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AMBERHAZE
HE/HIM SHADOWCLAN LEAD WARRIOR

He had been lucky in the battle, he had told himself then, his wounds shallow and superficial, ones that were not worth the extra effort of whatever amateurish skills Marbleleaf possessed. To be able to escape the ravages of battle relatively unscathed was a blessing. But now, he found himself almost wishing that he had been worse off, stuck in the medicine cat's den like nearly everyone else who had fought alongside him...if only for the sake of avoiding what he had to do now. It was Sharpshadow's job to address the clan like this, dishing out jobs that were more or less useless- unless you could count bickering from across the border important- but he was not fit to do much of anything now, having returned bearing the burden of some of the worst injuries seen amidst those who had returned the day before. Glancing around at those who were still physically capable enough to carry themselves, he felt a lump quickly expanding in his throat as he realized just how much their numbers had dwindled. These were hard times for Shadowclan, make no mistake...but then again, when had it ever been much better?

Slinking into the center of the camp with all the grace of a cornered fox, the lead warrior would clear his throat and attempt to right his posture so that he seemed at least a little bit more confident than he felt. He couldn't let Ternstar down...couldn't let Sharpshadow down. "Um- Everyone still c-capable enough f-for tasks please j-join me here for- uh- f-for patrol assignments!" Despite his fumbling, the tone in which his voice carried was, admittedly, loud enough to be commanding. He could play the part to an extent, but whether or not his clanmates would actually respect him enough to listen...well, only time would tell.

The amount of eyes now bearing into him caused his flesh to grow hot, and he willed his fur to remain flattened against his neck. With a harsh swallow, he would attempt a smile- but as always, it was nothing softer than an uncomfortable grimace. "Uh...G-Good morning, everyone. I-I know this is probably t-the last thing you wanna have to w-worry about after- after yesterday, but...i-it has to be done. Just do your best, a-and keep the pleasantries w-with our neighbors to um- t-to a minimum, okay?" They didn't need everyone else who bordered them to figure out about their misfortune through admission...he was certain they'd be able to tell with only a glance anyways, starved frames all the more tattered after their heavy loss.

"First things first...Our h-herb stocks are n-now almost non-existent, to...n-nobodies surprise...With that being s-said I'd like a patrol t-to accompany Marbleleaf in her search f-for anything that could b-be of use. Anything you can find." He took a quick glance amongst those surrounding him, his ochre eyes like a hawk sizing up prey. "Ribbitleap, Swansong, Halfsun and Lavenderpaw...Y-You'll all ensure she returns here s-safely." With each name listed, he would extend a nod towards those chosen, and a wave of his tail would point for their departure.

"T-Ternstar will lead a patrol t-to Windclan's border. Lividsmoke, Screechstorm, Snowlark, Frostpaw, Houndcry and Cornflowerpaw w-will go with her." He wondered if he would be punished for this, the way he had basically ordered his own leader to take up a patrol...he knew it was just protocol, nothing more than a necessary routine that had been present since- well, since forever- but it still felt wrong. She was his superior, in more ways than one at times...he could only hold onto the feeble hope that perhaps she would take pride in his initiative. But besides this, his decision to send Screechstorm and Snowlark off to Windclan was not a coincidence...he had not been impressed with the behavior they had shown to their more stuck-up neighbors in the past, and he knew the recent war waged between their adversaries and his sister had opened a wound within him still gaping and seeping to the bone with a vengeful will.

Amberhaze purposefully saved what he deemed to be the worst assignment for last, his stress apparent in the way his paws shuffled beneath him alongside a furrowed brow. "As for Thunderclan... Uh-" The twitch of an eyelid, a clack of his teeth. "S-Stonestrike, Morelbeam, Shriketalon and Buzzardpaw w-will be w-with me." He purposefully picked those that he deemed to be the most level-headed from his options- they couldn't afford to further the already irreparable tensions between themselves and their warmongers. He would do well to hold his tongue himself- there would be no verbal exchange between him or their neighbors today- or anytime soon, for that matter.

"That's all. B-Be careful today, and d-don't do anything... that you m-might regret." His lungs would squeeze as the crowd dispersed, a heaving torrent of trapped air he hadn't even realized he had been holding inside of him escaping him with an audible wheeze. A quick shake of his pelt would clear the buzz of his nerves, and he would waste no time gathering his patrol and setting out into the unpredictable wilds.

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February patrols brought to you by your (least) favorite Shadowclan rat! ☣ = Lead
Herb gathering: [☣] @MARBLELEAF@Halfsun (with @LAVENDERPAW) — @RIBBITLEAP@Swansong
Windclan: [☣] @Ternstar.@LIVIDSMOKE@SCREECHSTORM@Snowlark. (with @FROZENPAW) — [NPC] Houndcry (with @CORNFLOWERPAW)
Thunderclan: [☣] @Amberhaze (with @lostkit) — @STONESTRIKE@shriketalon (with @BUZZARDPAW.) — @MORELBEAM
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Amberhaze is a black oriental shorthair crossed with a cornish rex. He has a sickly looking build with a rat-like tail and unnaturally wide ocher eyes.

npc x npc / sibling to wormwatcher / other kin unknown
mentored by wormwatcher / mentoring lostpaw
20 moons old as of 02/21/2025
penned by sloane

 
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Her pelt prickles at the grating sound of Amberhaze's summons for patrols, irritation bubbling beneath her skin. It should be Sharpshadow calling them together, not him. Halfsun flicks her tail in annoyance, stalking forward with an unhurried gait. Her mismatched eyes sweep over the assembled warriors—a pitiful collection of their most able-bodied, thinned by recent losses and weary from the weight of grief and war. A sigh escapes her lips, but she masks her frustration by busily picking at the bits of moss clinging to her claws while Amberhaze drones on.

Her patience wears thinner with each passing second, and by the time her own name is mentioned, the disappointment is impossible to hide. Her ears pin back, her tail-tip twitches sharply, and she scoffs, unimpressed. Seems like a lot of cats for babysitting duty. The thought is bitter, her gaze flicking briefly to Amberhaze before settling on her apprentice.

"Go get yourself ready to go. We leave whenever Marbleleaf says it is time." The words leave her with practiced ease, the order crisp but not unkind. She doesn't wait for a response before shifting her attention to her patrol-mates.

At least her sister would be joining them. A small consolation, but a welcome one. If nothing else, she could count on some decent company, someone she trusted to have her back. Her shoulders relax a fraction, but the tension never truly leaves her. Herb duty wasn't what she had in mind for today, but orders were orders. Still, she couldn't shake the nagging frustration curling in her gut, nor the growing impatience that made her claws itch for something—anything— more meaningful than standing around and waiting.
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    HALFSUN SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEJAW, ASHENFALL, SWANSONG, GARLICHEART, AND LAURELGRIN ; MENTORING LAVENDERPAW
    A tall and well-toned she cat with a long half-and half pelt, one side being a dark blue tabby and the other a bright cream, split by a pool of white at her center and travelling up her face like flames she is fire and ice simultaneously swirling into one. Her eyes are a mismatched shade of blue, with one being bright like the daytime sky and the other dark like the depths of the river.
    Difficult in battle + a skilled fighter
 
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Ternstar 26 Moons Female She/Her Leader of Shadowclan
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—— Ternstar listens to Amberhazes shaking voice as he calls attention to himself, watching with approving blue eyes. Sharpshadows confinement to the medicine den is more of a releif then it has any right to be, and she is grateful for the repreive. She has no patience for another confrontation with her.

Instead, she hums in agreement at her leads words - pleased, not only to have her children at her side this patrol, but to be going to windclan. While her kits are not weak, she is unwilling to let the two apprentices face Thunderclan so soon after Shadowclan had tasted defeat. And if she is a bit more fond of the moorland stretch of thunderpath, well thats her own business isn't it?

" Tidy yourself up – we will leave at once, when we have all gathered. " she directs @RAINBOWPAW , giving a glance to her duaghter and her own mentor but not saying anything. Cornflowerpaws outburst has left her disqueited - only made more so by the fact her children have now left the nest, staying in the apprentices den instead. For all her love of solitude, the change feels strange.

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'


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At the call of patrols, Rainbowpaw can''t help but feel the way his paws seem to itch with anticipation knowing that he would be able to get out of camp at last and see what's beyond his new sleeping quarters and denmates. He approaches so he could hear what patrol he'd be on knowing that it would be inevitable to not get assigned one seeing as his mother is leader of Shadowclan and an important figure, of course, the both of them would head out to check the borders. Windclan. A small part of him is disappointed that they aren't going to check the border near Thunderclan but he presumes that it would be better safe than sorry considering that the oak-dwelling clan is full of weaklings and cowardly killers, he has to refrain a snort at Amberhaze stumbling over his own words.

His mother catches his attention telling him to tidy up and says that they would leave all at once when everyone had gathered, Rainbowpaw gives a curt nod of understanding only to see the way that Ternstar's gaze seems to shift in the direction of Cornflowerpaw and her own mentor. His eyebrows knit together as a frown seems to tug at the sides of his maw and a selfish thought forms in his mind wishing that his mother wouldn't worry so much about his littermate, after all, he's her apprentice not Cornflowerpaw. He chooses not to say anything as his tongue swipes across a few of the unruly curls on his body so that he would, at least, look presentable during this patrol and not make a further mockery of Ternstar.

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RAINBOWPAWBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
ㅤcis male (he / him)ㅤ/ㅤasexual biromantic, taken by n/a
ㅤ6 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 8th of the month
ㅤapprentice of shadowclan for 0 moons
ternstar x snakehissㅤ/ㅤbrother to cornflowerpaw & ivorykit
ㅤmentoring n/aㅤ/ㅤmentored by ternstar
ㅤpenned by BossTaurusㅤ/ㅤmessage bosstaurus on discord for plots!
"speech", thoughts, & attacking ; uses his large size to try and overpower his enemies, he currently doesn't have a set fighting style
a large, longhaired black maine coon moggy w/low white and a pair of brown eyes
 

Patrol assignments are marked with Amberhaze's voice this time. The tom's frantic call is one that Screechstorm silently hopes isn't a permanent feature as he gathers to hear his placement. Sharpshadow should be better soon enough, the tom figures — it'll be a surprise if Amberhaze manages to get through his round of assignments, let alone a second one.

Having already helped Marbleleaf prepare swaths of cobweb for a failing battle's return, the warrior is glad his name isn't stuttered out among the long list tasked with helping the medicine cat. Still, he finds himself displeased with his own task as his name is listed under Ternstar's guidance. Mismatched eyes blink at the lead warrior — there's no way this can be a coincidence, can it? Another patrol with the leader's watch cast upon him?

" Sure, " he mutters, tail flicking at Amberhaze's word. At least he'll get to stretch his legs.

[ SCREECHSTORM ]


Named after his birth-given warning cry, Screechstorm appears in shadowed tones — save for splotches of orange that litter his left side. His mismatched green gaze almost always carries a mischievous glint, a crooked grin in tandem. Scars wrack his sides, a harsh reminder of his near-reckless nature.
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He / Him ⋅ Single
Warrior of ShadowClan
Forestshade x ???
Brother to Briarthorn, Sweetpaw †
Mentoring no one ⋅ Mentored by Chilledstar
Penned by Abri ⋅ Message _abri_ on discord for plots!