welcome year zero — materials patrol

[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail can see his breath when he exhales. It doesn't feel right, seeing frost cover their camp with another moon of leaf-fall remaining. "C-Come on, let's find some materials for our d-dens," The tom mews to his patrolmates, and he leads them out of camp. Hopefully the frost will be melted by sunhigh, Foxtail thinks to himself, as his warm paws melt the frost with each step he takes. But the air feels.... harsher than usual, as if the cold even found a way to pierce through his thick, long fur.

With a swish of his tail, the lead warrior scans the area before them. Their dens need some reinforcements.... they didn't hold up too well to the fire that blazed in the twoleg camp. The fire didn't even reach their camp, and any cat can see the damage it did. It's best they are prepared for the growing cold.... and he hopes his patrol returns with plenty of materials to repair, and reinforce, den wells. The tom scans the earthly floor, and his eyes widen as he catches a glimpse of feathers hiding beneath some leaves. Foxtail brushes the leaves away, and picks up the feathers, and the tom glances over at his clanmates. "...H-Having any luck finding a-anything?" The tom's mew is muffled, but he asks anyway.​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• fox rolled a 14 so 2 points! this is an event based thread (phase 1), so make sure to roll!
  
  patrol members: @SUNPAW. @salmonshade @horizonpaw @MIDNIGHTASH @Redkit
  
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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  25 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to trops for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[Redpaw ࿐໋]

His first given patrol was to gather materials to confront the early leafbare being led by Foxtail. Lacking a specific idea of where to look, he determines that searching among the trunks of the fallen trees is a good idea. Redpaw favored his nest adorned with moss and other simple insulation materials, much because of his gigantic size. The feathers would sprawl out or get stuck in his fur instead, plus he much rather cuddle with his siblings and mother. Among the trees, he comes across fresh ferns that'd broken off from something ( it could range from wildlife or nature made, but it was a significant find, regardless ).

The red and white tabby ducks into the bushes, disappearing from view and emerges a minute later with a mouthful of ferns. His nature green gaze peers over at his patrol-mates and notes that Foxtail had collected some feathers, and the others were still searching. Redpaw was doing his best to impress Foxtail, his siblings, and mother. Ma seemed down after the death of Gladefrost and grandma Apricot, and it just meant that he needed to work harder and better. He wanted them to be proud of them and make them smile, make them forget the painful memories even if for a moment.

// rolled a 13 for 2 points [collected: ferns]
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[SUNPAW.]

Working with Foxtail has still been done in relative silence by Sunpaw, but she's had to relent in some cases. Like... now. There's far bigger things to worry about than her undecided grudge with her mentor, and with the fire, with frost covering the ground, with all the warning signs that something is happening, least of all right after the flood... Her silence is also just her focus.

It's a small patrol, lacking her friend Owlpaw, and she has to admit that some of the faces here she knows by look but not by name. Maybe... she really should fix that.

It's a thought she stashes away as they start searching. Foxtail has some luck pretty quickly with some feathers under leaves; Redpaw, too, with some ferns. They're good, reliable picks but since they've already got their paws busy, Sunpaw starts looking elsewhere. Since Foxtail had lucked out with feathers maybe...

She wanders, just a short distance away, paws carefully sweeping along the ground as she walks. It's taking a cue from her mentor that maybe something's buried underneath. And, a short distance away, nestled in a small cropping of rocks and a few puddles is a beautiful collection of downy feathers. With a bit of a giddy smile, she carefully collects every single one into her maw and trots back over, head held high. "Ta-da!" she declares, muffled.

//rolled 18. 3 points. Collected: downy feathers
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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Material gathering. The woman feels the bite of leafbare and she wonders at why it approaches so swiftly. Her eyes glimmer as she watches her apprentice, eyes closing for just a second and then they have disappeared within the bushes. She needs to go about finding her own materials and actually getting to work. Her claws hitch to hunt though but she keeps her pent up energy to herself. Shifting her paws press against the reeds and fronds, eyes searching and she slips into them before she narrows her gaze. Voices of the patrol sound out and she turns her head to look at Foxtail. Her maw is a thin line but she nods casually. "Not yet..." She speaks softly, casually before she returns to her search for something that can provide even the barest amount of warmth this leafbare. But her attention is shifted as she turns to look toward her apprentice. A smirk plays on her maw then and she nods brightly. "Well done, Redpaw." She slips back to focusing and she wanders off before bright white catches her gaze. Some grey also slips along the appendages and she knows exactly what it is. Swan feathers. Large ones.

With a daft paw she grips then and pulls them over, turning to return to her patrol mates. Happy with her find. Dropping it down with them she acknowledges Sunpaw with a light dip of her head. "We have all done well with out finds. Shall we keep looking?"

- rolled a 15, 2 points and finds feathers​

 

[salmonshade]

Leafbare had come early... In her few season-cycles of being alive, she only remembers one really bad leaf-bare, and even then... It hadn't come on early, it hadn't nearly froze all of the prey to death... It had just flooded the camp, and after their recent flood which had costed her mate a life, she had hoped that leaf-bare would be easy. Looks like she was sorely mistaken...

Ears swivel backwards as she sniffs at the ground, tearing at every rock that seems to be hiding moss but coming up empty-pawed each time. Normally she does not have issues with finding things, but today? Maybe shes just off her game...? She purses her lips together, lifting one more rock before she hears her patrol-mates voices behind her, chattering about their finds. In sheer frustration, she stalks back over to them, seating herself swiftly, winding her tail around herself to keep warm. "Nothing over there." her tongue bleeds with mild annoyance, ears swiveling backwards as she lets her gaze linger on each little thing that the others had found. From the looks of it, everyone else but her had gotten something... How embarrassing, she ignores the prickle of shame that begins to gnaw at the confines of her chest.

𝖠 𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖤𝖲 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤, 𝖨𝖬 𝖶𝖠𝖫𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖠𝖶𝖠𝖸 ଳ⋆｡ 𝖨𝖬 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖹𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲

• late to post, so she gets nothing >:)
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  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 45 months
  ❥ riverclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring horizonpaw
  ❥ chocolate tortie smoke with blue eyes ʚ♡ɞ tall & regal
  ❥ "speech, fd9367" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ taken ʚ♡ɞ lesbian
  ❥ smells like freshly cut grass & rain ʚ♡ɞ echoes of greenleaf
  ❥ penned by chuff

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