camp BETTER TO BE LAUGHED AT THAN WRONG \ patrols

[TWITCHBOLT]

When he'd first faced this crowd he'd felt nothing but eyes - slimy, writhing looks that encased his whole body, burrowing through every inch of his skeleton, making divots where anxiety could lie. And he'd succumbed to that feeling- felt pupils needling through every pore, knitting between every strand of scraggly fur. Not this time; even though surprise still settled within some of them, even though he was sure they were expecting him to give up, lie down, take some teeth to the neck again - he would not.

"SkyClan, gather for patrols!" With determined glare in amber-struck eyes, Twitchbolt looked over the gathered crowd. Striding through the nooks of his memory, he found it was easy to slip back into this skin. Where Daisyflight's former place had felt like standing on nettles before, that buzz was now more like a breqing storm, the rumbling from within a great grey cloud. "Slatesnarl..." The new name was strange, but he found it suited the burly tom. And he imagined Slatesnarl himself had no problem with it, seeing as his mate had picked it... (lucky, wasn't he?) "Please take Johnnyflame and Spicepurr along with you to the Twolegplace border."

"Doeblaze, you'll- you'll go to RiverClan, please." He remembered how she'd said in jest she wouldn't have liked to go to ThunderClan... or, they wouldn't have liked to see her. It'd sparked a little nervousness in him, that brewing tension with the oak-forest was beginning to seep over their borders... "T-take Chrysaliswing, Drowsynose and Oakrumble with you."

"For the dusk patrols..." Wide eyes found another friend, another request put into his schedule that he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon. "Edenberry, you'll be going t-to ThunderClan with Crowsight and Sorrelsong. And, um, Owlheart- you'll go to the loner lands border with Sillybreeze and Bloomfur." He held Owlheart's gaz for a few long moments, murmuring, "Be careful." Nothing good ever seemed to happen around there, and... with all the incidents they'd been having lately...

"Figfeather and Falcongaze- please lead the hunting patrols today." He found them both, but his gaze lingered a little longer on Figfeather- he hoped she didn't think he was stupid enough not to know what was going through her head. "And Quillstrike..." That name, he softened for a little- there was a tiny smidge more of a smile on his face, but he tried not to give it away too much. "I'd love you to lead some battle training." There was no one he'd trust better strength-wise, really. That was... certainly the only reason, yeah.

\ RIVERCLAN DAWN: @DOEBLAZE (LEAD) (@cloudypaw~ ), @DROWSYNOSE , @CHRYSALISWING , @oakrumble
TWOLEGPLACE DAWN: @SLATESNARL (LEAD) , @Johnnyflame , @spicepurr
[ PROMPT: you find a ripped apart collar at the border. ]
THUNDERCLAN DUSK: @edenberry ?! , @CROWSIGHT (@LIONPAW), @Sorrelsong
LONER LANDS DUSK: @Owlheart (LEAD), @BLOOMFUR , @SILLYBREEZE
[ PROMPT: there's been a lot of rogue scent, lately... and someone on the patrol swears there's movement behind them. ]
HUNTING 1:
[ PROMPT: there's a really odd-looking bird, here.. way too yellow, and seemingly already dead... (a rubber duck) ]
HUNTING 2: @falcongaze
[ PROMPT: it's incredibly windy! a plastic bag hits one of your patrol in the face. ]
TRAINING: @QUILLSTRIKE ​

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[Owlheart]

She had found that as Twitchbolt called for everyone to gather for patrols she had missed his voice in this role. Cherryblossom was great, as was Figfeather but he was Orangestar's first deputy. Hopefully her last, he had been gone from this position long enough for there to be a tinge of nostalgia there. She is resistant to the idea of parting from the nursery in favour of her duties but if other parents have to do it then so does she. There's a flick of her tail as she stands next to Crowsight, a sheepish smile as she presses her nose to his cheek then pays her full attention to Twitchbolt. It's still strange to hear Slatesnarl's new name, sounding foreign on anyones tongue currently. There's curiosity if that will change in time, melting into normalcy like any other name, the dawn patrols go with no issue.

The dusk patrols catch her attention, Edenberry is to lead the dusk ThunderClan patrol. She recalls the last time Edenberry lead a ThunderClan patrol, turning to terse words exchanged by estranged family. Not at the fault of the daylighter by any means, she just hopes that it will be a lot smoother this time. Subconciously she glances to the black smoke by her side, she has faith that he wouldn't go out of his way to stir up trouble. She was still uncomfortable with him being anywhere near that clan, a silent concern but evident in the way she looks to his injured eye. She's not going to question Twitchbolt's decisions though, once again focusing on the deputy. Her name is called afterwards, leading a patrol... To the londer lands at that.

His held gaze with her does little to soothe her concerns, the be careful serves to only spike her anxiety further. Jaw clenches to the point where it aches but she gives a careful nod, needing to have faith that things would be fine. Bloomfur and Sillybreeze have a good head on their shoulders each, despite what a name like Silly implies. The tabby waits until the last of the patrols have been assigned before she seeks out her patrol mates "we'll leave tonight" she debates leaving it for another night but the sooner they're able to do this the better she supposes.
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[edenberry ?!]

The crying call of their deputy needs no introduction... they take heed of Twitchbolt immediately, ears sat forward with a hapless smile drawn upon their features. They'd missed him... The quiver of his tone, the subtle shiver of his stance, the way his eyes dart around the masses to look for familiar faces. And he finds them... their smile brightens a little more, a reassurance that they were here for him. They were listening!

But he isn't looking for support, having shed the fears of his first roundabout as deputy... Instead, they're summoned up as a patrol lead, a mimicry of their very first to the ThunderClan border... Fern-greens widen with surprise, relishing in the chance to hold some level of responsibility between their paws once more. This time they'd try to make sure no one came back with their tails in a knot...

That is, if Figfeather's stunt to steal territory hadn't already wound up their neighbor so severely that it could no longer be avoided...

Their attention slides towards Owlheart as Twitchbolt marks them as another lead, thinking to cast her a reassurance glance only to be reminded of her good luck. The hulking shadow of one love... While the other rested soundly with their new family cuddled up close.

Their tail flicks, casting their gaze away as quickly as they'd thought to spare it as jealousy broils hot in their stomach. "You can count on me," they chirp towards the sepia tom, already itching for the sun to set so they can leave.

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 17 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

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[DOEBLAZE]

Dawn is chilly, and even Doeblaze cracks a yawn at the sorely missed presence of her warm nest. She takes a seat in the crowd gathered under Twitchbolt's jittering gaze, scraping a calloused paw over her sleep-rumpled fur in an attempt to tame unruly tufts of lilac.

I've really let my pelt go, huh ... she muses absently as the deputy contemplates the crowd of bobbling heads. She just never seems to have the time these days to keep it glossy and groomed, busy as she is with guiding Cloudypaw through his final moons of training on top of everything else. Doeblaze rakes a paw over her thick cheek fur one last time and then focuses her rapidly clearing green gaze on Twitchbolt.

Patrols are meted out in quick order—Slatesnarl to Twolegplace (a position she doesn't envy, not at all), herself to RiverClan's border, Edenberry to ThunderClan and Owlheart to the unclaimed border. With the concealed crook of a grin, she almost gratefully recalls her jest about avoiding ThunderClan. Perhaps her disguised complaint had been heard, or maybe he just gave them out randomly ... either way, she's glad not to be playing the game of "which not--my-family member will I awkwardly encounter today". He hands off hunting to Figfeather and Falcongaze, and battle training becomes Quillstrike's task.

" Gotcha, " she mrrows, swiveling to locate her trio. Doeblaze turns to face her assigned patrolmates with a certain pep. It's not every day she gets to lead a patrol, after all! Perhaps she's overinterpreting it, but it feels like a nice tacit sign of trust from the patchwork deputy after so many recent dings to her confidence. Drowsynose is a pleasant addition, as is Oakrumble ... Chrysaliswing she's not so sure about, if only from rumors around camp, but there's no way he can offend RiverClan too badly (right?). By all accounts, the chimera's overdue for a smack around the ears, anyways ...

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[QUILLSTRIKE]

IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO​

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The towering, dark-furred chimera settled next to Edenberry quietly, offering a brief nod of greeting to the younger, pinstriped shecat as their clanmates gathered up around them to fill in the spaces. Then, like always, his attention was purely for Twitchbolt. He looked good standing at the head of the group, calling out names and assignments with an ease that made the warrior want to purr. Twitchbolt was so fucking amazing, and it was good to see him back where he belonged.

No offence to Cherryblossom or Figfeather.

At the call of his name their eyes finally met in the crowd, and Quill felt the same effect take hold of him; a subconscious relaxing, a gentleness that was exclusively *for them*.

”Yeah, I’ve got it.” he assured them, debating on the merits of adding a ‘babe’ just to fuck with the ‘professional setting’ they were in, but ultimately deciding against it. Training was something he hadn’t been called to lead in a good while, but it was definitely one of his stronger suits. He’d have to do some brainstorming to decide what he wanted to focus on…

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"Speech"/Thoughts
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skyclan - male - 30 months (Feb 17th) - mated to Twitchbolt - a very tall, muscular chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.

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[CHRYSALISWING]

One ear twitched idly as Chrysaliswing heard his name called by the new (not entirely) deputy, as sluggard eyes floated upwards to vaguely connect to Twitchbolt, as if poking along the frayed ends and margins of Twitchbolt's figure. Twitchbolt would not have been his first choice for deputy, or second, or any of them. The bark-hued tomcat was much more competent than half of his misbegotten kinship, though, and tired heart beat naught for the insignificant and fleet thought. The longhaired warrior had little energy to contemplate of his own clan's affairs, as if all of his anger slowly dissipated through the streaks of his pelage, steam slowly slithering out through his fuses. He hadn't the strength to recollect it, either, like a mad dog whose teeth had been plucked out. Riverclan... Without a word, the chimaeric tomcat shuffled over to the gathering patrols, like some sort of phantom of a once-glorious wastrel. Feathery tail flicked behind him as a smoldering gaze seemed to burn too intently into Doeblaze, waiting for her signal.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 29 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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