camp Keep them guessing (Patrol assignments)

[Badgermoon]

The wind had finally seemed to still - or, at least, returned to its more forgiving demeanor. The breezes and gusts which now swept over the moor were far more familiar to a WindClanner, even if a forest-dwelling cat might perhaps find them unwelcome. Badgermoon breathed a sigh of relief as he stared out at the wind-flattened grasses, noting the debris which scattered across the land. Things would sort themselves out soon, he felt confident of that: whatever storm had been upon them seemed to have passed. Thank StarClan. thought the black-and-white tom with a shake of his head. He turned back to face the camp at large, watching as cats stirred from sleep, before striding into the center of the hollow, his dark tail-tip flicking in anticipation. "Come and get your patrol assignments!" he called out; after a few faces turned in his direction or paws carried warriors to him, he'd continue. "Bluepool, take Gravelsnap and patrol near the Horseplace." it was a very small patrol - just two cats - but after WindClan's recent losses, they were short some paws. Nevertheless, he counted both Bluepool and Gravelsnap as friends, and trusted that they'd make out alright.

"Weaselclaw, I'd like you to take Wolfsong and Snailstride to our border with ShadowClan. I'm sure it goes without saying, but watch your backs with those mud-suckers." he was certain Sootstar's mate would keep sharp eyes on the ShadowClanners, should any appear, after recent events. "Cedarbark, I'd like you to take Ghostwail and Venomthroat to the ThunderClan border." that border, at least, had been relatively quiet - he trusted that all would go smoothly. Hopefully. "And, Mintshade, I'd like for you to patrol our border with RiverClan. Take Nightingalecry and Firefang with you." despite her attitude, she was a loyal and ferocious WindClanner, and he trusted her to handle such a contentious area. After a pause, he added: "Please try to all come back in one piece, yes?" though it was easier said than done, he knew. "Sunstride, I'd like for you to arrange a hunting patrol. Take any available cats with you, and watch your step out there." he paused, trying to think of anything else of import. "Warriors, be sure to bring your apprentices with you on your patrols. I myself will be holding a warrior training session soon."

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[ these assignments were decided by RNG with names from the WindClan Census!

@Bluepool with @GRAVELSNAP to the Horseplace!

@WEASELCLAW with @WOLFSONG and @SNAILSTRIDE to ShadowClan!

@cedarbark with @GHOSTWAIL and @Venomthroat. to ThunderClan!

@Mintshade with @nightingalecry and @Firefang to RiverClan!

@SUNSTRIDE has been asked to arrange a hunting patrol; Badgermoon will be hosting a training session.

any non-injured / not-currently-being-punished apprentices can + should accompany their mentors! <3 ]​

 

[Bluepool]

The idea of going on a patrol with only one other cat, much less one she does not know particularly well is strange in the silver furred warriors mind. Her eyes flash to Gravelsnap's black and white pelt, she supposed he could be good company. Only time would tell. Horseplace was somewhere she was excited to go, however. She enjoyed watching the sheep graze lazily, liked watching the horses chase each other across their pastures, and even more so she liked the products they could often find in such a place. Maybe a chicken would stray too far from their home, from the safety of that fox-hearted twoleg and his fire-stick. She runs her tongue over her lips at the very thought. The bounties of horseplace would be endless if not for the danger. "Let's have a meal and then we will depart" she informs her would-be partner for the day. There was no use patrolling on an empty stomach, after all.

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[SUNNVAR]

Now that the winds have died some, he supposes a hunting patrol should have been well on his mind. They would need to restock their pile after such difficulties in their hunts. The moors were unforgiving in a storm, and still their grasslands were flattened. It would be poor cover, but most here did not rely on such things regardless. WindClan was built for speed; one day he might count himself among them, in training if not in build. He will always be a bulky creature. A curse outside of the battlefield. Still, though– it was one he was eager to challenge. "Of course," he says to the deputy, and scans the moor runners for those he might choose to accompany him. "Hopefully our finds will fill WindClan bellies for many nights to come."

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES REFERENCE 05.28.2023 〙ˊˎ＜

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[Mintshade]

Oh, what was this? A gift? A gift from Badgermoon? A gift from Badgermoon to her? What a momentous occasion, she was going to make him regret it immediately by causing problems on purpose. Mintshade cackled as she wandered over, hearing her name and her duty listed.
"Gyeh heh heh, sure-sure! One piece! Can't promise the same for those fish eaters.." What had happened with Cottonpaw was both a blessing and a curse, it was good the apprentices were learning to be more cautious at the borders of such scum as RiverClan, but it was unfortunate her niece had to be so wounded in the process but what was a scar or two for a WindClanner? At least it wasn't like Adderpaw, traipsing about with that two-leg garbage on his ear, Cottonpaw could carry her wound with pride for facing their enemy and surviving. It was admirable, good. The black cat glances around, spots her fellow patrol members and pads over with shining teeth and amused acid eyes lit wide, "Meet ya at the border when the shadows cast over the highrock, we'll head out then." Turning with a swift pivot she cheerfully marched onward to grab something to eat before the long trek outward.
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[GRAVELSNAP]

The call for patrols brings Gravelsnap to stand before Badgermoon, concern etched into the crease of their brow, the sharp downturn of their mouth. They are stressed, tired from too many sleepless nights spent tossing and turning, worrying for Houndthistle and Periwinklebreeze. They need to pull themself together, because they are a mentor now and mentors are meant to be strong. So when they hear their name alongside Bluepool’s, they offer the tabby a tense smile.

Bluepool suggests that they can eat before setting out, and the monochrome warrior nods stiffly. "That sounds good," they say, awkward and stilted in their speech. They’re happy to be going somewhere calm, somewhere away, but they cannot shake the feeling that they are in danger no matter where they go.

Their eyes dart from cat to cat, searching for their golden-furred apprentice. They would have avoided taking Thriftpaw along if it were a patrol along the border of another clan, but it’s just the horseplace. It’s relatively safe, if they avoid running into any creatures larger than themselves. If they spot their apprentice, they’ll attempt to flag him down and bring him along.

// @Thriftpaw ​

[ you put the fun into dysfunction ]​

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[cedarbark.]

❝ I DON'T WANNA HURT EM' ✧°.☀ ————————————
Patrol assignments. Ever since the wind had kicked up, Cedarbark had been itching to be out in it. Perhaps a bit of apprehension towards the storm, but he lived for that wind in his fur. He padded over, his ears relaxed and eyes leveled on their deputy. A hum left him, and a dip of his head. "Thunderclan." He confirmed. A turn of his head, locating the other two that were supposed to be with him. "Sounds good to me. Let's move now." Cedarbark headed for the gorse tunnel, ensuring those on patrol with him were at his flank or heel.

// thread here! patrol

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[penned by dallas - ☀]

———————————— ☀.°✧ BUT I DID, I'M IN A FIT OF RAGE ❞ ​

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[WEASELCLAW]

The RiverClan skirmish, Adderpaw’s tagging, Sootstar’s fall from grace—by the day, Weaselclaw feels his temper fraying like thin rope set alight with a match. The brown tabby sits in silence before Badgermoon as the WindClan deputy dictates patrols. He only nods to indicate he’s heard his assignment. As much as he’s been pressured to keep the peace in the past, he finds himself flailing when confronted with the possibility of facing taunting swamp rats. Could he contain himself, or would he launch himself over the Thunderpath and let his rage consume him?

“Let’s go,” he murmurs to Wolfsong and Snailstride, his eyes snapping blue fire. “I don’t want to waste more time than we have to. ShadowClan constantly seems to forget what borders are, so we should make sure to remind them.”

He stands, his steps brisk as he heads for the opening in the gorse barrier. He needs to move to get his mind off of the mess his life has quickly devolved into.

[ link here ]
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[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​