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It hadn't been serious, the last time. He had been a stand-in. Someone who should have been Mirestar, who should have been Smogstar.
It wasn't serious now either, though. Someone else would probably be standing here next moon. No future deputy would ever think back to the way he had crafted patrols, the way he did for Smogstar. He'd be… forgettable, he's sure, and he reminds himself that he expects that; that he's okay with that… Only one of those things are really true.
Sharpshadow shuffles forward, his fur hopefully looking more fluffed against the chill than it did just… messy. Rather than the mighty roar, or whatever, a proper deputy might let out, Sharpshadow's call is more of an afterthought to his yawn. " Patrols. " Straight to the point. No reason to bother with all the pretentious extra, really… Cats would gather regardless, he knew, even if he felt gross for thinking it.
He finds Amberhaze's gaze with a quickness that really didn't make much sense. Absolutely, it was shock, not like the guy was such an exceptional candidate for patrol lead that he's drawn to him first, or something stupid like that. Sharpshadow looks at him as if he's wandered into camp by accident… despite him being about as much of a ShadowClanner as he could possibly be. He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing… He was pretty sure it meant he would be gone someday, though. Her face creases with her frown. " …Amberhaze, "
" You know your way to WindClan's border, " a few dozen beats-too-long later, she says. If nothing else, he could take orders… " Take Basilshower and Bloodwing with you. " He looks for another face in the crowd, is relieved to see him breathing. He sure would be more relieved if they didn't owe it to another Clan, though. The prickling of his spine doesn't waver. " Batchaser too. " Say whatever you want to them, I guess.
ThunderClan's border… Good StarClan, they needed someone that wouldn't just be a warrior-aged ankle-biter. " Scalejaw, " she says— and… instantly wavers. There were some cats she didn't really mind bossing around, but Scalejaw's name was decidedly not… Amberhaze or Snowlark. Sharpshadow glances sideward for a moment. " Um… M-maybe you could check up on ThunderClan's border. " It doesn't really sound like a request, but at the same time, it kind of sounds like she's politely asking a fox to bite a cushier part of her. " Take… Mapletuft, Wormwatcher, and Milkbriar. " She tries— and fails— to not make a face. She and Mapletuft should be swapped, really…
" Both— all of you " because headed a patrol wouldn't necessarily stop your Clanmates from kind of being idiots. " Be uh, like, normal, y'know… " You'd have no idea which not-Scalejaw Lead Warrior she's looking at, right about now…
" Marbleleaf, " it seems obvious to him, that ShadowClan was in need of a better herb supply... Or maybe even just an okay one, if that's asking for too much. He's... wary, though, to let them out of sight. Sharpshadow glances around the clearing with a pinched expression, finds a familiar face. " Sneezeduck. " They were like, friends, or something. " Go with her. Burdocktail and Shriketalon too. Help them restock their supplies, or... whatever. " Good enough warriors. As good as they can get, anyways... Hopefully it wasn't an overbearing patrol to Marbleleaf. Not like she should care.
" Ternstar, " he always found this part kind of weird, telling your own leader what to spend their time doing... " Um... I'll go hunting with you. " He bites his tongue on his kittish sounding maybe, or if you want. " Plus Screechstorm and Duckshimmer. Maybe we'd find something worthwhile at night... " Or maybe they'd just freeze their whiskers off for no good reason. The latter was more likely, really.
Her stomach aches, and it probably would until well into the evening. He feels kind of bad for what he's about to say. " Snowlark, " he sighs. " I... don't think we can avoid Carrionplace anymore this moon. Sorry. " He had a fresh new apprentice too... Frozenkit would have to learn why he chose the worst border to show up at sooner or later, he guesses. " Take Halfsun, Singeglare, and Ferndance. " She knew for certain at least one of them would probably have a good time... Maybe they'd have better luck with an expert on their side, or something. " ...Please be careful. "
Sharpshadow heaves a breath. He should probably, like, flick his tail to wave them off, or whatever... too bad he only had half of one to do it with. At least it went better than the last time, probably.
It wasn't serious now either, though. Someone else would probably be standing here next moon. No future deputy would ever think back to the way he had crafted patrols, the way he did for Smogstar. He'd be… forgettable, he's sure, and he reminds himself that he expects that; that he's okay with that… Only one of those things are really true.
Sharpshadow shuffles forward, his fur hopefully looking more fluffed against the chill than it did just… messy. Rather than the mighty roar, or whatever, a proper deputy might let out, Sharpshadow's call is more of an afterthought to his yawn. " Patrols. " Straight to the point. No reason to bother with all the pretentious extra, really… Cats would gather regardless, he knew, even if he felt gross for thinking it.
He finds Amberhaze's gaze with a quickness that really didn't make much sense. Absolutely, it was shock, not like the guy was such an exceptional candidate for patrol lead that he's drawn to him first, or something stupid like that. Sharpshadow looks at him as if he's wandered into camp by accident… despite him being about as much of a ShadowClanner as he could possibly be. He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing… He was pretty sure it meant he would be gone someday, though. Her face creases with her frown. " …Amberhaze, "
" You know your way to WindClan's border, " a few dozen beats-too-long later, she says. If nothing else, he could take orders… " Take Basilshower and Bloodwing with you. " He looks for another face in the crowd, is relieved to see him breathing. He sure would be more relieved if they didn't owe it to another Clan, though. The prickling of his spine doesn't waver. " Batchaser too. " Say whatever you want to them, I guess.
ThunderClan's border… Good StarClan, they needed someone that wouldn't just be a warrior-aged ankle-biter. " Scalejaw, " she says— and… instantly wavers. There were some cats she didn't really mind bossing around, but Scalejaw's name was decidedly not… Amberhaze or Snowlark. Sharpshadow glances sideward for a moment. " Um… M-maybe you could check up on ThunderClan's border. " It doesn't really sound like a request, but at the same time, it kind of sounds like she's politely asking a fox to bite a cushier part of her. " Take… Mapletuft, Wormwatcher, and Milkbriar. " She tries— and fails— to not make a face. She and Mapletuft should be swapped, really…
" Both— all of you " because headed a patrol wouldn't necessarily stop your Clanmates from kind of being idiots. " Be uh, like, normal, y'know… " You'd have no idea which not-Scalejaw Lead Warrior she's looking at, right about now…
" Marbleleaf, " it seems obvious to him, that ShadowClan was in need of a better herb supply... Or maybe even just an okay one, if that's asking for too much. He's... wary, though, to let them out of sight. Sharpshadow glances around the clearing with a pinched expression, finds a familiar face. " Sneezeduck. " They were like, friends, or something. " Go with her. Burdocktail and Shriketalon too. Help them restock their supplies, or... whatever. " Good enough warriors. As good as they can get, anyways... Hopefully it wasn't an overbearing patrol to Marbleleaf. Not like she should care.
" Ternstar, " he always found this part kind of weird, telling your own leader what to spend their time doing... " Um... I'll go hunting with you. " He bites his tongue on his kittish sounding maybe, or if you want. " Plus Screechstorm and Duckshimmer. Maybe we'd find something worthwhile at night... " Or maybe they'd just freeze their whiskers off for no good reason. The latter was more likely, really.
Her stomach aches, and it probably would until well into the evening. He feels kind of bad for what he's about to say. " Snowlark, " he sighs. " I... don't think we can avoid Carrionplace anymore this moon. Sorry. " He had a fresh new apprentice too... Frozenkit would have to learn why he chose the worst border to show up at sooner or later, he guesses. " Take Halfsun, Singeglare, and Ferndance. " She knew for certain at least one of them would probably have a good time... Maybe they'd have better luck with an expert on their side, or something. " ...Please be careful. "
Sharpshadow heaves a breath. He should probably, like, flick his tail to wave them off, or whatever... too bad he only had half of one to do it with. At least it went better than the last time, probably.

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OOC: HEAR YE, HEAR YE! PATROLS UPON YOU ALL! ☆ = LEAD
WINDCLAN ☆ @Amberhaze | (@talonpaw.), @BATCHASER (@BOUNCEKIT), @BASILSHOWER, @BLOODWING
THUNDERCLAN ☆ @scalejaw | @MAPLETUFT (@LAVENDERPAW, @plumpaw), @Wormwatcher (@Puddlepaw), @MILKBRIAR
HERB GATHERING ☆ @MARBLELEAF | @sneezeduck, @BURDOCKTAIL, @shriketalon (@BUZZARDPAW.)
NIGHT HUNTING ☆ @SHARPSHADOW | @Ternstar., @SCREECHSTORM, @Duckshimmer
CARRIONPLACE ☆ @Snowlark. | (@FROZENKIT), @Halfsun, @SINGEGLARE, @FERNDANCE
OPTIONAL PROMPT: Someone on your patrol finds something that may or may not be edible. When you're having a Leaf-Bare as bad as ShadowClan is, you need to take what you can get... Cats who take a chance with a bite, roll a dice! If you roll a 7 or lower, whatever the hell you just ate will not be sitting well in your stomach <3 -
SHARPSHADOW ♱ SHADOWCLAN DEPUTY. HE - HIM - SHE - HER
A large, scrappy feline with pessimism seemingly baked into his bones. It's clear she doesn't make much of an effort to maintain herself, though the namesake of her coat would likely stand out either way.
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