- Jan 15, 2023
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༄༄ The duties of a deputy cannot be disregarded, even when Scorchstreak feels like death is a whisker’s length away. For once, the calico would welcome it; the promise of seeing her mate again is tempting. But she has a clan to care for, a clan to help lead. A clan to protect. She cannot lie down and wait for her body to rot. And so with a mighty heave, the calico drags herself to her paws, carrying herself with what dignity she can to stand before the clan. Warriors are just beginning to wake and go about their daily duties, and her call is made as loudly as possible to grab their attention. "WindClan… gather for today’s patrol assignments." Her voice is dulled, dry and cracking like the charred grass that swathes their moorland. Fiery eyes fall to the ground, seemingly blank for a moment. Then she jerks, shoulders drawing up as she regards her clan once again.
"Patrols. First, to the horseplace. Dimmingsun, take Featherspine, Whitedawn, and Rowanpaw. To ShadowClan… Marmotbite, take Sparkspirit and Rivewhisper." She will not look any of them in the eye, will not afford them more energy than she can scrape up from the hollow pit of her chest. "Sunstar." Her voice catches on the leader’s name, and her expression grows guarded as she looks up at the tom. "If you will… take Gravelsnap, Kitepaw, and Slateheart to the ThunderClan border." She would normally take the helm of a patrol, but so too would Bluepool. And her mate is not here to lead a patrol, so Scorchstreak cannot imagine leading one herself. She would make for a poor example of WindClan’s strength at any border, anyway. Sunstar, however, is an intimidating figure even when he is left to stumble upon three legs. "Cottonpaw, Pinkpaw and I are at your disposal. So will Puppypaw and… Redheart."
With that, she has finished with her assignments. She still stands wavering before all of WindClan, however—there is one more order of business to be done. There is one more… one more burden to be placed upon her shoulders. "Sootspot. Bluefrost. Marmotbite. Come to me after your patrols are finished. I have a task for you all." Her glare falls coldly upon the smoky blue she-cat; her foolishness brings anger bubbling to the surface even past Scorchstreak’s grief. She had thought Bluefrost would know better. She is a tunneler. They could have gone entirely unnoticed and not sparked any sort of fight—but instead, their clan now faces ire from two neighbors. Her lip wants to curl, she wants to bare her teeth at the young tunneler, but she simply does not have the energy.
"Patrols. First, to the horseplace. Dimmingsun, take Featherspine, Whitedawn, and Rowanpaw. To ShadowClan… Marmotbite, take Sparkspirit and Rivewhisper." She will not look any of them in the eye, will not afford them more energy than she can scrape up from the hollow pit of her chest. "Sunstar." Her voice catches on the leader’s name, and her expression grows guarded as she looks up at the tom. "If you will… take Gravelsnap, Kitepaw, and Slateheart to the ThunderClan border." She would normally take the helm of a patrol, but so too would Bluepool. And her mate is not here to lead a patrol, so Scorchstreak cannot imagine leading one herself. She would make for a poor example of WindClan’s strength at any border, anyway. Sunstar, however, is an intimidating figure even when he is left to stumble upon three legs. "Cottonpaw, Pinkpaw and I are at your disposal. So will Puppypaw and… Redheart."
With that, she has finished with her assignments. She still stands wavering before all of WindClan, however—there is one more order of business to be done. There is one more… one more burden to be placed upon her shoulders. "Sootspot. Bluefrost. Marmotbite. Come to me after your patrols are finished. I have a task for you all." Her glare falls coldly upon the smoky blue she-cat; her foolishness brings anger bubbling to the surface even past Scorchstreak’s grief. She had thought Bluefrost would know better. She is a tunneler. They could have gone entirely unnoticed and not sparked any sort of fight—but instead, their clan now faces ire from two neighbors. Her lip wants to curl, she wants to bare her teeth at the young tunneler, but she simply does not have the energy.
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ooc: Feel free to call her out for not assigning a RiverClan patrol!
HORSEPLACE: @DIMMINGSUN (@CELANDINEPAW) @whitedawn @FEATHERSPINE (@ROWANKIT.)
SHADOWCLAN: @Marmotbite. (@ferretpaw) @rivewhisper @sparkspirit (@Lakepaw.) @puppypaw
THUNDERCLAN: @SUNSTAR @kitepaw. @slateheart (@Beekit) Gravelsnap (@sheeppaw)
HERB PATROL: @cottonpaw Scorchstreak @PINKPAW @REDHEART
SPECIAL PATROL: @SOOTSPOT @Marmotbite. (@ferretpaw) @BLUEFROST (@Brackenpaw) -
༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
༄ mate tobluepool; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
༄ mentor to pinkpaw
༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
༄ penned by foxlore
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