camp IN MY MIND 🕷️ guard duty

[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. If Briarthorn had to choose a favorite season, perhaps Leaf-fall would be her favorite. It was certainly better than Green-leaf, in all but hunting. Under the moons light, the leaves have had their bleeding reds and burnt oranges leached from them, turning the crisping foliage into monochrome shades of silver and steel blue.

Guard-duty was an obligation the quiet warrior had come to appreciate, it brought a certain peace to her that even sleep could not. Hazel optics are ever-twitching from one location to another, betraying the she-cats attempt to keep pressing thoughts at bay.

Applejaw's death had churned up a cocktail of feelings Briarthorn had hoped would have grown stale by now, though the she-cats absence did not tear Briarthorns world into two as Sweetpaws had, the stinging in her chest was undeniable. The ebony warrior leans back when a frost-kissed breeze ruffles against her nostrils, her exhale clouding around all too large ears. She isn't sure what prompts her jaws to begin to move, but the young warrior doesn't bite her tongue either as she spares her guard-mate an almost disinterested glance. "I really hate the wind."

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ 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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[sparrowheart]

Standing guard was a task Sparrowheart found engaging, the tranquil stillness of the night granting him the opportunity to remain watchful, his eyes scanning for any movement in the dark. Rumours of foxes on the prowl did little to stir fear within him; he stood ready to face such threats, even at the cost of his life. Ready to sacrifice himself for his clan. Claws dug into the muddy ground at the idea of dangers that lurk within the shadows.... Perhaps it was the dangers that caused Smogstars disappearance—had he been taken? Eliminated? Just as Applejaw had been?

Such thoughts repulsed him, and he instinctively withdrew, a grimace forming on his face. A chill coursed through him as the wind whispered by, leading him to tuck his paws beneath him and crouch lower, seeking refuge from the biting air. The breeze lifted the withered leaves, their spiraling flight momentarily drawing his attention before he resumed his watch. It was then that Briarthorn's voice broke the silence, his gaze meeting her uninterested golden eyes. Was she awaiting a response, or merely voicing her thoughts?

"Only of use when greenleaf bares its heat upon us," he responded softly, shifting his focus once more. "I do hope this leaf-bare be merciful and spare us though..." His words were but a whisper, still, in the quiet of the night. Yet, the silence had been broken by Briarthorn, and maybe that was her intent. He may not have been one for conversation, yet he found a certain solace in this brief exchange. They served as a break and distraction from haunted thoughts...


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[Owlmoon –]

I WILL SAVE YOU WHEN YOUR LIGHTS GO OUT
owlmoon | 24 months | demiboy | he/they | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold #4a855f

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Owlmoon, admittedly, was not a fan of guarding. He was too restless, always needed something to do, and while he knew it was important to the clan, a part of him always breathed a sigh of relief when it wasn't his turn to be chosen for it. Tonight was one of those nights- and yet, as he prepares to turn in, the conversation is more than enough to stop him in his tracks.

"I'm sure it will be fine." it's not quite a lie, as he offers his opinion, but it's more to try to calm Sparrowheart's nerves on it than he would like to admit. There's a certain chill in the air that suggests otherwise, despite his supposed confidence, but the chimera moves closer to the duo and offers his most comforting grin.

"There's nothing that can be done about the wind, though." Even if he'd like to, himself.

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Sharpshadow can't imagine why either of them would dare to think that. It's begging to be disappointed, really. Begging to be let down. Sharpshadow passes the small gaggle of warriors by... and she doesn't mean to be annoying. She really, really doesn't, but their words- lightly spoken and meaning little, make her bristle anyways. I'm sure it will be fine, chirps Owlmoon. Sharpshadow turns on them on an instant. " Why?" the single word is sharp, and the ( irritatingly ) aptly-named warrior is veering toward them with an odd, wary intensity. Less a criticism, more like... More like he actually wants to know. Like he's desperate for a reason to think this Leaf-Bare will be better than the last. It's probably like that because it's true.

Sharpshadow backs off, realizing she probably seems real annoying right about now. Too-much the shadow of a stuffy Lead Warrior... Is she getting old? Nearly preparing to say all this stuff about saying things that you know are true and yadda yadda... She had good reason to be upset, she tells herself. They all do, so why did it seem Briarthorn was the only one with sense, right about now?

...Or maybe he was making a terrible amount of assumptions right now. Sharpshadow squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. He tries not to sigh at how annoying his own self is. ...How has he ended up here?

Maybe it'd do him good, to sit in one place and do practically nothing for a while... Or maybe, with ShadowClan's luck, a badger would barrel through camp's entrance the moment he takes up a post. Sharpshadow would glimpse the dark form of Briarthorn from the corner of his eye. There's a twinge of sympathy there. " ...Wanna trade spots? " Maybe she'd appreciate it... Or maybe, Briarthorn was like her, and would rather keep herself busy than mope around.​

 

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Leaf-bare was around the corner..last time leaf-bare had been upon them, Snowlark was nothing more than a freshly-made apprentice, hardly one in the eyes of others now when the code enforcing apprentices to be made at 6 moons, and yet it was bizzare to hear the hopeful chirps of a possible easy leaf-bare which made the warrior drift over to stand near Sharpshadow and the others with a soft sigh slipping from his lips. "Leaf-bare will always be tough on us, its a test of our will-power after all" he commented toward Owlmoon before his gaze drift towards the lead warrior who offered to take the place of Briarthorn who seemed nothing but uninterested in what was going on.

Perhaps that would be the best if Sharpshadow did, to allow the other to rest, and yet a part of him doubts Briarthorn would agree to the lead warrior's offer but... his gaze drifted towards Sparrowheart with a figtive raised brow. Should he offer too? Perhaps the other was exhausted since it was late that night, and besides Sharpshadow had offered to Briarthorn first and he was a lead warrior, so if the other got annoyed then that could be an excuse the tom could use against the other. "Sine Sharpshadow offered for Briarthorn... Sparrowheart, would you mind if I take yours?" he stated calmly before glancing towards the awkward lead warrior to see what her reaction would be.

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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 14 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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