernblaze, Hollowrock, and Palesong you two also failed to complete your patrol somehow finding something more worth your time than aiding the wellbeing of your clan, for such you will hence be know as Fernpaw, Hollowpaw, Palepaw for the next half moon. I hope that your time spent as an apprentice again will remind you the pride one feels as a warrior and the hard work it takes to get there.” Part of him wanted to request that the three demoted go out and actually complete their patrol but his faith in them was faltering so he’d have to do it himself when he found the time, anyway, he wouldn’t subject someone to the hassle of taking three scorned apprentice warriors out to complete a task they had proven they couldn’t complete in the first place.

[ Fernblaze, Hollowrock, and Palesong will be know as Fernpaw, Hollowpaw, Palepaw until twenty second of July due to their failure to complete their assigned patrol, during this time you will need to make two post of at least 50 words in which they are cleaning out a den or helping around camp - one for each demoted week, although they can be completed at anytime during the two week timeframe. To make sure I see the post please mention me in them

❦ Wrenched claws finally loosened form their painful position as his time as a disciplinary force was coming to a crescendo in the midst of the moments lamenting requiem, his last punishment was more of reprimand - at least the part he would have in such - ”Sharpfrost,” the tom lilted as his mossy hues fixated into the mollies burning amber gaze, ”while I appreciate your duty to your clan and your willingness to complete the patrol even when the rest of your patrol found they had better things to do, I must remind you that we have a rule for the safety of our clan - three cat patrols. The next time this happens, please speak with me or gather two other felines to go along with you, we have rules for a reason. Go speak with Mistlewhisker to see if she finds you deserving of more than reprimand but such is all I will be giving you at the moment, you meant well,” with that the tom turned and strode to perch in the moss and lichen coated knotting of roots outside of his den open for any private discussions that the punished felt they needed and to make sure that the dark grey molly who had gotten off with a warning from him followed his direction to their deputy.

{ @Mica ~ Mistledep } { @redshiftreign ~ Grouse } { @MockingRabbit ~ Eggpaw } { @ophelia ~ Raspberryswirl } { @Patagonia ~ Fernblaze } { @constellation ~ Holloweock } { @Willie Warf ~ Sharpfrost } { @Malinovy ~ Shadedstorm } { @starry ~ Palesong }

[Willie Warf]

Originally Posted by ellie

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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat


❦ Wrenched claws finally loosened form their painful position as his time as a disciplinary force was coming to a crescendo in the midst of the moments lamenting requiem, his last punishment was more of reprimand - at least the part he would have in such - ”Sharpfrost,” the tom lilted as his mossy hues fixated into the mollies burning amber gaze, ”while I appreciate your duty to your clan and your willingness to complete the patrol even when the rest of your patrol found they had better things to do, I must remind you that we have a rule for the safety of our clan - three cat patrols. The next time this happens, please speak with me or gather two other felines to go along with you, we have rules for a reason. Go speak with Mistlewhisker to see if she finds you deserving of more than reprimand but such is all I will be giving you at the moment, you meant well,” with that the tom turned and strode to perch in the moss and lichen coated knotting of roots outside of his den open for any private discussions that the punished felt they needed and to make sure that the dark grey molly who had gotten off with a warning from him followed his direction to their deputy.

Sharpfrost bowed her head in shame. How could she forget one of glorious Dawnstars rules! How could she! "Of course Mossfreckle. I'll go right away." She said, the disappointment in herself leaking into her somber tone. She began her shame filled walk over to the deputys den.

[ophelia]

[ @ellie ]
RASPBERRYPAW

Shoot. Oh no. Oh no oh no. This wasn't good. Stars, Raspberryswirl was messing up all over the place. First her failure in battle with Riverclan, and now this??? Oh no. When she'd been assigned the patrol, she'd been so excited to lead, and then disappointed when the third member of the party failed to come forward. With the three-cat rule in place, she'd remembered not to go on without them, but she'd completely forgotten to report back to Mossfreckle.

The grey molly padded over to the medicine cat, tail lowered anxiously. "Mossfreckle?" she addressed the high rank nervously. "I just wanted to apologize. I'm so sorry, I should have told you that I couldn't find the third member of my patrol so we could get a replacement. I've just..." she trailed off, not wanting to sound like she was giving any excuses. The battle with Riverclan had been weighing heavily on her, but it was no excuse for failing to come up with a solution. "Nevermind. It won't happen again. Would you like me to go on a makeup patrol or anything? I would still love to help."

[redshiftreign]

Patrols are due on July 25th, 23:59 Eastern Standard Time.
The last day to request an extension of 3 days is July 28th before 23:59.

If you would like to be replaced please let me/Grousepaw know, in character or out of character, no later than July 15th at 23:59 Eastern Standard Time. You are more than welcome to ask for an extension up to three days after the patrol is due, although earlier is preferred. Patrols that fail to report in/back or return with empty paws will be punished in character as according to the regulations on the first post in this thread.

Please report in this thread to Grousepaw [mention @redshiftreign] with the number of each herb gathered along with a link to the post in which you collected the herbs. Note that no cat should be realistically able to carry more than 5 herbs - if you have The Collector purrk you will be able to carry 8 herbs. If you would like to make two trips to collect more than 5 herbs, you are free to.

Unless stated by the patrol leader, everyone should report their own herbs. Herbs reported by the patrol leader should still list which cat brought which herbs along with links.

You do not have to log your patrol. I will do that to keep everything organized. Thank you!

Please VM if you have any question or concerns! ^^

[If your character is an apprentice and none of the warriors are showing up it is your responsibility to find a warrior to go with you or speak with Grousepaw]

moss powerplay perms given by felix

GROUSEPAW
THE TRAILBLAZER
SILVER TONGUE - JUST A SCRATCH - BURN, BABY, BURN
"I'M NOT A ROLE MODEL, WAS BRIEFLY A RUNWAY MODEL."

[ @ellie [mossfreckle] ]

"i don't know what i'm doin'-" fretted the eclectically mottled tom, ushered from the medicine den to the command stone's peak, large paws scrambling for footholds. a sharp breath escaped him, deflating. okay. okay. mossboss had been over this a thousand times. repeating the mantra in his head- coltsfoot, chamomile, chickweed- they all melded together in his head, a whirlpool of plants and scents and descriptions. hell, moss hadn't yet taught him most of them. later, he swore, and for once, grouse was okay with that. he could lament on what he already knew for a bit, it was sinking in. he knew what he knew pretty well so far. he was at least a little bit proud of himself. the more he knew, the more he could share. the stronger they were- as a people. as a community. and in a way, he supposed, as a clan. whatever that really meant.

he cleared his throat, mossfreckle by his side, telling him the right words and descriptions. coltsfoot, water mint. those were up first.

"hawkbite," grouse began, raising his voice over the crowd and looking for the enforcer commander. when his amber gaze settled on the stoic tom, he curled his tail in discomfort. grouse found that he hated giving orders. "you'll be takin' wispypaw an' bleedin' out to the mire, uh, if you'd be so kind." he paused, looking for bleeding among the crowd. when his view alighted on the little fool, he flashed the disarming grin and spared the 'paw a knowing wink. bleedin'. not bleedingpaw. the same as the rest of 'em. equals. he couldn't do it for everyone- yeah, not if he liked his head on his shoulders.

"you're lookin for water mint and coltsfoot. water mint is- uh- so the stems are green or purple, and you'll find it in shallow water. it grows up outta the water, an' its got these hairy oval leaves with ragged edges. the flowers, up at the top, are pink-ish, kinda oval-y and spikylookin' with all the pointy petals." he explained, tongue passing over his teeth anxiously. "an' coltsfoot is-" he paused, looking to mossfreckle who repeated the description to him. "-coltsfoot has fuzzy stems and small yellow flowers. it looks a lot like dandelion, but the leaves are more toothy and white on the underside."

patrol 1 : coltsfoot and watermint ; darkwater mire hawkbite [ @SuspiciousMindz ] , wispypaw [ @Kix ] , bleedingpaw [ @Rani ]
optional prompt: ugh. all this water. . . what could be hiding underneath? you barely have a chance to ponder before- AGH! snake! [the patrol encounters a harmless garter snake]

once that was sorted, the mottled tom turned his gaze to the next patrol. tuftedtusk- recently named enforcer, and overall a pretty responsible guy. grouse didn't care, really, about rank. but he wanted these patrols to actually- y'know, come back this time. so moss had made sure to emphasize choosing the right patrol members.

"ey, tuftedtusk, gather up magpiepaw, newtbelly and owlthroat an' get over here if you've got a second." grouse said, clearing his throat. the words came easier this time. less tight in his throat. necessary, though uncomfortable. "i need you three to head out to the territory and grab some dandelions and moss. you- you know what moss is, yeah? i hope so. look in moist, shady areas that get occasional sunlight. it likes hard surfaces like rocks, an' trees. dandelions are short yellow flowers with low, toothed leaves. the leaves are shiny and hairless. you'll know 'em when you see 'em, they're everywhere." he grinned his charming grin, head canting to the side, proud to have remembered moss' description without breaking off for any repeats, more or less. he spared a mirthful glance to his mentor, doggish smile, seeking any sigh of approval.

sure, maybe grouse didn't need anyone's opinion, but he'd be a liar if he said he didn't want it.

patrol 2 : dandelion and moss ; shadowclan territory tuftedtusk [ @Aroogi ] , owlthroat [ @Daragca ] , magpiepaw [ @Marigoldwhisper ] , newtbelly [ @sleepyyjax ]
optional prompt: what a glorious day! the sunlight is filtering through the trees in just the most delightful way. breaking into the clearing, you find a whole hoard of dandelion! amazing- wait, what's that? BEES! [the patrol finds a clearing filled with bees.]

next things next. . . scanning through the crowd, grousepaw's flaming amber eyes settled on a familiar black-and-white pelt, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, mixed emotions welling in his throat like bile. he felt lightheaded.

killer.

sleepysunrise was a thrice over killer. he once had faith- hope- misplaced hope- enough. enough thinking. enough lamenting. he cleared his throat, deep and rough, and tore his gaze away just a bit to instead rest on squirrelrise. he smiled an easy smile. "heya squirrelrise. name suits ya. could ya grab sleepyp- sunrise and cinderpaw, and take 'em to the mire? you're lookin' for stingin' nettles an' dock." he paused, briefly glancing to moss for guidance. once he got the descriptions, and muttered them quietly back to his mentor then turned to address the russet molly once more.

"so, nettles got thin, dark green pointed leaves that are wrinkled an grow outwards from the stem. stems are slim an' tall, and the whole plant is kinda fuzzy. you'll know when you get close to one because if you touch 'em they sting real bad. so, you're gonna want to wash them in the water before you bring them back to stop them from stingin' ya. next is dock, which is this low growin' leafy plant. it's dark green, sometimes the stem is a little purple, and they've got big, oblong wavy leaves that grow outwards from the center. they like the sunnier areas, whereas nettle's a little more shaded, but the mire's moist and both plants like moist." he concluded, sitting back on his haunches. "don't forget to wash the nettle. or, if you do, we ain't wastin' herbs on ya."

patrol 3 : stinging nettle and dock ; darkwater mire squirrelrise [ @furrensic ] , sleepysunrise [ @Estelle ] , cinderpaw [ @Neptune. ]
optional prompt: what was it that grousepaw said to do with the nettle. . .? ah whatever, if it were important, you would have remembered. [one of the patrol members forgets to wash off the nettle]

next up was the snarling, sparking, snapping fire that was burningnight. crackling like ember taking to dry log, contained barely within a hearth, grousepaw had known the young warrior only in passing. but observation was keen. but he was not the leader- a last minute decision, grouse decided to throw lostspark into the mix. "lostspark." he said, flashing a lazy grin to the molly(his interactions with her were none, but mossfreckle trusted her. so he did too, mostly. even if she was a damn loyalist. so was everyone else, though). "can you take burnin'night, pigeonpaw, and guts out to the territory to fetch tormentil and chickweed?"


he double checked his descriptions with moss, and- "so, tormentil has four-petalled, yellow flowers. the leaves are glossy and deeply toothed with three lobes and silvery undersides. chickweed leaves are bright light-green, hairless, nearly rounded with pointed tips. the stems hair are kind of hairy. it has solo white flowers. you'll know it when you touch it, because it feels slightly sticky."

patrol 4 : tormentil and chickweed ; shadowclan territory lostspark [ @Kat ] , burningnight [ @redshiftreign ] , pigeonpaw [ @Luminous ] , gutspaw [ @wolfie ]
optional prompt: it's oddly quiet out here, even with the four of you bumbling around the territory. then suddenly- movement! what is that? [the patrol finds a deflated balloon rolling in the wind.]

second to last patrol, and second to none was his mentor. grousepaw sat back on his haunches, tail curling over his paws as he turned his gaze to mossfreckle, beaming. the slightest undertone of discomfort showed under tense pelt and raised fur. he didn't like making orders as much as he hated taking them. "heya mossboss. you wanna take birdpaw an' midnightpaw out to the ruins for lavender and chamomile?"

once given the affirmative, he called the two apprentices over and described the plants just to save moss the breath; "so, lavender is a heavily branched, short shrub with many purple, tapered flowers an' grey-green leaves. chamomile has yellow or white flowers, an' is almost daisy-like with bulbous yellow centers and thin stems. the leaves are branch-like."

patrol 5 : lavender and chamomile ; mourning ruins mossfreckle [ @ellie ] , birdpaw [ @Mica ] , midnightpaw [ @Omari ]
optional prompt: wow! what an interesting, pleasant scent. one might almost get lost in it- hey, wait, where did they go? [one patrol member is distracted by the lavender scent and nearly wanders off.]

and last was his convoy. easy stuff that he already knew, and no need to wait up on moss' guidance. he gave a flick of his ear to his mentor, head dipping politely, as he rose and joined the crowd. once his call was over, he wanted back on equal footing with the rest of the clan immediately. sitting out so close to the near the grimpeak, where he often saw mistlewhisker, on the boulders, made him dizzy. no thanks; he was a-okay.

"glowin'!" grouse called, looking for his sibling in the chaos, "an, mistle! you two are with me." he nodded towards the camp entrance and tore away from the forming patrols to get a little space. once they were with him, he turned to them, "we're collecting as much cobwebs and marigold as we can carry, you get me? marigold are puffy red-orange flowers; hard to miss or mistake for anythin' else.

patrol 6 : marigold and cobweb ; evergreen grotto grousepaw [ @redshiftreign ] , glowingpaw [ @stag ] , mistlewhisker [ @Mica ]
optional prompt: so many cobwebs. . . this small cave is practically crawling with spiders in every nook and- . . . that is massive. maybe the largest spider you've ever seen. [the patrol encounters an overgrown dock spider and a bunch of little ones.]

[redshiftreign]

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.

[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.

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@redshiftreign @Kat @wolfie

[Daragca]

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons
Beefed Up T1 - Just A Scratch
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat padded over at the sound of his name falling from the new apprentice healer’s mouth. His sauntering figure casting a deep black shadow in the glorious light of the bright sun. Something to do, he supposed, he’d been put with a few good cats. Newtbelly his old apprentice, Tuftedtusk a strong warrior and Magpiepaw. He didn’t know Magpiepaw but had heard good things. As long as apprentices had their heads firmly on their shoulders he could deal with it.

Moss and dandelion that wouldn’t be too hard of a challenge, the moss especially. It grew about everywhere in the forest. He gave a nod to Grousepaw and swivelled his head around slowly. Awaiting his fellow clanmates.

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