LET'S TALK ABOUT IT ♡ 08/16 PATROLS

[MIRESTAR]

"ShadowClan! Gather for patrols, please."

When Mirepurr had taken this task onto themself for the first time, they assume it would also be the last — it had been just to give Smogstar some relief after he spread himself a little thin in the wake of such drastic changes. They had thought it to be a temporary solution to a temporary problem, given how unwilling their new leader is to show too much vulnerability... lest the Clan grows restless and apprehensive. It all makes complete sense.

What didn't make sense is his decision to appoint Mirepurr as his successor. They would never deny that Smogstar knows what he's doing, it's just... weird, to get used to. At least they have that tiny bit of experience with assigning patrols now. Some of the performance anxiety is kept at bay as a result; the faces in the gathering crowd are not so intimidating to look at, considering they've grabbed their attention for the same thing less than half a moon ago.

Blue gaze sweeps across their Clanmates with warmth. No, they are nothing to be scared of — scared for, courtesy of a rank with such high responsibility, but not of. Mirepurr dares to think they've accepted them as their new deputy now.

Strong rays of sun beat down on their back. Greenleaf uses its last bit of strength to cover the land in heat, before the seasons change once more and lets those green leaves fall. Speaking of... "It's still humid, and with StarClan's blessing, we won't be melting underneath it all just yet. Greenleaf won't be around for long now, so this is a perfect time to gather some surplus of moss. Foresthade, please take Gigglepaw, Vulturesong, Willowburn and Halfsun with you. Gather as much as you can carry." Fresh bedding, a source of water for the exhausted and those in pain... it is a vital resource.

"Algae is less useful for us, but keeping our waters in good shape is." Nobody wants to see a repeat of the frog invasion. It is in ShadowClan's best interest to cut back down on the size of breeding grounds for those toads. "I will take Plumpaw, Fawnheart, Ashenfall and Thrasherthroat with me to clean up a little."

Clan borders are next. They're always a bit of a sensitive subject if you ask Mirepurr — you don't want too-aggressive cats there to stir up trouble, but in the same vein, a patrol consisting of overwhelmingly mellow attitude could very well be a recipe for disaster. Balance is key. "Sharpshadow, will you take Flintwish, Branchpaw, Lizardthroat and Eggskip with you to the WindClan border? As for ThunderClan, Lilacfur can go with Shadepaw, Sycamorepaw, Batchaser and Ferndance." It feels like an even enough distribution. With time, Mirepurr is confident they can improve on this.

"And last but not least, I'd like a big hunting patrol this time around. Smogstar, please take the following with you: Bloodpaw, Stonepaw, Onyxpaw, Wormwatcher, Snowlark..." A pause for a big intake of breath. "Scalejaw, Shriketalon and Briarthorn."

Mirepurr takes a moment to count the amount of cats they've called; runs those numbers with what they had planned; makes sure everybody they wanted is accounted for. Clear satisfaction shows on their face, and with that, Mirepurr pivots on their heel to get to work. "Let's get to it!"

Cats listed first are the patrol leaders who should make the appropriate threads!

MOSS GATHERING @FORESTSHADE
@Gigglepaw @VULTURESONG @Willowburn @Halfsun
Perhaps a task that sounds too boring for some, but moss is always a necessity in the Clans. Greenleaf is at its end, and with it, the colder moons will make moss a bit harder to find. The cats painstakingly scrape the goods off of the bark, even if getting splinters in the process is a plausible risk.


ALGAE CLEANING @mirepurr
@plumpaw @FAWNHEART @ASHENFALL @THRASHERTHROAT
It is no pleasant task, but it is definitely important to ensure life in the swamp remains... convenient. Using large branches, the patrol tries their best to clear the surface of the bigger water sources from the green filth; just have to make sure nobody falls in!


HUNTING @smogstar
@BLOODPAW @STONEPAW @ONYXPAW @Wormwatcher @Snowlark. @scalejaw @shriketalon @Briarthorn
There's a lot of you here, huh? Why not make this into a friendly competition? Whoever catches the biggest prey will get first picks from the pile when everybody goes home!
(OPTIONAL: Roll a 1d20 in your channel to determine prey size/success.)


WINDCLAN BORDER @SHARPSHADOW
@FLINTWISH @BRANCHPAW @lizardthroat @EGGSKIP
Border patrols are for keeping rival cats in line, but... well, what is a cat to do when Twolegs' antics come into the picture? There's a smaller group of them gathered around a monster in the dusty moorland, and- are they getting naked? Why is the wind blowing odd and lightly stinking material this way?


THUNDERCLAN BORDER @lilacfur
@SHADEPAW @Sycamorepaw! @BATCHASER @FERNDANCE
The shade feels extraordinarily good on this part of the territory today. A light breeze tousles the foliage up above, and suddenly, the heat is kept at bay... perhaps this patrol could take it easy and lounge around a little, even if the ThunderClanners don't approve.

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[STONEPAW]

Stonepaw sat with likeness to his name, eagerly awaiting getting put on his first patrols. Frogwatcher had taught him the basics of hunting a few days ago and he was desperate to show his skills. He didn't dare show his excitement for fear of not being taken seriously. He was an apprentice now, he had to prove he was worthy.

Mirepurr's voice rang out for everyone to hear. He listened with perked ears, hoping to hear his name upon her lips. Then there it was, and not only did he get to go hunting, he got to go hunting with Smogstar himself! He jumped up, grinning, before quickly coughing to cover his outburst. "Yes, Mirepurr," he mewed.

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• STONEPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, six moons
  ⭃ pretty lilac with low white and blue eyes. bossy, charismatic, manipulative. very loyal to smogstar. stealthy
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Twitchtail ↛ @iliawonders on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Gigglepaw]

Her first ever patrol! Gigglepaw could hardly contain her excitement, practically bouncing on her paws as she stood before Mirepurr, ready to hear their commands. Going outside of camp was still a fresh feeling, something that Gigglepaw wasn't sure she'd ever get used to, even if plenty of warriors had assured her that it would become routine after time. Mirepurr declares that Gigglepaw's patrol, led by her very own mentor, will be gathering moss, and even such a mundane task sets Gigglepaw's heart a-flutter.

"Heard!" Gigglepaw yips, before turning to seek out Forestshade in the crowd. She'd also heard Vulturesong, Willowburn, and Halfsun would be coming with them - and while she couldn't say she knew any of them particularly well, Halfsun had recently been an apprentice. They had just missed each other in the apprentices' den, and Gigglepaw was curious about how a newly-named warrior might act. "Where's the best place to find moss, Forestshade?"

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• GIGGLEPAW ✩ apprentice of shadowclan, six moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] His first patrol as a warrior, which felt odd not to be assigned with Mirepurr, but it was much odder not to hear Smogstar call out for patrols. All these changes made a soft sigh slip from his mod before he nod to Mirepurr. A hunting patrol with Smogstar and a big patrol. smart idea due to Leaf-fall being around the corner, the more hunts they put out the more fresh-kill they will have that could potentially roll over into leaf-bare and give them some form of comfortability throughout the harsher moons.

He moved towards Smogstar with a calm look in his gaze as he gently smiled towards the newly pointed deputy, and his former mentor. Surely, it felt odd to even Mirepurr that he was no longer at their side learning what he could from them. His attention focused onto the newly made leader with a slight nod and a twitch of his nicked ear, "Ready when you are" he said coolly.

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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 12 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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[Willowburn]

THE GODS CAN KNEEL ⋆⁺₊⋆
"Moss collection? Very well." Willowburn sighed softly as he heeded the instruction given. He shifted to stand closer with Forestshade's patrol as he prepared himself to head out. The tom looked to Gigglepaw as they excitedly asked where to get the moss. At least someone was eager for the duty.

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[FLINTWISH]

It's Mirepurr's first patrol assignment since their promotion. It's Flintwish's first patrol assignment since becoming a mentor — since finding a mate, too. In many ways, it should feel different from all of the patrols that came before. But perhaps it is the beauty of the work that it does not. Repetitive and reliable, Flintwish finds himself more and more eager to plod along the Clan borders; to hunt even when he knows he is not particularly apt. It's... a nice feeling, he supposes, to have some sort of purpose.

He stands next to Ashenfall (naturally), ears twitching as Mirepurr assigns them on separate patrols. It's fine — it's not like it hasn't happened a million times before — but Flintwish flicks an ear the tom's way, jeweled gaze fixing on him intently. "I'll see you later," he murmurs before glancing around for his apprentice. It would be Branchpaw's first border patrol, which is... exciting! And maybe a little harrowing. Border patrols have historically been of little issue for him, but skirmishes both recent and not play on his mind. Once he reunites with Branchpaw, he guides them both towards Sharpshadow, tail flicking. "Hey," he greets, but says little else.

used to be one of the rotten ones ( and i liked you for that ) //

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• FLINTWISH —— warrior of shadowclan, mentoring branchpaw . granitepelt x starlingheart . littermate to nettlepaw, ghostmask . mates with ashenfall ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a small, slate-blue tom with mismatched blue and green eyes. hard to approach and harder to enjoy, but beneath his spines he seems to have a good heart, and cares for his clanmates
  ✦ unlabeled gender / he, she, they pronouns / 15 moons & ages every 12th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / may flee / may show mercy. tends to fight dirty on account of granitepelt's teachings. will fight tooth and nail to win, as this is one of the few ways flintwish can prove his worth to himself
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[FORESTSHADE]

Hearing her name called among the first of the patrol assignments, Forestshade pads forwards and gives a respectful nod to Mirepur. She's a bit surprised to hear that she and her warriors for the day are given an apprentice's chore...wouldn't it be better to send the apprentices off to do their usual routine so the warriors could hunt and patrol? She thought she'd seen the last of moss gathering since the day she earned her warrior name! But she opts not to argue and instead gives a calm shrug, refusing to let the insult affect her attitude. Gathering moss is part of keeping a camp running smoothly - every task is important, she supposes. "Moss gathering it is."

Catching Gigglepaw's inquiry as her apprentice excitedly bounces up to her, she gives a small smile in response. It's nice to have an apprentice who's so eager to learn. "Moss grows in damp and shady places. But we don't get it along the stream bank - it's too wet to use. We'll get it from the trunks of trees." She flicks her tail for her patrolmates to meet her at the camp exit, but keeps talking to Gigglepaw as she walks. "You gotta find the right kind. The thick stuff is best for bedding, while the thinner and less soft moss can be used for other things, like getting ticks off the elders or collecting water."​