FLEA-BITTEN DESPAIR | patrol assignments

[BUCKGAIT.]

MY NAME IS BRUTUS AND MY NAME MEANS HEAVY ✧​

trapped. between rising waters and the looming gorge, sheltered only by the few trees that dare remain. the beech copse had held the riverclanners, but life goes on. and so does border patrols.

her mind flashes back to the short conversation her and smokethroat had. she supposes it may be time to move on, now with the biting end of leafbare. or, she hopes for it to be the end of the season. the barren branches, desperate for new life, had begun to wear on her. no longer an interesting sight. "we still have a presence to maintain. we're stronger than a simple flood." it was shaking in the moment, but nothing more than a time of patience. the waters will fall, if only they are given the time. "me, @Smokethroat, and @Cindershade will take the thunderclan border." thunderclan has been calm, she supposes. as long as she isn't hearing gossip of the clan on the winds, then there must not be anything remarkable happening. which means that the patrol can be small, something quick.

"@CLAYFUR, @willowroot, and @MUDPELT will go to skyclan's border." with the rising affinity between river and sky, she's happy to send the more joyful cats there. she enjoys their deputy, even if her and orangeblossom's conversation had been quick. a quiet understanding between the two. it may do her well to learn of other deputies.

"that leaves @Snakeblink, @Redpath, and @HOUNDSNARL. to take care of windclan. keep your wits to you." it is more spoken to redpath, she's far more volatile than hound or snake, but the deputy believes, hopes, it could be a good balance. the two toms were fairly level-headed, more resilient to taunting remarks. and, if anything were to happen, they were all trusted in their strengths.

"@CICADASTAR will lead a hunting patrol. everyone is encouraged and welcomed." silence befalls her, surveying the cats before turning them loose from her command.


// PATROL LEADERS / THREAD MAKERS
skyclan - clayfur
windclan - snakeblink
hunting patrol - cicadastar



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[Cindershade]

A flick of velvet ears is the signal that Cindershade gives to show that she hears her name being called into a patrol. Vibrant green eyes trace over the cinnamon molly as she saunters over, her tail flicking behind her in a nonchalant manner. A patrol with Buckgait and Smokethroat? The rosetted warrior almost wants to groan out, already knowing just how this was going to go with that duo. Perhaps, though, it'd provide with her some entertainment. After all, there was nothing better than some good bantering between clan mates. But, would it be good natured or would it turn into a squabble that she'd have to end up refereeing? A mischievous smile pulls at her lips as she sat by the cinnamon deputy, imagining them tossing verbal jabs at one another the whole way would be quite humorous.
She mulls over the trek to ThunderClan's border, wondering if they would be steering clear of the over flowing river near Sunningrocks, or if they'd just remake the borders there instead. Her ivory whiskers twitch in thought, waiting for the patrols to begin.
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[ SILENCE IS DEAFENING ]​

 

[willowroot]

( ☾ ) their silvery head dips in silent recognition of the deputy's words, verdant gaze glancing around to locate her patrol fellows. there is a quiet relief in her stomach that she pushes down with a swallow of guilt. the awareness that she has not been sent to patrol windclan weighs in her mind, and her relief feels odd. still, buckgait is smart to organize how she has- redpath, houndsnarl and snakeblink are quite capable. cindershade is set to patrol alongside buck herself and smokethroat, and a small snicker huffs from the lead warrior's maw. "good luck with those two, cindershade. tell me if they need a talking to." her pseudo sister and best friend are so fearesomely opposed to each other. it would be humorous but willowroot has gotten well tired of their spat. she has half a mind to sit the two down and claw tolerance out of them. ​

( THE LIGHT YOU GAVE ME )

 

[HOUNDSTRIDE.]

Seems fair enough that he'd be placed where he was. In everything that's happened, Hound's less opposed to WindClan than some of his clanmates are. And Snakeblink's a reasonable enough cat. They've made a good patrol to head that way, and he's satisfied with the arrangements. Shoulders rolling in a testing flex to warm them some, he nods to Buckgait and immediately turns in search of the two warriors that'll be walking the border with him. Mostly he's looking for Snakeblink– Redpath'll show up as she does, causing all sorts'f trouble along the way. "Assume you'll be takin' that apprentice of yours along?" he asks the tabby. The gorge was hardly a wonderful place for any young cats, but Frogpaw seems reasonable enough to survive.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: @Snakeblink interaction
• ──── houndsnarl. trans male, he/him pronouns.
  ──── approximately 30 moons old, or 2.5 years.
  ──── bisexual with firm male preference; single.
  
  ──── a chocolate tabby with ( stylized ) low white and intense lime eyes. lean and lanky,  with whiplike musculature and a long, quick stride. hound's notable features include his impressive height, the long scar across the left side of his face from nose to jaw, his very deep, dense fur, and the confident manner with which he conducts himself.
• "speech"

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[SMOKESTAR]

Ask Buckgait to stop using patrols to punish him and her response is to put him on a patrol with her, the ultimate punishment. He's already scowling as he hears his name, wondering if he can get away with accidentally knocking her into the river when Willowroot's voice pipes up
"Contrary to what you think, Willow love, I'm not one of your kits. Those are in the nursery you keep wandering off from. Go scold one of them."
Smokethroat turned to stand, pausing only to stretch before rising to full height once more.
"I'm going to cause them grief on purpose now." A tail flicked upward, haughtily and he brushed past his friend to make his way out of the camp on swift paws, the two of them could keep up or they could fall behind; frankly it wasn't like this patrol was going to be much effort anyways given the entire area was underwater and they'd be hopping across stones to check it. ThunderClan would be stupid to even risk crossing with the river as it was.

At least he wasn't on Houndsnarl's patrol. HA, good luck keeping Redpath in line. She was a menace on her good days.
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[Snakeblink]

Snakeblink listens, quiet, as their deputy gives out patrol assignments. There’s an odd restlessness under his pelt that only grows as she goes on — and disappears, quite unexpectedly, when his name passes her lips. He realizes that he was waiting for her to announce… What, another disaster he did not notice? More twolegs and their boomsticks maybe, another river to flood? But no, there’s only this: a slightly uncomfortable patrol near hostile territory.

At least the company will be nice: he enjoys Houndsnarl’s calm presence, and Redpath… She makes him laugh. If no one does anything rash, it might be alright.

Flicking an ear in amusement at Willowroot and Smokethroat’s banter, he turns to find his patrol companions and discovers that one of them was faster on the draw and is already there. He’s a little taken aback at Houndsnarl’s question — it makes him realize that, although he hadn’t thought about it in so many words, the idea of not taking Frogpaw along had never crossed his mind.

”Of course,” he tells the other tom, open pride bleeding into his voice.

He often worries that he’s too hard on his apprentice — pushing him too far, too soon — but the adolescent has never once let him down, which only makes Snakeblink more willing to drag him anywhere that might prove beneficial to his learning.

”Frogpaw is as clever and sure-footed as they come: perfectly suited for the task, I assure you. And there’s a lot he could learn from seeing such model warriors in action,” he simpers, looking pointedly at Houndsnarl himself — and then around, in an attempt to pinpoint Redpath as well.

They’re a well balanced team: even if Snakeblink misses a teaching opportunity, he’s sure Frogpaw will get something from observing the other two.
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ooc. information.

• ooc: fellas, someone Will do something rash
  
• — Snakeblink • he / him. 37 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[CLAYFUR]

The brown-striped tom managed to wake up not only on the right side of the nest this morning, but the best side. He’s been in a chipper mood since first blinking his eyes open and dragging his face out of its blanket of blue fur. And now it’s patrol time; he looks forward to seeing who Buckgait decides to pair him with. Last time it was him and Apricotflower, and they got to go visit the SkyClan border together—he thinks back fondly to that patrol, a smile settling onto his face.

He’s tasked to go to SkyClan once again, and while some things have changed, shifted, since his last venture to the edge of the pine forest, he finds himself excited as a kit. To make it even better, he gets to travel there alongside Mudpelt and Willowroot. "Sounds good! Thanks, Buck," he chirps, paws kneading happily at the dirt beneath him.

He glances between the other cats—yikes, Smokethroat and Buckgait are going on the same patrol and Cindershade will probably have to be a mediator of some sort, and Houndsnarl is tasked with going to the WindClan border alongside Redpath and Snakeblink.

Well, at least he’s assigned to patrol with the most normal of his clanmates, and not that he has, like, favorite clanmates—but if he did, they’d be his favorites.
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[ WHAT'S MY AGE AGAIN? ]​

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