camp 10 million fireflies ★ patrol assignments

[Flamestar]

As she emerged from the Warrior den, she was met with a slap in the face by a strong wind gust. Her formerly tidy fur, now ruffled up and sticking back up. She let out a silent hiss of irritation. At least nobody else is awake yet. One advantage of rising before everyone else, but the wind was still frustrating. She padded over to the center of the clearing, and licked her paw a couple times before attempting to smoothen out her ruffled head fur. As the sun slowly began to trickle into the camp, she ran through the assignments one more time in her head. Like she had assumed, she wasn't as nervous as she had once been after Howlingstar had first promoted her.

Once her clanmates had gathered around, she began to speak. "This morning I would like Burnstorm to lead the patrol along the Riverclan and Skyclan border. Hickoryskip, Mothfur, you are to accompany him. Gentlestorm, if you are low on herbs you may join them as well.

Whitelion. I would like you to bring Falconheart and Freckleflame for the Windclan and Shadowclan border this morning. As usual, be weary of the Windclanners...Even though Sootstar is gone, I still don't trust them." It would take a lot more than a friendly border visit to make up for all the moor dwelling clan had done over the past few moons. Gentlestorm had returned safely from the Medicine Cat meeting, so at least that was a plus.

"For the dusk patrol to the Skyclan and Riverclan border, Roeflame will be leading. Shinebug, Coyotebite, you two will go with her.

For Windclan and Shadowclan's dusk patrol, Wolfwind, I would like to to lead. Honeydapple and Moonwhisper will go with you.

Lightstrike and Shiningsun, you two are in charge of today's hunting patrols. As usual, you may choose who you would like to bring.

And finally, Batwing. You are in charge of today's training session. Choose whichever skill you would like the clan to sharpen today.

For all patrols going out, and those who leave the camp today, I would like you all to use caution. As you may know, yesterday's dawn patrol spotted a massive amount of deer within our forest. Don't take risks, and if you must leave, I would advise not going alone." Sandthorn's death was still a painful reminder of what deer could do. She hoped they would pass through soon, but deer or no deer, the daily patrols still needed to go out.

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★ don't need to save me

• DAWN RIVERCLAN: @BURNSTORM @Hickoryskip @Mothfur @GENTLESTORM
  
  DAWN SHADOWCLAN: @WHITELION @FALCONHEART @FRECKLEFLAME
  
  DUSK SKYCLAN: @ROEFLAME . @Shinebug @COYOTEBITE
  
  DUSK WINDCLAN: wolfwind, Honeydapple, Moonwhisper
  
  HUNTING: Lightstrike & Shiningsun
  
  TRAINING SESSION: Batwing
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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Deputy of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 29 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[BURNSTORM]

Patrols. Up until recently, it had been Flycatcher's voice that they all gathered under. Since his early apprenticeship, the gray tom had stood in that position and given out orders. Now, it was Flamewhisker. Change was not something that he had ever been fond of, and even now he abhorrs the idea of taking orders from the fire touched molly rather than her mate. He had nothing against Flamewhisker personally, just what she represented. That things in the forest were different now. That there would always be some new thing he had to adapt to. Some change is good, like the news that he now carries behind sealed lips. The whole clan would find out soon enough but for now it was life as usual.

Ignoring the annoyance that makes his pelt twitch, he says nothing as he gathers with the rest of the warriors to hear out the patrols. 'you'll get used to it' he promises himself internally as he waits to hear what his assignment would be today, if any. He does not have to wait long before his name is called out. RiverClan and then SkyClan today. His gaze sweeps across the cats that had been called to go with him and he nods his head in assent. "I hope you all have eaten breakfast" he says with a huff, looking particularly at his apprentice as he speaks. "We leave immediately" and with that, he turns and stalks to the entrance to the camp, loathing the fact that Gentlestorm had been assigned to come with him. why again, why my patrol? he groans inwardly.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYPAW & DUSKPAW ; MATE TO ROEFLAME
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[SHININGSUN]

☼ "Understood. I'll get right on that." Shiningsun nodded his head as he received his orders, though he took heed of the warning about the deer. Such a large amount of animals could easily make hunting more challenging, but he felt somewhat confident that he could muster up a good team that could bring home a decent haul.
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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Each sunrise since Roeflame had broken the news to Burnstorm marked another step closer to having to make the fact she was undoubtedly expecting public knowledge, to leaving the shared nest she had grown so comfortable in and prepare a new one, in a new den.
For now however, it is their secret, only spoken of in lovingly hushed tones.
The tabby has her list of who she wants to tell first, in order. Howlingstar was at the top of that list, though having to hand her lead the task of reassigning both of her apprentices made the tabby uneasy.
As Flamewhisker calls for the clans attention, Roeflame is there, only slightly relieved not to have been sent out with Toadhop or her closest friends- she knew she wouldn’t have been able to keep the secret for long with them.
Her mate is as dutiful as ever, and quick to make his leave. She, however, now has her whole day to plan.
”We’ll be meeting at the camps entrance before sun-down. I won’t be going looking for you so don’t be late.” While her words themselves are firm, the tabby still keeps her tone light as she gives Shinebug and Coyotebite their heads-up.
Now, she has her apprentices to find.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-one moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw, Lightpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 WindClan? Falconheart’s ears pin themselves back against his head, a frown growing quickly across his muzzle. He doesn’t like the moorland clan, even if they are supposedly out from under Sootstar’s control. Theyre still WindClan, no matter who their leader is, so why should a change in leadership change how they are as a clan? He’s always feared that WindClan’s warriors would cross the border anyway and attack him and his patrol—but would his mother send such a small patrol if she was worried?

It takes effort for the tabby tom to unclench his jaw, already feeling the ache from holding it too tightly closed. "Okay," he finally responds with a nod, shifting back and forth from paw to paw. Whitelion and Freckleflame are both good warriors so he shouldn’t have anything to worry about, he reasons.​

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[freckleflame]

again, she doesn’t lead. again, she is assigned dawn patrol. it begins to feel like a slight, but freckleflame only lets her tail droop a little, gaze drifting from flamewhisker towards wherever whitelion may be lying around. somewhere with spiderlily, she was sure. instead, she spots falconheart — a scrap of a warrior, but a dutiful one nonetheless. she trods alongside him instead of finding a seat beneath the rocks, weaving where cats begin to wander in preparation for their assignment for the day. he was a quiet, stuttering thing, but meant well ; perhaps too well, in the way shinebug so often did. naivety. she was one to talk, ” hey, ‘least the thunderpath is pretty calm come dawn. if’n it rains tonight, there might even be some frogs brave enough to hop on over.. “ the molly muses aloud as she finds his side, waggling her brows inticingly — partially for falconheart, but mostly for herself. it wasn’t her favorite taste by far, but it was still food. still something to look forward to, other than frost - bitten paws and a sleepless night.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. SEVENTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING COUGARPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
  
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
  

  prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.

  
  

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[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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A soft breath left him as he exited the warrior's den. The gust of wind that had smacked Flamewhisker hadn't left, keeping his head tucked down from the wind as he approached, settling down with a stretch of his limbs. Batwing dipped his head as he was called for his patrol set. Well, 'patrol', more like meeting. A tiny smile found his face as he stretched his paws out. "Training. Got it." Batwing called, his tail twitching.

"speech"​

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[Mothfur]

♪ Like a moth to a flame ♪ ---- Mothfur had already been awake long before Flamewhisker called, but decided to enjoy the silence before the others woke. He stood annoyed next to his clanmates as the daily assignments were given. His assignment being one of the first... A patrol along the Riverclan and Skyclan border he recited, making sure he understood his task at hand. Burnstorm, Hickoryskip, and Gentlestorm... The tom stood in thought, looking around to see if he could find the others who were assigned to the same patrol. Mothfur spots Burnstorm just in time before he makes his way to the camp entrance. He doesn't care to hurry, he prefers to stick to the back of the patrol anyways for peace.
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