Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 52 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes] Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1
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[Lightningstorm - @Alchemist Kitsune ] [Thrushfreckle - @ghost. ] [Snowpaw - @Windy ]
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Hearing his name called with a jaunty tone from Lightning was something Hawkfur wasn't used to. In fact, he had the distinct feeling that he was in trouble when the calico's eyes gleamed teasingly as she beheld him. Her speech completely boggled him, but stars he would be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to see her actually happy for once. Maybe... maybe this was a blessing in disguise. The clan could start over, show that they really, really did care for Lightningstorm. Tucking the thought away, Hawkfur gave her a little grin in response to her request. "The stars? Wow, do I feel special!" He chuckled as she admitted it might have just been her own voice.
Take Thrushfreckle and Snowpaw? Yeah, he could do that! He listened carefully as she described the herbs, too. "You can count on us." He promised, though his eyes shadowed a little as he said it. His promise went beyond the patrol, beyond herbs. But how was he supposed to win back the trust of a cat who didn't even remember him?
Stars, he was thinking of it again! Giving Lightningstorm a nod, Hawkfur padded a few tail-lengths away to call and wait for his patrolmates. "Thrushfreckle! Snowpaw! With me!"
Whisperinghive
Beefed Up T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch
Whisperinghive padded into the area with Flowerpaw's rabbit, his mice, and the vole. He set them all down and called out. "Crowtooth! We're back. And I need to talk to you privately." He said, the cold panic still frozen in his chest.
Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 52 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes] Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1
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[Lightningstorm - @Alchemist Kitsune ] [Thrushfreckle - @ghost. ] [Snowpaw - @Windy ]
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Hearing his name called with a jaunty tone from Lightning was something Hawkfur wasn't used to. In fact, he had the distinct feeling that he was in trouble when the calico's eyes gleamed teasingly as she beheld him. Her speech completely boggled him, but stars he would be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to see her actually happy for once. Maybe... maybe this was a blessing in disguise. The clan could start over, show that they really, really did care for Lightningstorm. Tucking the thought away, Hawkfur gave her a little grin in response to her request. "The stars? Wow, do I feel special!" He chuckled as she admitted it might have just been her own voice.
Take Thrushfreckle and Snowpaw? Yeah, he could do that! He listened carefully as she described the herbs, too. "You can count on us." He promised, though his eyes shadowed a little as he said it. His promise went beyond the patrol, beyond herbs. But how was he supposed to win back the trust of a cat who didn't even remember him?
Stars, he was thinking of it again! Giving Lightningstorm a nod, Hawkfur padded a few tail-lengths away to call and wait for his patrolmates. "Thrushfreckle! Snowpaw! With me!"
Snowbush Find my eyes with yours + she/her + 45 moons
Well, she had waited long enough for Flower'paw' to show up but not once did she see a hint of their presence. She didn't want to sit here waiting forever for a cat who might not even bother showing up, it was a waste of her time. "I guess, flowerpaw has better stuff to do, let's get going Lightingpaw" she flicked her bushy tail as a signal for the apprentice. With nothing to say she began the trek to twilightfalls, making sure to not go to fast and end up leaving the other behind. "If they choose to suddenly have time then they should know how to follow a scent trail."
Poppysong blinks awake at their name and stretch out their back. “White flowers, you say? Should be easy enough. If we see any sign RiverClan I’ll be sure to let ya’ know for future patrols.”
Poppysong scans the clearing, noticing Deadmoon being ready to go. “Deadmoon, wanna go down by the RiverClan border with me? We need daisy and camomile, both just white flowers, pretty hard to miss.”
While waiting for Deadmoon to respond, Poppysong spots their old apprentice. “Spottedpaw, wanna come?” They call, standing near the entrance, ready to go.
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Another herb patrol? That was A-OK with Deadmoon, because that meant she didn't have to risk looking like a pathetic Shadowclanner trying to chase rabbits. Always a win! She could catch plants at least! Although going over into Riverclan territory sounded a bit more thrilling than the typical herb patrol (and Deadmoon wasn't necessarily seeking thrills), it should still be pretty chill. Calm and normal. At least the herbs in question were relatively similar looking, so it would be a bit more difficult for her to grab the wrong plant by mistake. In this case, two wrongs might actually make a right. Now it simply remained to be seen where Spottedpaw (she had a vague recollection of the apprentice, who had been nice enough) and Poppysong were. Once they showed up, she was ready to roll, and in hopes of encouraging them to move quickly Deadmoon made her way over to the camp entrance. Plus, she could always use a bit of a head start. @MangofDoom @Fish
Spottedpaw
Peaceful ⋆ Dejected ⋆ Melancholic ⋆ Neutral Good
“Life is fickle and self serving."
Spottedpaw tilted her head as she waited for someone to speak up. Well suppose she could be the one to do it. "Are we waiting for ghosts to bite our ankles? Let's get going." Spottedpaw said mildly annoyed before she got up and started to walk towards the border. Typically she would be nicer about things but at this point and time, she was not feeling like typical Spottedpaw.
Batglare
The grouchy senior returned to camp fur sticky with honey and webs and marched up to Crowtooth. He dropped the cobwebs and honeycomb at the scarred tom's paws, cleaning the sticky stuff from his pelt and soothing the stings along his ears.
"We're done, no trouble besides angry bees and a few complaints from Silverfur. I'd be careful about sending cats to Sunset Grove until the bees settle down." He advised, barely glancing at the other fury while he groomed himself. His ears would be sore for a bit but the pain would go away quickly enough.
@SilverFur. [Silverfur] @Rani [Crowtooth]
[+2 cobwebs + 1 honeycomb]
Silverfur would return to the camp, her fur not as sticky as the other warriors but not pristine like it usually was. Her fur was styled in the 'Dragged through a hedge' look. She would lash her tail angrily "A few complaints?" She would hiss dropping her leafy parcel at Crowtooth's paws. Oh if they thought that was her complaining, they were going to find out how wrong they were.
She would tenderly sit and start to groom herself removing any bees from her pelt. "I complained Once! I wish I got stung Once! It’s truly impressive how many stings I've aquired" she would snap spitting any dead bees she found towards the pair. She would glance over her pelt, it was more presentable and bee free at least. She would then start to lick at her front left paw, she had calmed down by now and the stings were just a mild annoyance after she had licked the stings several times.
Shaking her pelt she would stand back up and glance at Crowtooth. "Right, since you've got the honeycomb, I can get to my nest. You did say I don't have to do anything after getting the honeycomb, and I got the honeycomb" she would twitch her whiskers. "That's my punishment over, thank starclan for that"
[+2 honeycomb] [+1 honey]
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Crowbreeze padded into the WindClan camp, his tail high and marigold stuffed into his mouth. “‘Ey! Crofoof! We’re snack!” he shouted to the WindClan tom, Crow’s mouth filled with juicy leaves. He spat them out onto the ground with a huff and tried again. “‘Ey! Crowtooth! We’re back!” Crowbreeze grimaced and nodded to the cat. “‘Kay. So. No trouble at the border; it was really quiet. Like, really quiet. No prey sounds, tracks, and all scents were stale. Instead of prey, though, there was a lot of marigold. We collected a bunch. Otherwise, easy patrol, we redid the markers. All done.” he smiled, picked up his marigold and padded to the fresh-kill pile.
I should bring the kits something… wait. They can’t eat any solid food yet, right? Because they were born…four days ago or something? So I should bring Cranewhisper something. Yes. he thought, picking out a rabbit and padding off towards the nursery.
Re: WindClan Patrols
