time is a construct | intro

[TIGGERBOUNCE]

Huffing and puffing signalled the arrival of SkyClan's (most likely) roundest daylight warrior. Already a bit stout due to his parent's lineage, the cat's almost full-time status as a kittypet had made him soft and squishy around the middle, his neck rolling over his leather collar, and his paws hitting his swinging belly as he walked. As far as cats went, he was fat, and he loved nothing more than to be exactly as squishy as he was now. As a soldier in the marsh group, his features may have been rotund but it was a constant struggle to find food that didn't have to be shared. He didn't have to share food now! He got a good helping of pellets every morning and every night .... and the scraps off the table..... and a helping of treats for being such a good boy (which he absolutely was.)

His warrior duties were largely.... optional. He had maintained a standing with SkyClan since its inception to in turn maintain a relationship with his mother but truthfully, honestly, truly: kittypet life was just better! However, in order to keep his slot among the clan cats, he had to show up and perform some basic duties. Basic duties like dawn patrol! ....which he was late for..... again.....

"I'm here!" He huffed and puffed, a large smile plastered onto his flat face. "I'm here now, we can go now!"​

 

[GREENEYES]

A break from his unlucky streak, Greeneyes is finally, finally assigned to a patrol. Though it's a dawn patrol, of which he usually isn't fond of himself, he finds himself grateful for the moment away from the camp - even if it's so early.

However, the patrol is left waiting - a member missing. Tiggerbounce. Of course, the daylight warrior isn't here. He shouldn't be surprised, really, but had he known this was going to happen, he would have slept in a little longer.

But, at least the daylight warrior shows up eventually. Greeneyes can't say the same of some of the other daylight warriors around here. If it were Snorlaxmoon on this patrol instead of Tiggerbounce, well, he's sure this patrol would've gone forth without him. Orange ears twitch at the flat-faced tom as he huffs and puffs his way over. A smile on his face, Greeneyes smiles back - glad they can finally start the patrol, that he can leave camp for a little while.

"Morning, Tiggerbounce. Glad you decided to show up!" he greets the daylight warrior with a nod of the head. He looks to the rest of the patrol, a verdant gaze scanning over the other warriors. Was anyone else missing? "Are we good to go now?"
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[BRAMBLEHEART]

જ➶ A soft yawn pulls from the throat of the young warrior as he lifts a paw to gently rub at his eye. It is early, much too early but he has little choice in the matter given that he has been chosen to go on the dawn patrol. Though he doesn't find himself minding it too bad honestly. Yet he is not..the most limber in the morning as most others are. His eyes narrow as they watch for the last remainder of their patrol, deciding to do some stretches to trh ans alleviate some of the stiffness in his joints. With a quick arching of his back he flexes his claws against the ground before hearing the voice of the one they have been waiting for. Tiggerbounce. Blinking soft honey brown eyes the tom manages a small smile toward the daylight warrior as he shifts and gets to bis paws. "Good morning, Tiggerbounce." He speaks gently as he readies himself and hopes those herbs he has gotten from Dawnglare will do him good. He doesn't want to have to leave the patrol early.

"I think that is everyone. We need to get a move on to make sure nothing is amiss." He is ready to go afterall. Shifting his paws to press them gently against the ground.​

 

[Johnnyflame]

HE SAID, "WELL MY NAME'S JOHNNY, AND IT MIGHT BE A SIN
BUT I'LL TAKE YOUR BET, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET, CUZ IM THE BEST THERE'S EVER BEEN."​

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"Ah, finally with us, are ye?" asked Johnnyflame, a brow quirking from where he was seated by the entrance, waiting with the rest of the patrol. He often prided himself on his patience, especially with kittypets since he was one as well, as the shiny red collar around his neck alluded to- but that didn't mean he was willing to make excuses. The life of a warrior wasn't for every cat, and while a part of him hated admitting that, it was true. And sometimes he wondered if Tigger was really happy dragging themselves out here each morning.

They're here, aren't they? That's something. he chided himself mentally as he got to his paws, leading the way out into the pine forest beyond and deciding to shake off the minor irritation of having been made to wait- again.

"Beautiful morning for a patrol, isn't it boys? Might even be able to find some prey on the way in, help out the early hunting patrol- what do you say?." he asked, amber eyes flicking among the three other toms to gauge their interest.

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[TIGGERBOUNCE]

In truth, Tigger wasn't much of a hunter anymore. It was a droll thing to participate in when Twolegs would give you nummy food just for being cute. Easy food, squishy food that didn't require any preparation or energy expended catching it or anything! It was a heavenly compromise in Tigger's mind, though he knew not all of his clanmates shared his sentiments. There were still full-time SkyClanners like Brambleheart and Greeneyes and they had to eat too, right?

Right. So Tigger gives a little nod to the lead warrior and lets his eyes close in a happy little blink. "Sounds cool! Just as long as we're back before before noon, I have a bath scheduled today after lunch-time!" A bath would indeed be needed after this to get the icky scent of prey off his paws. "After you, boss man!"​

 

[SILVERSMOKE]

"You're late." Disgust rippled off the large cat in waves as he stared down the orange feline, claws flexing into the soft camp earth. Sleep still crusted at the corners of his eyes, enough to make his blinks slower than usual with the uncomfortable feeling pooling in the edges of them. Johnny and Greeneyes, whatever they believed behind their friendly-enough visages, had been too soft on the Daylight Warrior through the eyes of the seasoned Lead. If the kittypets wanted to be treated like they belonged in SkyClan, they had to act as if they belonged in SkyClan - no lateness, no stealing food, no... what did Tigger just say? He shot the flat-faced cat an incredulous look, a brow cocked as he tried to recall the past two seconds to see if he had heard it right. A bath?! The fur across his spine flared - he wouldn't even share tongues with his clanmates! He'd prefer to do it with whatever sick apparition the Twolegs used! Silversmoke inhaled sharply, Johnny's scarlet collar in the corner of his eye a reminder that he shouldn't completely blow up on the near-stranger.

As tempting as it was; he hoped that was just Tigger's incompetence, and not a sign of complacency among the Daylight Warriors now that the best of them had earned a shiny spot by Blazestar's side. It still felt like salt on an open wound, even if someone had technically earned a position alongside him, they still put in half the work by leaving for some Twoleg nest every day. One good deed shouldn't have been enough for recognition when it was expected, Silver wished he knew that was himself talking and not the jealousy that burned in his chest. He wouldn't even get started on Slate, lest his blood burst before the entire patrol. Stalking to the edge of the camp, Silversmoke lashed his plumy tail. "I appreciate knowing that, should we run late because of a badger attack, you'll be at my side the entire time." His voice was strained with a venom, not unlike that which belonged to the snakes that Johnny hunted. He let out a sharp sigh and turned to the patrol lead. "I will follow you wherever you're needed, let's be off quickly." 'Before I hunt a kittypet instead.'

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