pafp ANOTHER SOUL TO HOLD ✧ Patrol Request

[WEASELCLAW]

The flighty look in Cottonpaw’s blue eyes still troubles him. He’s not entirely convinced his daughter understands the gravity of befriending a cat in another Clan—and perhaps that is his failure as her father. An ally is one thing, though Weaselclaw no longer trusts such a thing either, but that bug-eyed apprentice had brought gifts. Ice-pale eyes narrow at the memory and bile burns the lining of his throat.

He will put a stop to this.

The battle-scarred tabby’s jaw is held tight as he seeks the deputy’s shadow-and-snow pelt. “Badgermoon.” He dips his head to the other warrior, his tail flicking agitatedly behind him. “I have a request. I realize it’s a bit unorthodox, but…”

He meets Badgermoon’s amber gaze, his own blue eyes flashing. “I am requesting to lead a patrol to ShadowClan’s border. And I’d like to take Cottonpaw with me.” His nose twitches and he mutters, “Their little medicine cat apprentice asked after her, and the two of us want to make sure he knows where WindClan’s loyalties lie.”

// please wait for @Badgermoon

✧ INFO.

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  — weasel . weaselclaw
  — he/him ; lead warrior of windclan
  — heterosexual ; taken by Sootstar
  — short-haired chocolate tabby with white and blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Oliver

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[Badgermoon]

Badgermoon was lucky: his own children were not quite apprentices yet - though they were close - and their kittenhoods had been relatively quiet. Weaselclaw had apparently not been quite so fortunate, as his offspring had gotten themselves into a number of tricky situations. In the deputy's mind, that they had survived and (hopefully) grown from these experiences indicated that Weaselclaw and Sootstar were good parents - something he already believed, considering how Sootspot and Cloudedsky had turned out. Granted, their choices and reactions were not always ones he would have made, but he felt there was no singular correct path. Aren't we all just trying our best, day to day?

When the familiar striped frame of Weaselclaw came into view with a request about his daughter, Badgermoon straightened up, meeting the lead warrior's blue gaze with some concern. It was not like him to be so agitated, thought Badgermoon - unless, of course, something was sorely amiss. And indeed, so it seemed to be - ShadowClan's medicine cat apprentice had asked about Cottonpaw? "He asked about her specifically?" he inquired in a puzzled tone. Why would ShadowClan's medicine cat apprentice be so interested in Cottonpaw?

"How strange...well, yes, that seems like a wise idea to me, Weaselclaw. Best to sort that out straightaway, before anything...happens. Your request is granted." he swished his inky tail a few times, pondering the strangeness of the moment, before inquiring, "Who else would you like take with you?"​

 

[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw dips his head gratefully to the WindClan deputy. “Thank you. And yes…” The tabby’s eyes cloud with bitterness. “He recognized me as her father, and asked me to give her a gift from him to her.” He flicks his tail, impatience beginning to build within him like stormclouds. There is no time to waste.

“I’ll let Scorchstreak know,” he murmurs. “She’s her mentor, though I won’t drag her away with the tunneler project going on if she’s busy.” He gazes around at the Clanmates returning from patrols or hunting excursions already. A familiar lanky shape, flesh pink beneath phantom-pale fur. “Ghostwail,” he decides, thinking of the intimidating sear of her crimson eyes.

After another moment, Weaselclaw surveys those gathered. A burly one-eyed warrior catches his eye—and he nods. “Houndthistle, and…” The tabby frowns. “Sparkspirit.” Houndthistle had fought ShadowClan recently and would not hesitate to spring into action if their patrol met trouble, and Sparkspirit would have Weaselclaw’s back.

He meets Badgermoon’s eyes briefly. “There won’t be trouble, but an understanding will be reached… mark my words.” His tail flicks behind him, and he turns to call those dwelling within camp to his side, as well as his daughter—who must be anxiously awaiting judgment from her father.

// I’ll make the thread soon but just for questioning/interacts
@SCORCHSTREAK @GHOSTWAIL @HOUNDTHISTLE @sparkspirit @sunflowerpaw @cottonpaw @HOLLYPAW.

✧ INFO.

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• 
  — weasel . weaselclaw
  — he/him ; lead warrior of windclan
  — heterosexual ; taken by Sootstar
  — short-haired chocolate tabby with white and blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Oliver

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[SCORCHSTAR]

The she-cat has only just returned from a hunting patrol, hare clutched in her teeth. This weather must be miserable for the moor runners who remain aboveground all day, she thinks—she cannot imagine standing beneath the sun’s rays all day long. She deposits her catch onto the prey pile, intent on going about her daily business, but Weaselclaw’s voice draws her attention. Cottonpaw’s name is also called, and the calico’s golden eyes track the smoky apprentice’s steps toward her father.

The idea of being given a task by her fellow lead warrior is not one that she is strictly against; she respects and trusts Weaselclaw, especially after the fight against RiverClan so many months ago. "What do you need from me," she asks dutifully, tail flicking as she strides closer to the other lead warrior. And from my apprentice, she thinks, wondering what cause the tom has for taking his daughter so close to another clan’s border after the last catastrophe that she’d been involved in.​

[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[Badgermoon]

Distaste was clear on the bicolor tom's face as Weaselclaw provided more detail about the event which prompted his request. Badgermoon flicked his tail a few times, deciding he didn't care for Magpiepaw's overreach and finding he was glad that the tabby lead warrior would be handling it. The assurance that there wouldn't be trouble was a welcome one, though, saving Badgermoon the trouble of having to ask that the patrol be kept peaceful - though he had full confidence in his Clan's warriors, he felt no particular desire to drum up problems where none existed.

The deputy hummed in acknowledgement as Weaselclaw made his selections - he considered Houndthistle a friend, and in his experience, Sparkspirit was a reliable young cat. Ghostwail creeped him out somewhat, if he was being honest, but only because her pink stare felt as if it were permanently infected and thus potentially contagious. Surely the ShadowClanners would find her unnerving, too. "Very good, then." meowed Badgermoon, inclining his head in a cautious greeting to Scorchstreak as the lead tunneler arrived. "Good luck. Let me know how it goes." he nodded to Weaselclaw and turned away, preparing to trot off.​

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw is, of course, fully aware of her father's intentions and ventures with regards to Magpiepaw and her. However she did not anticipate that he would request a patrol so openly. Her ears feel warm, a drop of embarrassment instantly flooding her system. Should all of WindClan know of this mess? It's her mess, surely, but she didn't entirely think she caused it. That tom (which, she realizes later in the discussion, is now a medicine cat,) took it too far!

She lets out a deep breath as she idles nearby, attempting to not look so bothered by the public nature of this request. Her goal, after all, is to reinstate her father's trust and love in her. If she has to stand witness to judgement on behalf of her Clanmates for a few heartbeats, then so be it. If she has to tell Magpiepaw off in front of her family and his... then so be it.

"I'm ready when you are," she states, continuing with her mild excitement (though she can't place how true or false it is.) Her gaze flits over Badgermoon for a moment, apologetic, and then to Scorchstreak as the she-cat approaches. Her tail twitches and she hopes that the tricolored lead warrior won't hold this against her in the future.​

 

[HEAVY SNOW]

In all the time that he has been here, Heavy Snow has not been able to bring himself to care much about the going ons in other clans. All that mattered in his mind was his clan, his family. Why care about what was happening elsewhere when he was so busy with what was going on here? He doesn't entirely understand these strange ways, why Weaselclaw was mad about his daughter catching the attention of a cat from another clan. Hadn't they all come from mostly the same place? He keeps his thoughts to himself but he cannot help but listen to the conversation from where he lays in the sun.

"Safe travels" is the only thing that can be heard from him, called out to the patrol as they are about to leave with his usual warm smile gracing his features.
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