STICKS AND STONES — patrol assignments

[Orangestar]

"Gather for patrol assignments." Orangeblossom calls, taking her place between the roots of Highbranch's trunk. She's getting a little more used to doing this, less daunting now that she's found a comfortable divot and taken that place whenever necessary. She waits for a small crowd to gather, drawn by interest and curiosity, before she starts.

"I'll be taking @eveningpaw , @SNORLAXMOON and @VIOLETPAW to the ThunderClan border." She elects herself patrol leader this time, keen for the trek to their neighbours in the trees. They've had strained relations with ThunderClan for some time now, but she does want to at least warn them of the foxes. Just in case.

Her attention swivels. She's not entirely familiar with her choice in patrol leader towards their southern border, but this would be a good test of character for the raven-furred molly. " @SPARKSTORM. , you're assigned to the Twolegplace border. Take @angelpaw , @REDSTORM ! and @Howlpaw ."

" @Ferretwhisker , you're heading for RiverClan with @TWITCHPAW , @HUCKLEBERRY and @Winterwink ." She harbours no ill feelings towards the prideful daylight warrior, proven by her decision to appoint him leader of the border patrol. Granted, it's an easy patrol, though with how swollen the river is at the moment it's no dismissal of the patrol's overall skill.

The next group is not one she wants to announce, but the deaths of two of their warriors necessitates it. "With the news of the foxes moving into SkyClan territory, we have decided to take action before they get too comfortable. @sheepcurl has offered to lead this patrol in my place due to my injuries and I'd like to send @SLATE , @Sharpeye , @Hailstone and @ThistleBack with you. Your apprentices, at your discretion, may also attend." @Quillpaw and @GREENPAW , at least, would do well to keep up - she's less sure, however, about the younger cats among that number. @SUNPAW. , the second of Sheepcurl's apprentices, is inexperienced. @Bananapaw is learning, and while her choice isn't entirely bias on Orangeblossom's part she's inclined to keep her sister safe. @-Wildpaw- is, well, wild and unpredictable - she's concerned that he might distract the others; and @Snowpaw is still getting back into the sway of Clan life. It'd be unwise to toss him back into the deep end.

"Finally, @DAWNGLARE and @Fireflypaw have requested I send a herb gathering patrol out under their supervision. @PERCHPAW , @SILVERSMOKE and @CHRYSALISPAW will be going on this one. Stay out of trouble, we're already short on resources." Her whiskers twitch. She's run out of names to call in this round.

"Dismissed."

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✦ ooc ✦ info

• set slightly retro to coyote's return and the latest meeting! as always if i forgot your character and you'd signed up on the discord please ping me<3
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  ✦ orangeblossom, deputy of skyclan
  — mentor to eveningpaw.
  ✦ 26 moons, she/her
  ✦ fluffy white and ginger cat with brown eyes. torn left ear, scar on right foreleg. injured!
  ✦ bi, single. @ on discord for plots.
  ✦ "speech" — thoughts

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[SILVERSMOKE]

Sometimes, he couldn't tell if Orangeblossom actually liked him or not. On and on he listened to the patrol assignments, his ears twitching at the names he disliked the most. He raised his head higher at mention of the foxes, then lower when it was clear that wasn't his role, then he froze as he was finally assigned herb duty with four other felines. Oh. On a patrol surrounded by children and Dawnglare, the hours spent scouring the territory for herbs would be some of the most daunting ones in his life. He'd never had a chance to properly speak to the medicine cat, but he'd overheard enough about him to know that he was... difficult. It was hard to judge how ill-intentioned someone was when they seemingly had no intentions, when they were just a whimsical little dandelion blowing wherever the wind took them. Silversmoke offered the deputy a pained look, his teeth grinding together at the thought of what the medicine cats would potentially get him doing. With a nod, he relented, a dutiful frown sewn upon his silvery muzzle. "Very well, Orangeblossom." Hopefully, there wouldn't be much time for chit-chat, and he could simply get the medicine and leave.
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[HUCKLEBERRY]

( ☼ ) twin tufted ears would flick in the direction of their bicolor deputy who calls for everyone to gather so patrol assignments can be given out, huckleberry is placed upon the riverclan patrol with ferretwhisker being the one who leads them. for a minute he has to rummage through the piles of information in his brain to recall who that was, the tom isn't sure he knows a whole lot about the daylight warrior aside from little things he's heard here and there from others.

after the tasks have been given out, the lofty tom sets off to search for his companions and when he does he greets them with a wave of his plumed tail and a smile. "ah'm ready ta head out whenever ya'll are."
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( i hear the wandering streams and the song of the birds )

 

[SPARKSTORM.]

I keep trying to find me​

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Sparkstorm's head perked up as patrols were called, and the young warrior was made to lead a patrol towards the twoleg place and her green gaze brightened up with excitement within her paw. Of course the patrol was a small group assisting of her, Redstorm and two apprentices. Her gaze flicking over towards the lead warrior with a gentle nod, excitement running through her paws like electric, she totally has this under control, she was sure of it.​

"speak""Thoughts"​

 

[CHRYSALISWING]

Trailing his mentor was the flame-and-sable feline, as though the fire snaking forth with its tail of cinders in its wake, a flush of color among the sterile hues of the winter. Chrysalispaw lamented how his fur stood out from the pallid varnish of the season, how the fae winds tickled and tugged at wilts of his coat, and how the cold seemed to gnaw past even the hot-blooded flesh. Though there was no wrathful blizzard to speak in awe of, there would always be the aftermath of frostbitten ire. A grimace scrawled itself on his maw at the thought of accompanying that feather-brained Dawnglare along to gather herbs, where the serpent-like medicine cat would prattle on about 'Mother' and how nature deigned itself to punish all of them, how the snowstorm of abstract origin was somehow their fault. Chrys would just hope to block all of it out and get the necessary herbs. The snow had already muffled and strangled the green out of the land, and with what little verdant there was, it would inevitably bow and brown. Still, Chrys at least understood the necessity of the effort. He wouldn't enjoy it, though.

Still, the tom's head only bobbed slightly in acknowledgment, as though the deputy's words simply whistled through the tom's keen ears. Mismatched eyes glared at the rest of the felines that slowly gathered and babbled amongst each other, like swarms of droning flies, only good for being swatted and sworn at. The content of their talk was equally as trivial, and the apprentice simply bided his time and waited for the patrol to depart. He stood an arm's length away from Silversmoke, though closer to him than anybody else.
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[PERCHPAW]

W-What?. Perchpaw looked up from after having stared down at his paws this whole time to avoid meeting anyone's eyes. That was scary and he swore he was going to die if he locked eyes with someone. It was nothing to compare to this nightmare though. The poor apprentice's eyes widen up in terror. Him on the same patrol as Dawnglare?. The medicine cat with that dreadful smile, the same smile he had nightmares about every single night. The same cat he swore was going to eat him one day. That Dawnglare?.

His legs started to tremble in fear and with a soft whine Perchpaw would return back to stare down at his paws in terrified defeat now with tears in his eyes. He didn't want to go. All he could picture in front of himself was Dawnglare with that wide nightmarish grin and this eyes that looked ready to swallow him whole. He held back a sob so he wouldn't start a scene, not wanting to break down crying in front of his clanmates. That for sure would kill him of embarrassment. I don't wanna go. Perchpaw wanted to stay back here in camp where the big scary medicine cat probably wouldn't eat him. If he not already was at home he would want to go home now....


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[DAWNGLARE]

It hadn't truly registered to him, then. The murmurings of herb patrols. Something that he has never needed, and never will. Blinded by the heat of discussion, he'd hardly considered it a thing that would be tangible. So usually one to ignore things like this, he only catches the note of his name in passing. Even a title as great as his sounds ugly on her tongue. His lips twitch. Something threatened a smile, but not quite, would it appear. "I've done no such thing," he huffs. (Truly, his memories were hazy. Freshly risen from a fitful sleep, he strained to reach back...)

An unimpressed eye turns to those named. Or at least, the faces he saw either light up or darken with despair. Name to faces, not quite his forte... they were not worth remembering. All that was important is who he was. Would that not be enough to soothe any wayward soul? Only a fool should react disdainfully, and it seemed that the brunt of his chosen soldiers were fools. At the very least, she'd had the decency to include them. Particular, particular, these things were... They hadn't the brains to perform what they needed to, not without a loving face behind their shoulder. Lucky them, that she accommodated them; ensured that they wouldn't be utterly aimless. A notch, at least.

And he cannot deny the subtle satisfaction that worms its way onto his face. Patrols were nothing he cared about, but leading was a different practice entirely. Always well-fit for it since kithood. A gait that betrayed knowledge, face that demanded worship. Never, oh never, would he refuse more to mold to his whims. If only for a short, short time...

Smiling now, he finds himself content with his duties. Who is he but a caretaker? Who is he but a teacher? And to them, he would teach. Beyond help, the lot of them, surely. But this was only part of fun.

His eyes narrow on a shuddering grey face, before they're up and away. Half-lidded gaze to the very sky it resembles. "Well, then." Dreamy, he blinks towards those named, before, with a flourish, they are summoned, and his paws patter against the freezing ground.​