ON THE CLOCK ♡ 07/24 PATROLS

[MIRESTAR]

It is not a task done lightly, but Mirepurr perseveres. They had offered to take at least a little bit of responsibility from Smogstar's shoulders, no doubt weary, and he had allowed them to assign patrols in his stead. Would he grow to miss the simplicity of calling out specific names for specific tasks? Perhaps Clan meetings will make up for that; surely his throat will grow as dry as Chilledstar's had each time they yelled from atop the Clanrock.

Mirepurr does it now, and they force themself to push aside emotions welling up. "ShadowClan, please gather for patrols."

It is an inevitability: eyes turn towards their figure, some immediate while others lag behind, stopping amidst their daily duties to pay them attention. What an honor — and what a predicament they find themself in. Mirepurr refuses to shift in place, to suggest that they might be uncomfortable; they had already thought of the patrols way in advance, pictured each one of them with clear visuals. This should all work out just fine. There is no way they could possibly mess this up.

"Sharpshadow," they begin, eyes flocking to the familiar black pelt. "Please take Halfpaw, Sneezepaw and Flintwish with you to the ThunderClan border." An abrupt pause. Something is amiss there... There might not be much tension found there, within the rows of trees and bushes, but Mirepurr would feel more comfortable with another capable warrior to strengthen this patrol's numbers. "And bring Briarthorn with you, too."

The pink of their tongue slips out between teeth that bite away at their lip; concentration lies in every taut line in their face, open as ever. That patrol should be satisfactory now.

Where ThunderClan lies dormant in terms of rivalry, WindClan thrashes and cries. Mirepurr will not soon forget the skirmish that had started there last moon in search of their lost apprentice — that is precisely why they had decided to appoint themself as patrol leader. "I will take Snowpaw, Batchaser and Blackstrike to the WindClan border."

Next up, remedies and recovery instead of quarrels and bloodshed. "It is my understanding that the herb supply could always use some fattening up. Ferndance and Scalejaw; could you accompany Starlingheart and Marblepaw on their patrol?" Look out for them, they suggest with the way their eyes glimmer. Both of their steady heartbeats are necessary for the Clan's smooth-sailing. Marblepaw especially should feel safe under the watchful and protective gazes of warriors, while Starlingheart teaches her something new.

"Lilacfur and Forestshade." Mirepurr's voice is considerably more confident, now that they are more than halfway done. They easily pinpoint the forms of the aforementioned she-cats. "It's never redundant to give the apprentices some extra training sessions. Please take Sycamorepaw, Thornpaw, Bloodpaw and Onyxpaw with you for a day out."

Just like with the medicine cats, there is an underlying motive here; Lilacfur might be itching to get some action out there, but Mirepurr would prefer if she took it easy... this is the perfect opportunity to have a say in the matter, and with Forestshade's presence, perhaps she will feel less inclined to take the brunt of the apprentices' battle training.

"And last but not least... Ashenfall can lead a hunting patrol with Ochrewing, Wormwatcher and Shriketalon."

They allow themself a sweep over the gathered cats, a moment's pause to collect their breath, an opportunity to make sure everyone is accounted for.

Mirepurr nods with gratitude. "That is all."

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

THUNDERCLAN PATROL @SHARPSHADOW
@Halfpaw @sneezepaw @FLINTWISH @Briarthorn

WINDCLAN PATROL @MIREPURR
@Snowpaw. @BATCHASER @BLACKSTRIKE

HERB PATROL @Starlingheart @MARBLEPAW
@FERNDANCE @scalejaw

APPRENTICE TRAINING @lilacfur @FORESTSHADE
@Sycamorepaw! @THORNPAW @BLOODPAW @ONYXPAW (+ @SINGEPAW )

HUNTING PATROL @ASHENFALL
@Ochrewing @Wormwatcher @shriketalon

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[BUZZARDKIT.]

I SAW A PHOTO, YOU LOOK JOYOUS​

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"p...atrol?"

he blinks as he watches from inside of the nursery, shivering slightly before he fully pulls himself up on his paws, hobbling out as his eyes move from cat to cat. he doesn't know what a patrol is but something nags at him in a way he doesn't understand. he wants to go on one. he must go on one. his nose twitches back and forth before he pushes the closest cat to him with a paw.

"what i...s a patrol?"

she listens just enough to catch the npc telling her what is is.

"oh, well i depends but a lot of time it's a way to make sure things are safe. or to hunt. so cats go out and they mark the borders and be sure everything remains safe here in camp."

buzzardkit sniffles, wincing at the feeling of a slight achy feeling within their head. they shake their head to ignore it, taking a moment to watch the other cats before wandering onward, right to the camp's entrance, fully intending to leave. they're going on a patrol. they can go on a patrol.

// feel free to stop buzzard!! she's just feeling a bit Curious(tm)
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[SHARPSHADOW]

Smogmaw's drawl is usually... predictable. Well, when she'd hear it was. What he said wasn't really, as much as she'd like to think she knows all that he thinks about... He really doesn't. Like, not at all. And its a voice Sharpshadow had the pleasure of hearing first thing in the morning... and throughout her entire apprenticeship... and at everything in between — talking. Always talking too much. Maybe its a long - term scheme to drive them all crazy with his monotone. But right now things are different. Weird. As much as he'd like to say Mirepurr's mew is a StarClan - blessed change of pace or something, it makes her wince more than anything else. Early morning reminder of every bad thing that has happened within the past half - moon.

" Okay. " her reply is bland. It usually is — here where she's basically just a face in the crowd, meant to look toward someone or something better than her... She'd nearly been stuck with no one but her own snot - nosed apprentices and Flintwish. Briarthorn is... fine. Would Smogmaw have done worse? Better? He tries to scratch at the memories of how Chilledstar's patrols had been as deputy. He finds that he can't remember. It's been... long. She would'nt have minded it being a little longer, though.

It's never redundant... Mirepurr just fit right into the annoying wording too. A dark head is cast around in search of his patrol mates. And milling about, as if they were just another warrior on their way to patrol, Buzzardkit comes toddling through. Sharpshadow double takes. Takes a moment. She gets a good few toddling steps past Sharpshadow before she actually has the brains to do something.

How old is this thing? one? Two moons? How much would Buzzardkit really glean from a stern, and where do you think you're going? Sharpshadow is too the point, placing a paw in front of him and going, " Nuh - uh. "​

 

[BLACKSTRIKE]

➼➼ Since the black and white leader’s untimely death, the aura of uncertainty around his position within the clan has only grown. He’d been named a warrior by Chilledstar not long before their death, and he can’t help but to wonder whether Smogstar will turn around and throw him out now that there’s no leader speaking up in his defense. Still, his name is called to patrol the WindClan border alongside Mirepurr themself, so Blackstrike trots up to stand before the lead warrior. "Just tell me when we’re heading out," he offers to the lead warrior, and then turns away, preparing to walk off. Until the time comes for their border patrol, he’s got duties to perform around camp.

➴ i think i found a home

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  BLACKSTRIKE ❯❯ he/him, shadowclan warrior
  ➼ thin black and white tom with mismatched blue and yellow eyes. calm and nonchalant, difficult to anger.
  ➼ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ➼ penned by foxlore

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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. Mirepurr’s voice calling to announce patrol assignments feels strange, as though it’s missing a certain gravel-textured rumble. Things have changed, the warrior reminds herself as she draws forward, sharp hazel optics pinpointing the earthy lead warrior at the head of the gathering crowd. Border patrols are announced first, as always, and her name is called to join Sharpshadow’s patrol alongside his apprentices and Flintwish. Not a terrible group of company, at least Briarthorn could count on Flintwish to walk alongside in dutiful silence. Sharpshadow voices her acknowledgment, and Briarthorn gives a dip of her head, waiting for Mirepurr to finish their assignments before venturing over to the sharp-tufted council member, who is in the middle of stopping a young Buzzardkit from inviting themself on a patrol. Sparing the kitten a brief glance, slitted pupils are quick to settle on Sharpshadow. "Just let me know when you’re ready to go." Briarthorn would keep herself accessible until then, only in need of a quick beckoning.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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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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[ASHENFALL]

˚₊‧ ⛧ The routine, clinical drone of the day's patrols was something of a comfort to sit and let pass between his ears as he always did, even as it came from a new voice today. Ashenfall was completely prepared to barely-remember which patrol he was assigned to and idle around, perhaps grooming the sleep out of his fur, until he was summoned again by his patrol leader. A vague sense of relief was had as Mirepurr listed off the border patrols and the herb patrols, both lacking his name.

That relief was replaced promptly with startle at the sound of his name instead being planted at the head of a hunting patrol, "Huh? Oh-" He tried to gather himself to look marginally less like a fresh apprentice being called on to demonstrate a proper hunting crouch, nodding quickly, "Yep, I can-uh, I'll do that..." The young warrior scanned the lingering clanmates to find one of his patrol, "We'll leave soon, yeah?"

YOULL ASK WHAT CAN I DO? ⭒☽⛧☾⭒ AND THERE WILL BE NO ANSWER

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  — ashenkit . ashenpaw . ashenfall
  — he/him. 16mo warrior of shadowclan. formerly mentored by smogmaw
  — smogmaw x halfshade. littermate to applejaw, swansong & garlicheart. older brother of thornpaw, halfpaw, and laurelpaw
  — a stout, longhaired blue torbie w/ pale blue and amber eyes
  — sarcastic, sharp-eyed, sulky, nostalgic, faithful, impulsive, candid, provocative, remorseful
  — "speech", thoughts
  — penned by eezy
  

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