leapingpaw arrived late and with no apology or explanation, rookfire made note of it but didnt comment on it at this moment. it was quite the thing though, to arrive late to a patrol with two enforcers and not even explain their earlier absence..whatever. it wasnt really his place to care about this apprentices behaviour beyond doing his duties in taking note of it. really, it was midnightpaths place to worry, pretty much.
with everycat finally gathered, rookfire gave a lash of his tail, beckoning his patrol to follow him out of camp.
rookfire was already prepared for the wet paws he would earn himself from the moorland at whispering wetlands, especially with the heavy rain that had recently drenched the forest in its sweet smell. overall, the smell of rain had since faded and wet soil and moist wood had become far more overpowering than usual, but rookfire wasnt really one to complain. it made the air feel heavier and airborne moisture, confined to lingering close to the ground, clung to his pelt after a short white, but it was pleasant. however, the closer he got to arriving at whispering wetlands, with its gnarled willow trees twisting just slightly above the horizon, the wetter it got. first, it was the switch from hardpacked needle covered soil to loser, moist soil, but by the time he could fully lay eyes on the first tree, bits of dry-ish mud started clinging to his paws. there was also this noise..this familiar noise that kind of blended into the general noise of the forest enough to be marked off as irrelevant by rookfires brain, but still actively stood out to him. attempting to take a hold of the noise had a end when the first frog hopped into the undergrowth at the very edge of his vision, bordering on becoming a blurry spot in his peripheral vision, and everything slotted together.
the noise that had been plaguing him was a choir of frogs, their croaking and quacking bleeding into another and combining into nothing more than one slippery mess of noise, yet, the closer they got, the more overwhelming the noise got. it was already weird, he had never before taken note of hearing a bunch of frogs at whispering wetlands, until rookfire pushed through the last bit of brush and bush seperating them from closing in on the border, and a whole mass of frogs shrieked and scattered by his paws. "what the hell-"
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Well, at least Leapingpaw had finally shown up. Shrewstep was a little surprised that Rookfire hadn't snapped at the apprentice, but he supposed the tom was more of a lead-by-example type of enforcer rather than a yowl-at-everyone type. He himself was something of the same, mostly because he was fairly certain no one would take him seriously if he tried yowling. The tiny size he had been cursed with at birth had never stopped irritating him, and probably never would. You just wouldn't be taken seriously if you were so small.
Regardless, he had been having a nice enough time on this patrol, at least until they got to the Wetlands. The ground was a bit squishy, true, but nothing should be going wrong that they'd have to deal with. And then something did go wrong! Because.....frogs. Lots and lots and LOTS of frogs. Far too many frogs than should exist in one place at one time, and Shrewstep was not pleased about it at ALL. Frogs everywhere! He didn't want to be eaten by frogs!
Eeep! he yelped, unsheathing his claws to batter at the horrid amphibians. Why are there so MANY of them?! Yes he was being a bit melodramatic, but what did you have a voice for if not to complain, right? We kill them I guess? Or chase them into Windclan? he postulated, scooping a few on his paws and throwing them back into the horde. Ew ew ew ew ew!! @alec @Fish
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The brown apprentice was all too eager to get out of there, the slimy invasion had all but ruined her day entirely. She rallied at Hawkfur's call, too annoyed and scared now to spare a thought for how funny his booming mew was. Wriggling out from under the pile of frogs and kicking the last ones away from her in a flurry of kicking paws and yet more hissing.
"Coming!" She called to him as she got back to her paws and fled the scene.
leapingpaw arrived late and with no apology or explanation, rookfire made note of it but didnt comment on it at this moment. it was quite the thing though, to arrive late to a patrol with two enforcers and not even explain their earlier absence..whatever. it wasnt really his place to care about this apprentices behaviour beyond doing his duties in taking note of it. really, it was midnightpaths place to worry, pretty much.
with everycat finally gathered, rookfire gave a lash of his tail, beckoning his patrol to follow him out of camp.
rookfire was already prepared for the wet paws he would earn himself from the moorland at whispering wetlands, especially with the heavy rain that had recently drenched the forest in its sweet smell. overall, the smell of rain had since faded and wet soil and moist wood had become far more overpowering than usual, but rookfire wasnt really one to complain. it made the air feel heavier and airborne moisture, confined to lingering close to the ground, clung to his pelt after a short white, but it was pleasant. however, the closer he got to arriving at whispering wetlands, with its gnarled willow trees twisting just slightly above the horizon, the wetter it got. first, it was the switch from hardpacked needle covered soil to loser, moist soil, but by the time he could fully lay eyes on the first tree, bits of dry-ish mud started clinging to his paws. there was also this noise..this familiar noise that kind of blended into the general noise of the forest enough to be marked off as irrelevant by rookfires brain, but still actively stood out to him. attempting to take a hold of the noise had a end when the first frog hopped into the undergrowth at the very edge of his vision, bordering on becoming a blurry spot in his peripheral vision, and everything slotted together.
the noise that had been plaguing him was a choir of frogs, their croaking and quacking bleeding into another and combining into nothing more than one slippery mess of noise, yet, the closer they got, the more overwhelming the noise got. it was already weird, he had never before taken note of hearing a bunch of frogs at whispering wetlands, until rookfire pushed through the last bit of brush and bush seperating them from closing in on the border, and a whole mass of frogs shrieked and scattered by his paws. "what the hell-"
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Originally Posted by gs29513
Well, at least Leapingpaw had finally shown up. Shrewstep was a little surprised that Rookfire hadn't snapped at the apprentice, but he supposed the tom was more of a lead-by-example type of enforcer rather than a yowl-at-everyone type. He himself was something of the same, mostly because he was fairly certain no one would take him seriously if he tried yowling. The tiny size he had been cursed with at birth had never stopped irritating him, and probably never would. You just wouldn't be taken seriously if you were so small.
Regardless, he had been having a nice enough time on this patrol, at least until they got to the Wetlands. The ground was a bit squishy, true, but nothing should be going wrong that they'd have to deal with. And then something did go wrong! Because.....frogs. Lots and lots and LOTS of frogs. Far too many frogs than should exist in one place at one time, and Shrewstep was not pleased about it at ALL. Frogs everywhere! He didn't want to be eaten by frogs!
Eeep! he yelped, unsheathing his claws to batter at the horrid amphibians. Why are there so MANY of them?! Yes he was being a bit melodramatic, but what did you have a voice for if not to complain, right? We kill them I guess? Or chase them into Windclan? he postulated, scooping a few on his paws and throwing them back into the horde. Ew ew ew ew ew!! @alec @Fish
Leapingpaw smirked. Well no it smirked in its mind, gleeful in an odd way to not have gotten in trouble. Yet not happy enough to actually crack a smile, honestly speaking here, it found little to care about and much less to smile about. All it could think to make it smile was its brother. Now that was someone truly worthy of its smile. Best part for Bitternpaw was that he had to do nothing to make its sibling smile.
The ground was mush and it was irritating but it seemed to bother the enforcers more than it. The apprentice narrowed its eyes at the enforcers and held back from scoffing at them. Though while they walked it wondered if cats just felt things differently than it. Like it lacked the ability to feel as strongly. Was this a bad or a good things? Perhaps it was for the better, it didn't want to get its head diluted with other worries or joys in this world that didn't include its sibling. Maybe the feelings it felt of love towards its brother was how other cats felt when they felt strongly to other things. How could one actually deal with all that emotion. It made the apprentice's head hurt trying to understand.
Then there was yapping about frogs and what to do with them. In a flash, Leapingpaw called in his namesakes and leaped onto one of the frogs, trapping its legs under its paws. "Eat them." Leapingpaw said looking at the enforcer with a scowl. Why was that even a question?
rookfire hummed in thought, watching the frogs leap through mud and sludge in the meantime, not yet moving from where he stood. he didnt like the idea of chasing them into windclan at all, no need to cause trouble with possibly the clan that had the least issues with shadowclan. they were too many to kill and take home as a whole, that'd result in waste and nothing else, leaving them here would be ridiculous, like presenting shadowclan on a silver platter for any large predators. leapingpaw was more so thinking in the direction rookfire was thinking in, though he wasnt really a far of eating outside camp if that was what the apprentice was implying. quite honestly, there was so much wrong with what shrewstep had suggested rookfire didnt even bother address everything. "do you want trouble with windclan, shrewstep? i'd like to see you explain that to dawnstar." he snapped at shrewsteps suggestion, voice only slightly altering from his usual tone. he should probably not correct someone supposed to be his equal like that in front of an apprentice, but the belief that even within the rank of enforcer there sure were differences carried rook with confidence. for all he knew and had observed, he was ranking above shrewstep despite them both being enforcers. or thats what he had convinced himself of anyway. "we'll mark the border and check for trouble, then catch as many as we can carry n bring em back to camp, alright?" that was a purely rethorical question, and not one he actually wanted answered. then, before giving the other two a chance to protest, the enforcer stepped through the frog crowd, the choir of croaks splitting like the sea around dark paws. the other side was relatively lively, rookfire took note of a windclan warrior yelling..for no obvious reason..which made him cringe a bit but didnt really concern the enforcer any more than that. it appeared windclan had a similar problem with frogs and rookfire had to resist a cheeky remark though he got the feeling the russety tabby wouldve taken it like it was meant to sound and not blow it out of proportion. instead of further eyeing the fury chase through the frogs, rookfire finally got to marking the border.
Ugh, Rookfire was being a boring pain in the tail. Surely Windclan would WELCOME the gift of some frogs, seeing as their rabbits were so stringy and gross. Leapingpaw was right in that frogs were best eaten, though Shrewstep was of the opinion that there were probably a few too many to actually get around to catching and consuming in the time allotted for their patrol. Regardless, he didn't really have much of a choice but to go along with the consensus of marking and then munching. Sounds good! he called, already starting down the border in the opposite direction to Rookfire. Stars above, what WAS that commotion? Ah, Windclan was having just as much trouble with the amphibians as they were. And, it seemed, trying to chase them onto Shadowclan territory. So they wouldn't actually be starting trouble with Windclan after all, now would they? Such a downer, wasn't it? Rookfire really needed to chill out. But that was also a downer, and Shrewstep didn't do downers, so he focused on giggling quietly to himself at the Windclanner's panic as he marked the border and caught three of the little snacks. And if on the way back to the others he kicked a singular frog over the border when he was sure no one was looking, well, that was his knowledge alone. @alec @Fish
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She heaved, glad to be away from that mess…but it all felt light-hearted. She still had a twinge of adrenaline as she met up with the rest of the patrol. “That was- yeah…interesting”
Ugh, Rookfire was being a boring pain in the tail. Surely Windclan would WELCOME the gift of some frogs, seeing as their rabbits were so stringy and gross. Leapingpaw was right in that frogs were best eaten, though Shrewstep was of the opinion that there were probably a few too many to actually get around to catching and consuming in the time allotted for their patrol. Regardless, he didn't really have much of a choice but to go along with the consensus of marking and then munching. Sounds good! he called, already starting down the border in the opposite direction to Rookfire. Stars above, what WAS that commotion? Ah, Windclan was having just as much trouble with the amphibians as they were. And, it seemed, trying to chase them onto Shadowclan territory. So they wouldn't actually be starting trouble with Windclan after all, now would they? Such a downer, wasn't it? Rookfire really needed to chill out. But that was also a downer, and Shrewstep didn't do downers, so he focused on giggling quietly to himself at the Windclanner's panic as he marked the border and caught three of the little snacks. And if on the way back to the others he kicked a singular frog over the border when he was sure no one was looking, well, that was his knowledge alone. @alec @Fish
rookfire hummed in thought, watching the frogs leap through mud and sludge in the meantime, not yet moving from where he stood. he didnt like the idea of chasing them into windclan at all, no need to cause trouble with possibly the clan that had the least issues with shadowclan. they were too many to kill and take home as a whole, that'd result in waste and nothing else, leaving them here would be ridiculous, like presenting shadowclan on a silver platter for any large predators. leapingpaw was more so thinking in the direction rookfire was thinking in, though he wasnt really a far of eating outside camp if that was what the apprentice was implying. quite honestly, there was so much wrong with what shrewstep had suggested rookfire didnt even bother address everything.
"do you want trouble with windclan, shrewstep? i'd like to see you explain that to dawnstar." he snapped at shrewsteps suggestion, voice only slightly altering from his usual tone. he should probably not correct someone supposed to be his equal like that in front of an apprentice, but the belief that even within the rank of enforcer there sure were differences carried rook with confidence. for all he knew and had observed, he was ranking above shrewstep despite them both being enforcers. or thats what he had convinced himself of anyway.
"we'll mark the border and check for trouble, then catch as many as we can carry n bring em back to camp, alright?" that was a purely rethorical question, and not one he actually wanted answered. then, before giving the other two a chance to protest, the enforcer stepped through the frog crowd, the choir of croaks splitting like the sea around dark paws. the other side was relatively lively, rookfire took note of a windclan warrior yelling..for no obvious reason..which made him cringe a bit but didnt really concern the enforcer any more than that. it appeared windclan had a similar problem with frogs and rookfire had to resist a cheeky remark though he got the feeling the russety tabby wouldve taken it like it was meant to sound and not blow it out of proportion. instead of further eyeing the fury chase through the frogs, rookfire finally got to marking the border.
Leapingpaw largely ignored the Windclanners and their ruckus. If they weren't going to eat the frog then Shadowclan could have full stomach. Sorry queens we can't feed your kits because we are squeamish babies. Leapingpaw rolled its eyes thinking about that. Thankfully the warriors were doing all the talking for it and that really worked out for it as it tended to be terse and blunt. Something cats hated in its own clan, but with other clanners? It figured such talk would cause a fight since some rats didn't know how to keep their emotions in check. Quite funny how simple words could send someone into a tail spin.
With that being said, Leapingpaw needed to focus on what actually mattered and that was marking the borders. Hopefully those rabbits would stay on their side, and hell chase more prey onto Shadowclan land. Starve yourselves idiots, Shadowclan would happily get fat off your bounty. So the apprentice marked the borders while it kept the frog in its mouth, not seeing a reason to not have it like this. Once things were said and done, the apprentice stalked around for a tiny bit before managing to find one more frog.
Though the sun bakes down on Windclans territory and the day is dry and hot there is no fire to be found here. Various scents float to you on the wind but overall the area is quiet and clear. The danger is elsewhere.
[‘Sorry’ assigned spotter (and you better be them if youre reacting to this post), there is no fire here. Boring but sure to be a relief!]
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with the border marked and the windclan patrol moving from amusing to out of sight out of mind, rookfire watched his patrolmates begin on their next task, catch a good few of the frogs. though rookfire felt it was highly unlikely the frogs would cause a lot of trouble no matter if they caught some of them or not. what did frogs even eat? rook couldnt remember ever seeing a frog eat anything of note, always worms n that kind of thing that doesnt really matter. the only thing the enforcer could come up with was attracting predators. sure, there was always the aspect of peace and equality of nature needing to remain as it choses to be or whatever but this couldnt really classify as someone breaching that unspoken contract.
[ rolls for frogs: 14, 4, 8, 19, 20, 13, 20, 19 || 6/8 - d20, 12+ success, no advantage ]
instead of continuing to focus on this irrelevant question rookfire slammed one large forepaw against a frog that had gotten too adventorous, venturing too close to him. with the amounts of animals hopping around here, the enforcer decided against placing his catch down to return to later and picked it up instead. the frogs werent extraordinarily fast or strong, only ever taking a few moments to hold down and deliver a killing blow or bite, yet slimy enough that some slipped out of rookfires grasp and disappeared into murky water or undergrowth. since there were more than enough, he let them. where was the reason in hunting down a certain frog when he could easily spin around and catch another.
a few of the frogs were honestly of impressive size, almost twice as large as the average frog appeared to be and croaking deep and loud. the enforcer focussed on those for the most part, barely needing to extend more energy than for the other frogs though and yet ultimately ending up with four frogs that could feed a warrior and a half.
ultimately, he ended up with five and one frogs and struggling a bit to keep them all pinned snugly between his jaws. a lash of his striped tail and jerk of his head would have to be enough to signal leapingpaw and shrewstep that they were to leave now, before turning and trusting a enforcer of all people could succeed at such a simple task.
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Re: Whispering Wetlands
