Although he'd rather have a talking to with the majority of last patrol's members - or even better, not be here at all - Gingerfrost could unfortunately not let this matter go untouched. He had some time to think about it, and came to the only conclusion which was the general punishment that seemed to be handed out in cases of uncompleted patrols through neglect. While technically they reported back, well... He still considered it a fail, for rather obvious reasons. Positioning himself in some part of the clearing, the ginger tabby scanned his surroundings for the concerned feline.
"Troutstone."
The deputy called once the feline seemed to cross his line of sight, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. A flick of his tail ordered the warrior to get closer. "Your hunting patrol returned with nothing." Because no body wanted to, he still thought this was baffling! "As patrol leader, it was up to you to ensure the patrol proceeded effectively. Instead, you returned empty pawed in the middle of leafbare, with a reasoning I won't even bother repeating. You understand that's not acceptable?"
..He wasn't exactly enjoying showing this form of authority - it was weird. Still, the tabby glared at the warrior and wouldn't let his voice waver or go muttery, leaving a few seconds for Troutstone to think. "..As punishment, you are temporarily exiled from RiverClan. You can return after seven sunrises have passed. I hope your time in the outskirts will remind you of the importance of hunting to survive."
[ @Rabbiteye - Troutstone has been exiled from RiverClan for 7 real life days, starting 9/01. You will have to make one post for each day of their exile, totalling to seven posts. There is no required post length or time, only that they take place anywhere but clan territory. You may have Troutstone rejoin in this thread the 16/01. ]
Padding back into camp with his fluffy brown tail swaying behind him and the two disgraceful cats in tow, Otterfluff came to stand just underneath the Streamstone. "Pikestar, if you have a moment," he called out in a rather gruff voice, clearing his throat before looking back at the two warriors with him, "I have two cats who need to understand that their actions have consequences." After a moment his gaze left the two and returned to the entrance of the leaders' den.
Padding back into camp with his fluffy brown tail swaying behind him and the two disgraceful cats in tow, Otterfluff came to stand just underneath the Streamstone. "Pikestar, if you have a moment," he called out in a rather gruff voice, clearing his throat before looking back at the two warriors with him, "I have two cats who need to understand that their actions have consequences." After a moment his gaze left the two and returned to the entrance of the leaders' den.
Brindleflower silently sat, hoping she wouldn't squeak like a kitten in fear or anything. Her tail was neatly curled around her paws as she patiently waited for Pikestar too emerge from there den, maybe Adderfang and her wouldn't be in that much trouble? Well that's what Brindleflower hoped anyway.
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From within his den, the tall dark-furred leader heard the hoarse call of Otterfluff from outside, which made him immediately rise to his paws. He wasted no time stalking outside to be quickly greeted by the fluffy brown-furred tomcat and two RiverClan warriors, whom he soon recognized as Adderfang and Brindleflower. The large oriental longhair’s expression quickly turned from visible concern to outright anger, an irritable frown sliding onto his maw. “Well then?” He hissed, peering at both cats that Otterfluff had brought to him, “Clanmate got your tongue? Speak up! What the hell have you done?” Pikestar practically snapped the words in their faces, bushy tail lashing in a clearly annoyed manner. They did not even know what crime Adderfang and Brindleflower had committed, but they knew it was not going to be good in any type of way. Little by little, every day, his patience dwindled with his own clan and their idiotic actions costing reputation, herbs and sometimes lives. A low growl stirred in his throat as he waited for anycat to give him an answer.
And now he was here.
The crack of dawn, and the first thing he got to do was send out punishments for the fools who didn't complete their patrol. It didn't happen too often, luckily, but Gingerfrost sure got irritated when it did. It was still leafbare, did they think prey grew on trees? Huffing, he stepped to the clearing's centre and raised his maw to call out the first victims:
"Firelight, Antlerstreak!
For whatever reason, neither of you bothered to complete your patrol. I no longer care what either of you have to say, you had your chance to explain.
Firelight [ @Beamheart ]. Get yourself together and hunt. Go wherever you want, but bring back at least three pieces of prey."
Honestly. Apprentice caught that or more all the time during their assessments, this shouldn't be too hard for someone who already passed it.
Anterstreak [ @Willowfern ]. Don't let this happen again. Especially with the ShadowClan border. Go back and thoroughly mark it. Don't let it seem like only one cat bothered to do their job. And try to hunt some while you're at it.
It should be doable, considering that was his original job. Hopefully it would get done this time. That being said, onto the feline who took the cake;
"Blackstone [ @Soldier ]! Get over here and explain to me why you didn't even bother to report back. Do you think prey grows on trees? Either give a good explanation or go now and bring back at least three pieces of prey."
Waiting for the dark feline, Gingerfrost turned towards the next one; he... Wasn't too keen on this one. Especially when Wormbite at least did his job and reported back, but he could hardly exempt him. Naturally however, the dark lord was privy to a less severe punishment - after all, did his job. He was only late. "Wormbite [ @x ghostie ]! Head out and hunt some more again. Two will be enough."
It seemed appropriate enough. With that, he stepped back and awaited their departures.
[ Punishments are due Thursday, March 2nd 2023. You may request an extension before that date if necessary.
Each will be required to make a minimum of three posts.
One here accepting the punishment, One completing it and One reporting back here.
Hunters, make sure to drop of your prey on the prey pilebefore reporting!
Failure to complete your punishment may result in severer reprimanding ]
Antlerstreak padded out of the Warrior’s den, not even caring to complain or argue it. He knew what he did. The only thing he would have been upset about was if he was still sleeping in the nursery with his kits and he’d had to wake them. Thankfully, he’d moved back to the Warrior’s den not two days ago.
He dipped his head respectfully to Gingerfrost, not averting his eyes or sniveling like an idiot. Again, he knew what he’d done to deserve this punishment, and he would right his mistake. “Will do,” Antlerstreak meowed, raising his head and turning to head out of camp, “I’ll make sure the border absolutely reeks of RiverClan,” He tossed this remark over his shoulder as his tail disappeared around the exit.
Probably permanent roleplay hiatus, though I’ll be around nonetheless. Might make some throwaways every now and then for people’s plots + Non-Clan cats and Nonwarriors roleplay characters. Free Art Artfight
Blackstone looks at Gingerfrost before the tom bows his head in a sign of respect. "I do not have an excuse. I will go and hunt three pieces of prey now. " he has nothing to explain, so he trots out of the camp and into the territory.
Sure, Firelight was a little upset that she made a cat mad at her, but aside from that, getting a stern talking-to was fine—Firelight had enough self-esteem (ego, huge head, whatever) to not take it personally. The punishment wasn’t all that bad, either, since Firelight liked hunting anyway. “Yes, Gingerfrost,” she said before leaving the camp.
Blackstone returns from hunting and dropping the prey at the prey plie. He looks at Gingerfrost before he eyes the ground. He looks like a failure - becaus ehe knows he is.