LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS — patrols

"Rise and shine, ShadowClan!" The sing-song call of the deputy thrums in his chest and reverberates throughout the dimly lit camp. The sun has only just awoken, golden rays peeking above the horizon. Pitchsun stands in the spotlight, dead center of the camp, his teeth flashing in a cooing laugh. "Us early birds must seek out the maggots!" Pitchsun's eyes narrow, then, scouring the particularly empty camp with a blossoming scowl. "Mandatory patrols. Come on, do not laze around." He speaks as if it should be obvious.

The deputy's smile returns quickly. "Briarstar, you will lead the first hunting patrol of the day! Forestpaw will accompany you, of course, along with Flickerfire, Dawnpaw, Hailpaw, and Bonejaw." His aunt might be the medicine cat, now, but a hunt would do her good. It must be harming her psyche, cooped up in that den of hers with the musty scent of herbs.

Next up, the ThunderClan border patrol. Pitchsun seeks out Frog Senior and Frog Junior, the funniest mentor-apprentice duo that his mother had come up with. "Frog's Croak, bring with you Frogpaw, Geckoscreech, and Lavenderpaw to check the ThunderClan border." His eyes crinkle as he calls out the names of the amphibian pair, giggling to himself. "Ensure that our markers are so strong, it chokes you even above the stench of the Thunderpath!"

[ retro to the fire! @BRIARSTAR @FOREST @FLICKERFIRE @Dawnpaw @hailpaw. @BONEJAW @Frog's Croak @GECKOSCREECH @Lavenderpaw ]
 
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Honestly she has not thought that she would be placed upon a mandatory patrol. It causes the woman to blink a few times before she realizes that yes she did hear her nephew correctly. She is going on a patrol, and a hunting one. A chance to stretch her limbs will be good. Especially after sorting all the herbs she has been gathering up. The white long legged molly pushes herself to her paws and she dips her head a little towards Pitchsun. A bit grateful towards him for getting her out of her den for a little while. "Very well. Hopefully everything goes smoothly and the apprentices can learn something useful."

 
Flickerfire scowls and lashes her tail as Pitchsun lists the day's patrols. Briarstar? Bonejaw? Both of them? She eyes the deputy angrily, wondering if he's trying to get her into trouble for something. What's she done to him recently? She genuinely can't recall...

With a ragged sigh, the tortoiseshell raises her tail in a signal to Dawnpaw and Hailpaw. "Well, you heard 'im. Finish your meals and get ready to go out. Can't make the leader and medicine cat wait on us, now." There's a lilting, singsong tone to her words that screams sarcasm.

PENNED BY MARQUETTE
 

Quickly, she’d finish her breakfast (although not before giving a displeased glance toward her mentor) and rising to her paws. Beckoning with her tail to Dawnpaw, she’d follow behind her mentor, curious what she would be learning from the group today. Pitchsun must really have something in mind if he were sending them along with Briarstar and Bonejaw. Fortunately for Hailpaw, Flickerfire seemed equally as surprised as she.
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