Open Camp CHANGE THE WORLD | hunting patrols

[BRIGHTPETAL]

His limbs were shaking willow branches, each breath in and out a lifeline as he scrambled up the side of the ravine, clinging to its edge like a burr as he attempted to get a better view of all of his clanmates. In any other circumstance, he would not have wavered calling out the name of his home, but today, the pressure was intense. "ThunderClan! The weather is beautiful, isn't it? StarClan smiles down upon us all!" It was frigid, chilly, the ravine kept out the worst winds but it wasn't enough to call it pleasant. Still, it was better than it could've been, his first leafbare had certainly been harder than this one (in terms of temperature, he dread not think the toll that conscious had had on the season) "Everyone's going hunting, so listen up to where you're going! I'll only be saying it once. Once you're partnered up, join your buddies so I know who I haven't called." Brightpetal grinned as his paw fidgeted for balance upon the corner of his spot, somewhat unnatural in its width but wholly innate as he pictured his clanmates covered in leaf-litter and fox dung.

"Starting with... Ghostrike, Harechaser, Ashmoon and Honeysucklecry. I would bet a whisker that there's some juicy prey near the Owl Tree, please prove me right." Eyes locked onto each patrol member approvingly, his gaze warm with trust. "And then... Thunderflash, could you take Magnoliapeak, Graybird and Murkyfang down? Not like... kill them, just... down like the direction. Uh... that way," He pointed with his paw in a southwards direction, hoping the other tom would understand. He didn't wait long enough to confirm it. "Owlbark, Scalejaw, Gentleflame, Tuliptail, you know those sunny rocks? Can you go see if there's anything worth catching there?"

It was almost fun, watching clanmates partner up and listen to what he was saying. But, the weight of it all seemed to be recalled as he found the Medicine Cat within the crowd, heart stuttering. 'Right... as fun as it's supposed to be... there's a lot that could go wrong...' "Serpentberry needs some help carrying plants around... Maplefrost, Dewshine and... Copperstorm? Wanna give her a paw?" He blinked fervently, waiting for her approval before moving on. "Aaaand Ravensmoke, Darkplume, Persimmonswirl and Chanterelseeker, there's an area by the... wait... no... actually..." Camp, once split in two, now seemed to heavily favour one side over the other. Thunderflash's words replayed in his mind, as did Juniperstar's - everyone meant everyone, he thought literally. And yet...

"Just... maybe watch camp for us, ok? I know I said everyone is going hunting but um... kittens can't really fight, letting them near a badger'd be a bad idea, so that'll be your duty instead if one shows up, ok? Maybe two of you can keep watch and two of you can do some kitsitting or cleaning, I for one wouldn't enjoy coming home to a brittle nest. And speaking of kittens and nests... apprentices, you've got a special task! You're going to find some things to keep the kittens busy." He looked to who was left in the crowd, a sole figure remained out of the warriors, a frankly intimidating tom. "Monstergrowl, d'you mind keeping an eye on them?"

Was that everyone? Other clanmates may not have attended his call so readily, either unaware of his new rank or simply busy elsewhere. His ears momentarily swivelled back as he descended from his perch, refusing to look at the earth until it was less than a tail-length away. He may have landed on all four paws if he'd fallen, but that didn't make the thought of making a mousebrain out of himself any less terrifying. "Alright, lets get going! StarClan be with you!"

[ Any text beneath the patrol list is an optional prompt for you to use if you'd like! <3 As Brightpetal hasn't assigned himself a patrol, he is likely to randomly join in on someone else's

Owl Tree: @GHOSTSTRIKE [LEADING], @Harechaser, @Ashmoon, @honeysucklecry

Mouse fur seems to be scattered about in cylindrical pellets... it doesn't seem to disrupt hunting, but ThunderClan hasn't hunted here recently... has it?*

South Borders: @THUNDERFLASH [LEADING], @Magnoliapeak, @Graybird, @Haunt

An argument breaks out between clanmates, threatening to disrupt the entire patrol.

North of Sunningrocks: @OWLBARK [LEADING], @scalejaw, @GENTLEFLAME, @Tuliptail

Prey is scarce in this location, but the river seems to be teeming with life. Is it time to give fishing a go? (It is likely to be too challenging for ThunderClan cats)

Sunningrocks: @GravelPath [LEADING], @Dawnsong, @ROOSTERSTRUT, @hazelheart

Despite Leafbare's best attempts, the sun still hits the rocks *just* right. No one will mind if you take a quick nap, right?

Serpentberry's Herb Patrol: @serpentberry [LEADING], @maplefrost, @Dewshine, @Copperstorm

Congrats! A normal patrol! But... if things are going well... perhaps there's room to gossip about some of ThunderClanners not on your patrol.

Other Warriors: @Ravensmoke, @DARKPLUME, @persimmonswirl, @Chanterelleseeker

Defending camp definitely appears to be an afterthought for your new Deputy, four cats defending the entirety of ThunderClan's camp is very low, especially given recent events. Tensions may run high... perhaps a false alarm is raised, if so, how do you react?

Apprentices: @rowanpaw, @trufflepaw, @Rampaw (with @MONSTERGROWL as supervisor)

The apprentices have been tasked with finding things to keep the kittens entertained! But, perhaps they'd like to keep some things for themselves too!

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[THUNDERFLASH]

His positivity bleeds. Thunderflash is relieved to see it.

The weeks following the ambush had felt heavy, mouth full of sand and unable to choke it down or spit it out. His side had been wounded, Ghoststrike had been nowhere inbetween hanging over him or avoiding him (or, at least, it felt that way,) and then three litters of kits got born in the deep of winter. Admittedly, there was less mouths to feed now, and as soon as he could, he was hunting again. Then Juniperstar had given the title of deputy to Brightpetal, and he thinks.. well. Thunderflash swallows as Brightpetal calls them into a small gathering, likely to assign patrols like Serpentberry had before. He thinks that this could work, maybe.

His ears perked at the instructions, and slowly he nodded. Ghoststrike's name was called, and he was pushing to his paws to fall in- but his name wasn't called with the brute's. A frown found his face, shifting back towards Brightpetal. No, they didn't have to be together on every patrol, but there was a sore tug at his heart not being able to join him on patrols. It's fine, it's whatever. A breath is blown out as they shuffle together, waiting for the next round of names to get called. His name is the very next one, another patrol lead awarded his direction. Smug satisfaction at the thought of doing well before is followed by slight dread, then irritation in the wake of it, like a spark finding the ground and waiting for a fuel source.

Blue eyes shift towards Magnoliapeak, ears turning to press backwards against his head. He wasn't like his friends, couldn't keep his emotions off of his face. What Brightpetal says is almost funny, almost in line with what his body aches for, but his mind and heart know better. A breath is taken, forcing a smile onto his face, hoping that this could smooth over. That it could work. He joins the other three of his patrol members. Southward. He catches on, and slowly nods his head. "Aye, I can do tha'." He calls in response, tail tucking around his paws.

The rest of the patrols are rattled off, and he really isn't listening, eyes shifting towards Ghoststrike in the distance- he isn't looking- before turning towards the three next to him. Stars, give me strength. "Alrigh', grab a small bite t' eat. We're movin' out in just a few ticks." He instructs, though he doesn't wait to eat himself.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclanner, twenty moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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Thunderclans hierarchy was already a mess as far as Ghost was concerned. There was a leader, sure, and 'warriors', but none of that really meant anything when the job descriptions weren't clearly outlined. Cats just sort of came and went as they pleased, picking up whatever work or chores they were in the mood to do. It was working out well enough so far, but the dark tabby had a feeling that was only because nothing had coming alone to challenge the fragile infrastructure they'd created for themselves. Thus, the addition of a 'Deputy' to the group didn't really mean much to Ghost aside from having another person standing over him calling shots. Not that Juniperstar made a habit of doing so, but power had a way of eventually corrupting.

Though, Brightpetal as her choice didn't exactly give the impression of someone easily corruptible. Hell, Ghost was having a hard time getting over the fact that the red tomcat was second in command at all, so envisioning them going rogue was a little more difficult.

Opinions and thoughts aside, Ghost did get to his paws and head over to listen in case it was anything important. To his surprise it was another call for patrols, the first since Serpentberry had sent them out to explore the new territory. He wasn't surprised to hear his name called to lead another group out, but he still wasn't thrilled over the idea of Thunder being elsewhere. Under someone elses watch, where he couldn't interfere if things went south.

But they all had jobs to do, and it was easier to dismiss whatever that discontent was this time around.

"We're heading out as soon as Brightpetals done here." the tom rumbled softly as he joined up with his group, listening as the next group -led by Thunder- was put together. Thent he next. And the next. For a moment Ghost worried the other intended to literally send everyone-- in which case he would have promptly cancelled his own in order to stand guard at camp– but they seemed to catch themselves toward the end.

He's too green. Ghost thought to himself grimly, wondering how long it would take someone so inexperienced to fall into a more confident rhythm. Or screw it up, and get someone killed.

When everything was finally said and done, Ghost got to his paws and gestured for the others to follow with a flick of his tail, forcing his eyes ahead less they spare an unwarranted glance toward blue eyes and brown fur.

They'd see each other when it was done.

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fthunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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[hazelheart]

(🜲) bright eyes find the flaming pelt of juniperstar's chosen deputy, flickering with recognition as hazelheart's name is called. padding closer, the earthen molly flicks her ears, quietly appreciative of the younger tom's jovial tone. thunderclan has too long been a place of darkened sorrow. even if she personally still carries with her the heaviness from the previous moon, she is gladdened by the lighter tone of thunderclan's newest man in charge. "thanks for organizing," she murmurs to brightpetal, blinking kindly at the man before seeking out the familiar gaze of gravelpath.

juniperstar has set thunderclan up to be successful, hazelheart thinks hopefully. passing by ghoststrike, she glances at the younger tom, slightly amused by the other's low grumble. thunderflash too doesn't seem too enthusiastic, and as the two seem to come as a set, it doesn't surprise hazel. the tomcats are pessimists, but hazelheart does her best to keep her head up, her eyes forward, heart open as she moves to gather with her patrol. she trusts juniperstar, loves her sister in law dearly. certainly the woman has been guided by the stars, by bracken's own paw to make her decision. brightpetal will be a good deputy.

I NEED MY GOLDEN CROWN OF SORROW 🜲 MY BLOODY SWORD TO SWING

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  a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold

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[Ravensmoke]

RAVEN OF THUNDERCLAN

Ravensmoke's disbelief was thick in the air as he stared at the newly appointed deputy, listened to him rattle on about the patrols and who would go on them. The title was handed to a kit, a damn rookie!! Someone who was younger than him and clearly inexperienced in the ways of leadership. The fur on his back bristled involuntarily, and his amber eyes narrowed in a mixture of frustration and resentment. This couldn't be right.

The Clan was stretched thin, sent out in waves for various patrols, leaving behind the few who were left in camp. Ravensmoke counted the cats who had been left behind: him, Darkplume, Persimmonswirl, Chanterelleseeker, Monstergrowl, and the paws and kits. And, of course, Juniperstar, who had her paws full with kits and probably couldn't focus on anything else at the moment.

It felt wrong. This couldn't be how things were supposed to play out. The Clan's strength was weakened, and the ones left behind weren't warriors capable of filling the gaps. He turned to look at the others who were stuck with him, a frown pulling at his face, his ears flat against his skull in frustration. He felt isolated, left to deal with something that felt like a punishment rather than a choice.

" Whatever you think is best, Brightpetal. " he muttered dryly, pushing himself to his paws with a sense of defeat. There wasn't much more to say, he was going to stay on guard, whether he agreed with the decisions made or not. His gaze shifted toward the exit of the camp, his mind already focused on the task of keeping watch, making sure no enemies or unexpected threats would catch them off guard.

But his thoughts churned uneasily. What kind of leadership was this?

"IN THE DARK, I HEARD MY NAME." ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— "Lift your broken crown, and let's be warriors."

 

[Copperstorm]

COPPER OF THUNDERCLAN

Copperstorm had been listening closely to Brightpetal, but the more the young deputy spoke, the more his confusion grew. It was becoming apparent that Brightpetal wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. The weather had a chill to it, but it was manageable enough, sure, sure. Then there was talk of four cats heading to Owl Tree, and another group set to go-- wait, what direction? Copperstorm caught Thunderflash's eyes for a brief moment, silently hoping the other warrior had understood the assignments better than he had.

More patrols were called out, and Copperstorm's confusion quickly shifted to dread. Brightpetal was clearing out the camp, leaving only the apprentices, queens, and kits behind. Copperstorm's body tensed, and he instinctively wanted to protest. But before he could speak up, his own name was called, along with Maplefrost, Dewshine, and... Serpentberry.

A heavy stone seemed to fall into his stomach as he turned to glance at the medicine cat. The unspoken tension between them lingered, and Copperstorm couldn't shake the unease building in him.

For a moment, he thought Brightpetal might send the last of their warriors out on another patrol, and his eyes shot to the young deputy in alarm. Thankfully, Brightpetal stopped himself, realizing his mistake. He quickly stated that the remaining warriors would stay behind to defend the camp. Copperstorm couldn't help but feel that there weren't nearly enough to properly guard the camp.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Copperstorm nodded to Dewshine and motioned for them to follow. He padded over to Serpentberry, hoping Maplefrost would join them soon. " So... " he began, his tone firm but calm. " Where do you want to go, Serpentberry? "

you walk along the edge of danger ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

mention of @maplefrost @serpentberry @BRIGHTPETAL @Dewshine and @THUNDERFLASH

 

[Harechaser]

It'd been a while since Harechaser left camp. For a while, she'd preferred to stay behind—her heart just not feeling that sense of adventure or duty. In truth, she had a hard time getting herself out of her nest. She hadn't been as badly injured as many of the others, but the ambush had taken its toll on all of them. Every day since had been a dull, gray mess—one she had to endure regardless. If she could, she'd force a smile and try to make others feel better, because after everything they'd lost, that was the only way she could find a little solace for herself.

Juniperstar and so many others had done their best to pave a better future for them. Their blood and tears had watered the seeds sown beneath their paws, and Harechaser hoped that it would grow into something beautiful—more than just a sprig of green in the dirt, as hopeful as that was to see.

Now, as she bounced softly, paw to paw, waiting for Brightpetal to start, she was tired of sitting around camp. She was ready to do her part.

When her name was called her ears perked. The she-cat padded over to her group, keeping her mouth shut so as not to interrupt Brightpetal, but studying each face with a spark of renewed enthusiasm. "Understood," she acknowledged to Ghoststrike, not at all surprised to see him leading their patrol today. He always had a paw in everything, exuding an experience that she didn't have.

Still, she would support him and the others as best as she could.

___________________ Broken smile, tired eyes, I can feel your longing heart ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎ Call my name, howling from afar ________________

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• Harechaser she/her & thunderclan
  𓃹 LH chocolate smoke with low white and amber eyes. Also a thick feathered half-tail from an injury.
  𓃹 Airy and lilted voice. Strange sounding but not necessarily unpleasant.
  𓃹 Overly cautious nd hesitates to take risks.
  𓃹 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted For other powerplays, DM.
  𓃹 Smells earthy and of pine needles.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[OWLBARK]

Owlbark was unsure of Juniperstar's choice in deputy. He held hope, though, that the young tom called Brightpetal would grow into his role. He had hope that the responsibility of leadership would shape this bumbling, enthusiastic tom into a firm and caring leader for the clan. His age could be a boon, and his life could be spent caring for the clan until the end of his days.

All of those thoughts are crushed at their first round of patrol assignments. His use of childish words and the way he stumbled and pauses as he spoke made Owlbark flex his claws into the ground after he sat before Brightpetal. When his name was called, he shot a glare at the deputy. The way he asked instead of directed him and his clanmates made his fur prickle in agitation. A leader would not ask for his clanmates to patrol. A leader would order them to.

A sneaking and sharp thought rang in his mind. Hawthorne would not have chosen him. The thought is quickly pushed aside. Hawthorne was gone. Juniperstar was here. Owlbark inhaled sharply and stood to his feet. "Understood," he responded quietly. He looked to his patrolmates and quickly jerked his head to the camp entrance. Without waiting for them to fall in, the tom stalked from camp.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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