ShadowClan Patrol Place

[redshiftreign]

BURNINGNIGHT
THE AFTERMATH
he/they/it | shadowclan warrior | 19 moons
lyrebird's lullaby, the collector, shadow fiend
@/luminous @/rose @/wolfie @/redshiftreign

as the patrol piled into camp, brimming with herbs, burningnight took the heel in cloaked silence. his gaze stayed fixated, wide eyed, on some distant point on the horizon, stepping quietly along to settle his plants down for grousepaw to tend too.

[ burningnight collected 4 tormentil & 4 chickweed ]

[sfhshf sorry for the phantom mention gang, my post glitched out and loaded a grousepaw draft instead of the burningnight one]

[Mica]

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, Mind Reader
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[Grousepaw - @redshiftreign ]
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Mistlewhisker padded into camp with Grousepaw, irritated at the disappearance of Glowingpaw. She was sure her former apprentice felt similarly. Regardless, she gently placed her herbs down in the pile, pausing by Grousepaw to ensure he was set before moving on. “Tell me if Glowingpaw does not show up when you give out punishments.” She meowed. “Sometimes cats simply miss patrols.” It was a close to a “don’t worry too much” as Grousepaw was going to get.

[Mistlewhisker delivered +2 marigold and +3 cobwebs!]

[alec]

rookfire hadnt been called out for patrol, and he was grateful for the time he had gotten to rest, however, he wasnt one to turn down a patrol if there was need for a replacement. proper enforcer duty or something.. hunting ehhh not his favourite activity by far, he'd rather be collecting herbs than putting streign on his shoulder chasing after mice or rabbits, though, this was his second ever hunting patrols so it was probably for the best. the first had been moons ago, riverclans burial ground..ugh he didnt like remembering this quite honestly, and he had stepped close enough to the group gathered to be able to address his patrol mates already. "you all ready?" the enforcer enquired, letting silver eyes scan everyone here before focussing on the other cats still around. it appeared most had already left.

[ short one cuz i forgot to reply earlier andddd im lazy. @Fritter @Omari @narcissus ??]

[val]

@Omari @alec

"I am," Fenneldrop replied with a quick glance to Midnightpaw, the only other one who'd shown up so far. She returned the apprentice's smile by brightening her own. What a polite cat. The warrior looked back to the enforcer, Rookfire, obliged to follow him out to Darkwater Mire.

[Omari]

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Midnightpaw
Shadowclan
She/her
Purrks: Silver Tongue(active) & Hulk Smash(inactive)

[/I]Finally,[/I] someone had shown up to take the patrol out. They had been uselessly sitting here for what felt like ages just waiting for the rest of their patrol to show up! “Readier than ever!”

[ @narcissus @alec ]
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[alec]

ROOKFIRE

rookfire padded into camp, patrol mates hopefully right behind him and made a beeline for mistlewhisker where the muddied tom dropped the rabbit he had been holding, subsequently regaining the ability to voice his thoughts "reporting back from darkwater mire, fenneldrop and midnightpaw did well and i noticed nothing out of order, ma'am." he rasped, awaiting mistlewhiskers reaction and dismissal.

[ rookfire caught: 1 frog, 1 rabbit, 2 mouse, 1 bird ]
[ @narcissus @Omari @Mica ]

[silver.]

92/100
shc apprentice // he/him // 10 moons
purrks: agatha kitty, the collector, rapid recovery

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Well, that was odd... He could have sworn he had heard Lostspark nearby only for there to be no sign of her. Glancing about in confusion before settling upon Birdpaw's bright demeanor, he tilts his head at her in some attempt to understand. There was no way that came from her, right? He must have been hearing things or maybe Lostspark was in a den nearby and he couldn't see her or something. Nonetheless he tries not to let it bother him and instead lets his gaze sweep out amongst the clearing of camp.

It feels like they've been waiting for their patrol leader forever. Behind him his tail lashes irritably and his ears lay back a bit in obvious annoyance. Leave it to the apprentices in Shadowclan-- the ones that cannot do anything with warrior supervision-- to be the ones most eager to serve their clan.

"How much longer should we wait before informing Mistlewhisker?" He asks, glancing to the other two gathered apprentices.

birdpaw | @Mica // wispypaw | @Kix // burningnight | @redshiftreign

[redshiftreign]

BURNINGNIGHT
THE AFTERMATH
he/they/it | shadowclan warrior | 19 moons
lyrebird's lullaby, the collector, shadow fiend
@Mica @silver. @Kix

late. late. late. late late late late late late late late late.

those were the only thoughts racing through burningnight's head as he scrambled out of the warriors den and tripped over his own paws, eyes wide and still groggy from sleep. late late late. horrible. horrible. go. go go go-

horrible.

it was frankly embarrassing how frantically he tripped over his own long legs, landing before the group of apprentices. god. he hated apprentices. they were so unpredictable and a lot of them were blunt and pointed out things about himself that he didn't like.

"sorry," he said, voice quiet, almost a whisper, and monotone as he steeled himself into complete stoicity, then turned towards the exit. he felt their eyes on his pelt. felt his skin crawl. he needed to leave. and get this over with. "let's go."

[Rowlet]

Ravenheart
ShadowClan
they/them | 23 moons
[Small black cat with green eyes and a tuft of white chest fur]
@Mica @wolfie

Ravenheart hurried into the patrol place, fur stuck up on an end or two, eyes clouded with hurried frenzy. "I'm here," they said, lowering their head in greeting to the others. "Are we ready?"

The patrol might do them good. They could do with getting out of camp.

[redshiftreign]

GROUSEPAW
THE TRAILBLAZER
⋆˖ The Fool ˖⋆
SILVER TONGUE - JUST A SCRATCH - BURN, BABY, BURN
"either or, it doesn't really matter. neither really phase me, it's war and war is madness."

[ @Undertaker [ dawnstar ] , @Morrigan [ darkcloud ] , @Mica [ mistle] ]

"we shall," grousepaw hummed, disarming grin returning and turned to trot with his prey in tow back to camp. ever in-between a jog and a walk, energy and strenght in each step charged by coiled muscle under a bulk of mottled fur. he had found an awkwardness in his pawsteps around the leader loosening from the however brief exposure. his theory was proven, however certain he had been before he was only more so ow. dawn was just a cat. same as him. one with a lot of power behind her words; one who could aim the metaphorical gun that was mistlewhisker at him and shoot, or even take it upon herself to judgement call him. but she was just a cat, same as him.

extra lives or not. (and frankly, he had yet to see proof of that with his own eyes, and was skeptical at best. lot of good starclan had done him. maybe he'd get to meet his ancestors; learn the art of omens and whatnot, and open his eyes to a world where that sort of thing was real. he was skeptical at best. it seemed like a really good way to control what people think, so he wouldn't be surprised to hear it was all a well concealed hoax.)

he was only just bouncing back from his brief spiral upon his brother disappearing on patrol; and with no sign of glowing returning, grouse felt doubt creep up. almost paranoia- he was bad about that. a cynic, maybe. even if everything in him fought for optimism and hope, the sick truth of reality always shone through like a spire casting shadows through the glaring sunlight, a blade of darkness slicing the glow of naivety.

he realized rather acutely that he was missing sleepy more than he cared to admit. his self imposed distance from her had been for good reason; she was merciless in her destruction at the raid. she had filled the same number of graves in one short day as he was carrying prey. but that quiet little anxious voice deep in the back of his mind crawled up and said keep her close, or you'll loose her to.

and admittedly, that made him want to bite his own tongue off. or blow up. whichever was easier.

but those were problems for future grouse; and with his training going well- (just one more lesson he was soon to ask sagechaser for, then once moss taught him everything he knew-) -he'd be ready to take a full name. the pantheon had opened up its arms wide and ensnared the rebel in its web. the only way from here was up.

it was, by all definitions, a cage.

but all of that was just food for thought, and when he trotted up to the command post and looked up at mistle, he grinned.

"grouse in the house; one mouse and two toads from me." he beamed, rather proud of himself because in spite of his subpar luck with hunting, he had managed to bring in a pretty passable haul. dipping his head in acknowledgement, he ducked off to deposit his prey in the pile. the full report was an honor reserved for dawnstar, the arbitrarily assigned leader of this patrol, and oblige that. he was just here to feed clan and then scram.

[1 mouse, 2 toads]