camp YOU DON’T WANNA MESS WITH ME // Tunneler Patrol Assignments

[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR ♀​

Dawn was just barely filtering through the clouds when Sootstar beckoned the tunnelers of WindClan for their patrols. She stands proudly on the Tallrock to address them. ” @RATTLEHEART , I’d like you to lead the tunnel expansion patrol today. Yesterday one of our lesser experienced warrior’s had been leading and ran into issues with the sand we ran into. We could use your experience to get us moving forward again. Bring @curlewnose and @BUNNYPOUNCE. ” Next her gaze finds Cygnetstare, she’s been dealing with “sun-bite” as Bunnypounce had called it… Still, so long as she remained in the tunnels this should be a plenty capable task for her. ”Hm… @cygnetstare you’re to lead a patrol into our ShadowClan tunnels. Reportedly the bears have left so all should be safe, make sure the tunnels haven’t gotten to shabby. Nab some prey if you can too.” Whether this was breaking the warrior code was likely highly debatable in WindClan. The tunnels were viewed as WindClan territory, and even if ShadowClan wanted them they’d never be able to utilize them like WindClan. Sootstar doesn’t see the issue. ”Bring @SOOTSPOT , @sanguinerush and @JACKDAWHEART . @BLUEPAW I think should tag along as well, she knows how to be stealthy and hold her tongue.” She tries to find her apprentice among the crowd and gives her an encouraging nod. Now her lead tunneler, ” @SCORCHSTREAK , you’re the best tunneler WindClan has and your skill in battle is far from unknown. I want you to take the apprentices and teach them how to use the tunnels surrounding our camp to defend it if the heart of our land was ever attacked.” A clan like WindClan always had to fear that there would be a day. ”You may recruit other tunnelers to assist you, of course.” Then her tail flicks dismissively, that is all for today. The clan knew to report back to her with their findings and progress.

 

[Badgermoon]

It had been something of a relief when Sootstar had commandeered the patrol-assigning process for tunnelers. Try as he might - and though he valued their work - he just didn't understand what it was like to be a tunneler, and he had always felt somewhat like he was grasping at straws when trying to send them off. Besides, particularly now that their new project was underway, it only made sense for their tunneler-in-chief to take a particular interest in her underlings' doings. "Best of luck to you all." offered the black-and-white tom with a slightly bleary smile: drowsiness still clung to the corners of his golden eyes, and his fur had yet to be smoothed and freed from its sleep-mussed state. Unbidden, he searched for Curlewnose in the crowd, hoping and not hoping to spot the blue-patched tunneler.​

 

[BLUEFROST]

Though she will always prefer to be in Sootstar’s company when under the earth, Bluepaw has found she does not mind the company of the other tunnelers. Cygnetstare speaks strangely, but she is skilled and dedicated, which the young gray she-cat can respect. She listens to her mother call for patrols, and she gives her a curtsy in acknowledgment. Praise is hard-won from her mentor’s maw, but she certainly knows to remain quiet and obedient on an excursion to ShadowClan’s tunnels.

She looks to the two-toned warrior leading her patrol, dipping her head and curling her tail about her paws. “I’m ready whenever you are, Cygnetstare,” she says politely, ears flicking. She’s looking forward to the excursion—she hasn’t been to the ShadowClan tunnels since she and Cottonpaw were novices, still learning to use their whiskers and ears to navigate.

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  — she/her, apprentice of windclan
  — bisexual ; single
  — long-haired blue she-cat with white and green eyes
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[SOOTSPOT]

It had been some time since he had been allowed on patrol, been allowed to do something important, for reasons that went beyond the young tom's understanding. Half-expecting to be confined to camp again, the bright eyes of the Tunneler widened in surprise as he was permitted to go to ShadowClan's tunnels with Cygnetstare. He felt electricity jolt through his nerves as Sootstar offered Bluepaw assurance, sneering to himself before straightening his posture and willing the expression away with a twitch of his dull nose. She was young and inexperienced, she needed that validation... but without so much as a glance from his mother, Sootspot didn't know if he could believe those truths. Nodding politely, a yellow-green eye soon settled on Cygnetstare, quietly awaiting for the patrol to start. the ShadowClan tunnels were some of the more dangerous, he believed. The ground above seemed spongier, the scents fouler; RiverClanners may have been too broad to fit into the tunnels but he had seen ShadowClanners at former gatherings - he didn't doubt some of them could plunge into the dark depths and not feel terror at the dark should they find out. A withering glance was offered to Bluepaw and he swallowed a lump in his throat, forcing a smile onto his muzzle.


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[SCORCHSTAR]

The call of her leader draws Scorchstreak from her early-morning work, and the calico strides over to stand before the Tallrock. Patrol assignments are handed out, and she finds herself relieved, for once, not to be given the duty of checking up on the tunnels beneath the marshland. Apart from being interesting and dangerous—a thrill to traverse—the ShadowClan tunnels took her patrol a bit too close to a bear for comfort, the last time she’d been in them. Cygnetstare will surely make for a good cat to lead such a patrol, anyhow, and Scorchstreak offers a friendly flick of her tail to the pink-eyed warrior. Good luck.

Her sibling is also leading a patrol this time around, and pride warms her chest. Rattleheart will do well, she knows it. She shoots the black and white tunneler a faint smile, reassuring, before returning her attention to Sootstar. From the leader’s mouth the compliment seems more a general statement of fact than praise, and so she merely dips her head in acknowledgment. Her skills are good enough to please Sootstar, and that is all that matters. Her own assignment is, of course, to train the clan’s apprentices. It’s not as though I have one of my own, she thinks, bitterness drawing her lip into a silent snarl. "Of course," she says, dipping her head once more to Sootstar.​

[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[cygnetstare]

♱—— sootstar's yowl rings out from the rock for patrols and she flocks to it, eager to receive her assignment and set off before dawn truly broke—the last dregs of sunburn stabbing into her shoulders and neck were an unfortunate reminder. she gathers beneath it with the small group of tunnelers, listens as rattleheart is assigned to lead the tunnel expansion patrol; she dips her head to the warrior, nods in interest at the news of a less-experienced tunneler having issues. sand could be finicky, and if they were digging all the way to riverclan's border—well, there was sure to be a lot of it. the smoky leader calls her name next, the chimera lifting her head in mingled surprise and gratitude.

somehow, they weren't often chosen to lead patrols—she suspects it's that she's not terribly personable, not one inclined to words that ooze honey the owner of a tongue coated in silver. she merely nods, notes her tasks; hopefully the bears' weight hadn't dealt any damage to the tunnels their in windclan's absence, and hopefully there was prey there as well. once they're dismissed she moves towards her assigned patrolmates, tail flicking to beckon @LUCKYPAW over as well. perhaps it was a little early to bring him, but she'd already given her apprentice a taste of the shadowclan tunnels, and she felt assured he would be capable of behaving acceptably—luckypaw hadn't shown himself to be the disobedient type.

bluepaw dips her head, wraps her tail about her paws in a politeness that surprises cygnetstare—while she is far from disrespected in windclan, it's rare that she receives what would be conventionally designated as respect or much notice either (though lately, she's been getting a lot of attention to the fresh scars bracketing her neck). sootspot arrives as well, waiting in silence with a smile for the patrol to begin; she notes with some amusement her patrol is half sootstar's children, tunnelers born and bred. the other patrols have begun to gather as well, of course, but she's more focused on her own.

"ayuh, we'll head out soon as we can," she rumbles in a gravelly accent, gaze searching the crowd for the other two tunnelers, mewing, "hopefully we'll be out 'fore the sun gets too high,"

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[► BUNNYPOUNCE.]

♥​♥ RUN RABBIT, RUN RABBIT, RUN RUN RUN ♥♥​

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bunnypounce & 25 moons & female & she/her & windclan tunneler​

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With the creation of a new tunnel, the woman's visits to the camp have increased - and so, for once, bunnypounce is actually present for a meeting. Wide eyes stare up at sootstar for a moment, uncomprehending while her mind slowly catches up, but when it does she only turns her gaze onto rattleheart expectantly. She has no experience with sand, and she is not the leader of this little trip, and so she will only wait patiently for her orders. Perhaps they'll find something interesting while they're at it.

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[LUCKYPAW]

Hearing the call of Sootstar, it's still a strange feeling that he's now allowed to partake in these gatherings, no longer a kit watching curiously from afar. Yawning, Luckypaw pads over to join the rest of the crowd of tunnelers, wanting to listen in even if he's not necessarily being summoned directly. One day, though, perhaps it would be him called forward, tasked with leading some patrol - maybe even a patrol like Rattleheart's, to work on the new tunnels. Unsurprisingly, his feelings on the idea are mixed - of course, he wants to be a trusted, experienced tunneler one day, but actually leading a patrol still seems like a daunting task. The more senior tunnelers seem to take their responsibilities with grace, though, with those gathered beginning to split off into their groups for the day. Searching for either Scorchstreak's or Badgermoon's gaze, he tries to meet at least one set of eyes, to give a friendly wave before they head off on their individual duties, but a familiar dark tail catches his attention. Trotting over to the group, he'll throw one last glance over his shoulder at the other tunnelers all assembling to fulfill their own assignments before he settles in.

Stopping next to his mentor, Luckypaw seats himself briefly, though it's not until Cygnetstare speaks that it really sinks in that he's heading out on the patrol, too. Beneath ShadowClan, to repair potentially crumbling tunnels. Where beasts known as bears had been in the recent past. Sure, he'd been by the ShadowClan tunnels before, but that had been a quick visit, not - this. None of the others seem to share his apprehension, which is comforting, though to be honest, he's not certain he's ever really seen Bluepaw, Sootspot, or Cygnetstare truly so frazzled. It's only natural that he would tag along, really, with his mentor leading the patrol, and he'd have to learn his way around every sprawling tunnel eventually, but the whole situation just sounds...unfavorable. Still, it's a job that needs doing, and Luckypaw certainly isn't about to shirk his work, especially not in front of so many other cats. He offers only a dip of his head in response, and if he happens to fidget a tad bit anxiously while waiting for the rest of the patrol to gather, he'll try to pretend it's not just nerves but excitement, too, at being allowed to tag along and to experience the ShadowClan tunnels firsthand.​

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[RATTLEHEART]

Sootstar's call from the Tallrock was far from anything new for Rattleheart, and he padded over with the rest of the tunnelers without a moment of hesitation. All in all, his expectation was that he would be sent along on one of the patrols that would contribute to their growing Riverclan tunneling project, and that was enough to put a bit of a hop in his step. Excitement made a crooked grin settle on his face as he sat down nearby, large ears forward as he waited - figuring that if he was sent on such a patrol, it would be under the guidance of his sister.

To his shock, though, it was his name that left Sootstar's muzzle first, calling on him to lead a tunnel expansion patrol. The thought wasn't wholly unreasonable - he was, after all, one of the senior tunnelers around Windclan. Yet still, the thought made his head spin a little and his heart pound frantically in his chest. The familiar ache of anxiety was working its way through his limbs, but he ignored it in favor of looking towards Scorchstreak, returning her proud smile. No matter how worried he was about how this would all go... he wanted to make her proud. And not just her, but the whole of Windclan as well. He couldn't let his mind keep him from that, no matter how much it was screaming that he was going to end up ruining everything.

Looking towards Curlewnose and Bunnypounce, the tunneler offered what he hoped would be a confident smile, even if it didn't really feel that way. "Alright, well I'm sure the three of us can figure out how to deal with the sand. Let me just grab something from the freshkill pile and then we can head out." He took that opportunity to take a deep breath in as he turned, hoping it would settle his fragile nerves. Food in his stomach would help as well - hopefully.
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