repeat until death & PATROL ASSIGNMENTS

[Juniperfrost]

Duskfire was practically dead, Weaselclaw had still not been officially returned to his duties and Sootstar was weary-faced and dragging her paws from an unseen weight. He wasn't sure exactly what their leader's ailment was but it had certainly left her in an irritable mood and were he the vindictive type he might have disregarded her 'request' for what it was: Not his problem.
But Juniperfrost was a WindClanner, breeze in the blood and cold as soil beneath his paws and he wanted the clan to thrive despite the sniveling and aching hearts that scattered like so many leaf-fall remnants; autumnal colored shards flitting in the wind. Frankly he tired of the sentiments present, that they were even allowed to wallow about in their useless misery when there were things to do. Do the patrols, he was told, and so he would.

"If you are not dead or dying, come to the center of the camp now for patrol assignments. If you have an apprentice bring them with you." While he never yelled, his voice rose up in a sharpness, shattered ice, that held no patience for the dragging tails and lowered heads, their weakness mattered now; there were tasks to dispense.

"@Coldsnap-" His call of the younger warrior's name is as cold as the name itself and the blue tabby's frosted eyes narrow, this was a test, " Take @Yewberry, @Snowshadow and @coalfoot to ensure RiverClan is not plotting anything ignorant and do make sure you keep your patrol inline. Inform me immediately if one of them shines WindClan in a poor light. Ah, and...do take @Coyotepaw with you as well, show him what a real border patrol acts like." It would go right to Sootstar without hesitation, where did these fools loyalties truly lie? If they acted foolish in front of his son a second time he would kill those blithering idiots, he swore to the stars.

" @SUNSTRIDE " A quiet tom he had only really paid much attention to recently and most often alongside another, "You may take @WOLFSONG, @Badgermoon and @Nutsprout to our border along the Thunderpath near ShadowClan. Mark it, hunt while you're out..." Give their 'allies' a friendly wave or so. Frankly he wasn't fond of the marsh mongrels despite having been from said colony before the split. Its spirit truly died when Briarstar had. A shame.

" @WEASELCLAW " No longer a lead warrior but did his duties well enough, honestly he would be re-promoted easily once their leader had cooled down given the circumstances. There were not many other cats worth a rat's tail in this clan who would act properly besides himself and he generally considered the tabby admirable. "You and @VULTUREMASK-" The new name did not roll off the tongue as easily as Leechpaw had. "-along with @Mantissong. and @applebite are being asked to investigate a strange two-leg thing left out near the horseplace on our territory. Some caution is advised..." From what the last patrol had informed him it was a HORRIBLE and colorful monstrosity.

And finally, "A hunting patrol is being sent out, the freshkill pile is empty as you can plainly see with your own eyes. You are not to return without enough food for the night, I don't care if you have to hunt on the edge of territory borders to do so... @Galeforce, @SUNSETBREEZE, @OWLTALON and any apprentices who are not joining their mentors in any other patrols currently, divide into smaller groups as well if you must..."
But he better not see a single one of them return without prey to show for it.

"Dismissed."
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[Badgermoon]

Not dead or dying? Hey, that was him! Badgermoon felt pretty good, all things considered; dodging the usual leafbare sniffles with aplomb, if he said so himself, though he would confess to feeling less lively than usual due to the lack of prey. It was hard if not impossible to feel at your best in the colder season, though, right? Surely it wasn't just him. If the expressions of his Clanmates were anything to go by, though, he definitely wasn't the only one feeling the pressures of the winter. But, anyways - he definitely wasn't dead, nor dying, and so he pushed himself to his feet and strolled over in response to Juniperfrost's call. Badgermoon wasn't ... entirely sure why the tom with the frostiest attitude he'd ever seen was in charge of any measure of public speaking, but he knew that Sootstar was a little shorthanded at the moment, and assumed she'd charged him with handling the patrols. The big black and white tom was to join Sunstride and a few others in a patrol along the ShadowClan border. Works for me. he nodded to show he understood and began searching the assembled faces for their freshly appointed patrol leader, wondering when they would leave camp. Soon, hopefully: once a task was given to him, he was always antsy until it was complete, as if it were a wriggling piece of prey between his paws.​

 

[WEASELCLAW]

( 彡 ) Weaselclaw had heard a little about the strange Twoleg object near his old home, but he's not concerned. His eyes glitter at the prospect of being trusted enough to lead a patrol again, though he only gives the older warrior a nod of his head. "We'll be cautious." He gives the cats named a once-over. This would be Vulturemask's first patrol as a warrior, and it could prove to be a deadly one. "Ensure you're all prepared. We leave at sunhigh." It's only an hour or so away before the sun is in the middle of the sky. It would be warmest then.

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( WITH A GUNSLINGER'S DESIRE , YOU'D RATHER BURN OUT THAN SAVE IT )

 

[SUNNVAR]

It does not surprise him as it might once have, that they would patrol the edges of their world in this way. Things had been different with his home– solitary guards that spend their nights away from the warmth and comfort of the shared dens, breath fogging the cold air as they waited for things to come. Yet they had not been so close to another the way that these are. Their land hugs another, borders entwined like the roots of brother trees. Were their relationships only as kind as a forest's. Not that he was so opposed to battle– ShadowClan, however, wore a friend's face. Not that of one he could trust wholeheartedly, but he would not be so foolish to forsake kindness as it was offered.

As Badgermoon seeks him out, so too does Sunstride take stock of the warriors assigned to his name. He knows them in passing at worst, and is eager enough for their company. It seems that they would rely on the black and white tom for the more intricate matters of clan life, though he expects most all of them know enough. "We should leave as soon as the others are gathered. We should not wait for what is best done quickly." He rolls his shoulders and stretches his legs, pale claws sinking to the earth.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base 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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[Coldsnap]

IM SCARED TO GET CLOSE AND I HATE BEING ALONE
I LONG FOR THE FEELING TO NOT FEEL AT ALL
THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM

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Coldsnap was not a soft cat, and nothing would ever make him such. Even with his his heart slowly thawing to the warmth of the cats around him, the young warrior would never truly lose that edge, forever meant to play the role of something sharp and devastating.

As he made his way over with a horde of other cats, he was surprised to see Juniperfrost handing out the patrol assignments. Coldsnap didn't harbor any resentment toward the older tom for the role he played in Hyacinths exile -which was very little, in his eyes, if he were honest. If anything his annoyance lay with Sootstar and her impulsive decision. Cats fought. Coldsnap and Dandelion had fought their own clanmates, even. So it wasn't Juniperfrosts fault. The tom had no power, couldn't have made the call even if he was pissed enough to do so.

Still, that didn't mean Coldsnap liked them.

"Coalfoots sick, he can't come."

The words were not a request. At best, Juniperfrost could consider them a reminder- at worst, a command. He'd seen the spotted warrior only the other day and they were far from ready to be patrolling the territory, and if the older tom before him now thought that he would just drag him out there no questions asked then he was insane.

He didn't wait for a response- Juniperfrost wasn't his Deputy, wasn't his Leader, wasn't even a lead warrior, so he turned back to the crowd and called for the rest of his patrol, voice sharp over the clammor of the other cats. "Riverclan patrol, fall in! We leave in five!"

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windclan warrior - male - 12 months - a large, dark grey tabby with yellow eyes​

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[Coyotecrest]

I won't apologize for being who I am

The boy tossed his attention in the direction of his father, mint green eyes watching as cats around camp slowly started to gather around him. With a low huff he pushed himself to his paws to come close enough to hear whom he would be paired with. Coldsnap, and a few others he knows of. His attention rests upon the older tom as he addresses Juniperfrost with a tone to does not entirely hold the respect he thought his father deserved. His gaze narrows, tail lashing momentarily as he debates speaking up for the older warrior. However, Coyote knows his father can hold his own so instead he questions Coldsnap. "Will there be a replacement for Coalfoot?" Since the young warrior insisted Coalfoot couldn't come surely someone would take his place?​

Tryna throw shade on me say a lot 'bout you​

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[Juniperfrost]

"Is he sick? It's hard to tell with how often he fakes such nonsense to get out of doing work." He had never heard of such an ailment as to make a cat so lazy and despondent, it was obviously some ridiculous ploy to get out of having to put effort into anything and the spotted wretch could do to learn that not everyone would fall for his lies. It would be one thing if Coalfoot was a respectable member of the clan, who strove to do what he was told and followed orders but he was just another one of the whining and petulant little children who cried out in revolt to harsh language or harsher living conditions. Cats who wanted the world handed to them and not fight for it were pathetic. Juniperfrost had no patience for them.
He heard Coyotepaw's question at the young tabby and shakes his own head in answer, "If Coldsnap won't take who I give him then he takes what he has. There will be no replacement."
Perhaps, after all, it was best his son didn't have to watch that feeble minded idiot blither and cry across the border for that blasphemous silver striped she-cat and he upstart apprentice.

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[coalfoot]

———————————————【 coalfoot | windclan | male 】——————————————

【◈】Coalfoot had been fiddling with his nest at the unexpected call of Juniperfrost, the abrupt volume enough to startle him from his muddled mess of thoughts with a jolt. Huh? Patrols? Him? That's right, he recognized distantly. Duskfire was unable to handle his duties. He had been badly hurt. Weaselclaw was no longer a lead warrior. Sootstar had entrusted the duty to him, then?

The marbled tom lifted a paw to his mouth, shoulders racked with a harsh cough. Coldsnap, Snowshadow, Yewberry, and Coyotepaw to the... RiverClan border. His heart skipped a beat, but out of nerves or excitement, he couldn't tell. He had only just gotten up, heading over to the summons, when the assigned patrol leader firmly stated that he couldn't come.

Coalfoot had barely opened his mouth to insist otherwise when Juniperfrost caught his words in his throat like a hit to the windpipe. Mismatched ears tilted backward. Is that what he truly thought? He found himself struggling to find a defense, the accusation gripping like a vice, when Coyotepaw's voice speaking up snapped him out of it.

He stifled another cough as best he could, hurrying over and shaking his head as he faced Coldsnap, intercepting his path out of camp. "N-no! No no, Coldsnap, I'm fine. I can join you on the patrol." It was nearly a plead, pinned ears hot with embarrassment and eyes holding a sense of desperation and, beneath it all, a question. A request. What if she's there?

[penned by its_oliverr].

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[Galeforce]

↞ RACE THE WINDS

Hunting duty, Galeforce certainly had no objections to that. At least he wouldn't be alone on it either, though mention of Sunsetbreeze has him fluffing up. Heat rushes to his ears and he visibly gulps. "What the heck is wrong with me?!" He takes a moment to restrain himself before he nods in understanding towards Juniperfrost. "I'll get the hunters sorted out straight away. No one goes hungry tonight!" A bold promise, he knows, but he was going to give it his all!
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[Coldsnap]

IM SCARED TO GET CLOSE AND I HATE BEING ALONE
I LONG FOR THE FEELING TO NOT FEEL AT ALL
THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM

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Anger flashed through him at Juniperfrosts comment, and yellow eyes flashed coldly toward them. Is that truly what he thought of Coalfoot? That he was just some freeloader looking for an easy ride through life? For some reason, he couldn't help but take offense to the words, knowing they were far from the truth. Coldsnap couldn't pretend to know what kind of ailments the spotted tom had, but he'd never gotten the impression that Coalfoot was a liar or lazy. His random fainting spells asid, even a blind cat could see that they were sick.

"Oh? So you know better than our Medicine Cat, then?" he asked cooly, not caring that he was being insolent. No cat would get respect from him when they were stepping all over his clanmates. "Perhaps Starclan should have chosen you then, Juniperfrost." But they didn't. he wanted to add, if only to rub salt into the wound.

"Will there be a replacement for Coalfoot?"

His gaze shifted to Coyotepaw, and he nodded as Juniper spoke, agreeing with him. "Our clanmates have their own work to see to, so we'll have to pick up our own slack." he explained, figuring if there was one lesson Coyotepaw got out of this, that it should be about the importance of having each others backs. Coldsnap had lived in black and white before, had seen the world as weak and strong, worthy and unworthy. It was a fucking useless way to live, condemning others for what they lacked, for what they were. Sometimes good cats got sick, or angry, or just couldn't do something, but you didn't belittle them, or exile them, or tell them they were deserving of their faliures.

So if Coalfoot couldn't help this time around, then they'd cover for him. And in the future, when it was one of them who was down, Coalfoot would return the favor. That's what being clanmates was. It was the reason they shared their prey, taught each others children how to survive, protected each other.

Without that, they were just a group of rogues looking out for only themselves.

He nodded to the boy, telling them to follow as he turned to head over to where the others were gathered, when a voice suddenly called out.

"N-no! No no, Coldsnap, I'm fine. I can join you on the patrol."

Lips would drop into a frown as he turned to find Coalfoot practically pleading with him to be let along, and he could have growled because the only reason the spotted tom was trying to come was because Juniperfrost had made him feel like some freeloader that wasn't worthy of the rest they needed to actually get better. He opened his mouth to tell them 'no' when he caught the look and hesitated.

Hyacinthbreath.

He shut his mouth, eyes flickering away for just a moment. She would claw his ears for bringing Coalfoot out there while he was sick, but at the same time, Coldsnap understood as well as anyone that urge to want to check in on her.

But it wasn't going to be a happy reunion.

"Your going to get sicker." he warned, but the sigh that followed the words was one of resignation. "But fine. Your a grown cat, I can't stop you even if its a dumb idea." A very untrue statement. Coldsnap was quite capable of dragging Coalfoot back to his nest and making him stay, he just wasn't going to.

"Come on, then." he said, turning to gather his patrol and leave.

OOC- he's out unless he's needed for something! I love the confliction he feels toward Juniperfrost! Also, patrols going up now, peeps will be tagged!

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windclan warrior - male - 12 months - a large, dark grey tabby with yellow eyes​

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