EMERGENCE OF THE SUN ☼ ] PATROLS 10/25 [

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It still feels like there's water swimming behind his eyeballs every time he closes them. He feels like not a part of him is safe, each time he settles down to rest on what meager nest he had scraped together for right now. Goldenroar pushes the feelings off for right now, pulling his eyes open, focusing them on the small rock he settles on during meetings- and when he calls patrols. And while he doesn't want to send bodies out of camp for things beyond camp restoration, well, it was necessary. He doesn't think Shadowclan would encroach, but there was something in the eyes of that deputy of theirs....

He grunts softly, pushing to his paws and stepping his way over. "WINDCLAN! Let's get some things done." Goldenroar calls, settling down on the rock. He ignores the murmuring in camp that continues, instead calling names. There's no fanciful cushioning this time around- he's tired, and he's sure they are too, and the work just piles up. Ah, well. "Nutmegpurr. I'd like for you to take Silentstep and Rippleshade to the Skyclan border. I don't expect they'd be ferrying themselves over the bridge, but with th' rain, scent markers are sure to be thin." He says, explaining in short. "With that in mind too- Merrystalk. Take Staggerdance and Harefoot to the Shadowclan border, please." He offers his brother a short, sweet smile, then turns away to look towards their leader.

"Dustystar, I'm asking that you take a hunting patrol to the inner territory. Ashbird, Swiftwatcher, Lightning-growl. You'll all go with her." He says, and while it may be a request to Dustystar, it isn't so much so to the warrior's names he called. "I'll be headed to Fourtrees- Solacewhisper, Molewhisker, you're to follow me." He says, spotting them in the crowd each before he continues on. "Dimmingsun- I know you're awful busy. If you need paws to grab herbs or anything of the sort, feel free to let me know and I can split them off for you, yeah?" Goldenroar states, waiting for confirmation before...

This came slightly easier. A soft breath left him. "Plague." He calls. "I have a special request for you- lead a lesson for the kits. I'll have Wisteriasong and Fogstare retrieve you some long grass and other material to rebuild some dens with. Keep their paws busy, yeah?" Goldenroar says, eyes intent on the caretaker. She's been... strange, since she arrived. He thinks it's due time for her to do a little bit around here beyond eat their prey, especially during this time. Maybe that was callous of him? He doesn't particularly care right now.

"That's it, then. Go on." He dismissed them.

  • "speech"

    // ALLLLRIGHT so just as a heads up, these patrols can be event themed, meaning they'll count towards phase three of the event! I'll give you some soft prompts to nudge you in a direction, but feel free to be creative and do as you please! (It does still apply that you need to get the event themed thread done before the deadline, and not just the end of October, for it to count towards the event!)

    // SKYCLAN: @nutmegpurr @Silentstep @Rippleshade -> Heading to the Skyclan border brings higher ground, but a raging gorge. Dry paws means more abundant things, but with it comes the chill of leaf-fall... do you try to pick up extra pieces of prey for the hungry mouths back at clan, or do you focus on the patrol?
    // SHADOWCLAN: @Merrystalk @STAGGERDANCE @harefoot -> It looks like there's an abundant amount of frogs littering this side of the Thunderpath, where puddles had accumulated from the serious rains. Do you decide to try this delicacy of Shadowclan's? Or is that monster going right for the puddle in the Thunderpath? Look out!
    // HUNTING: @Dustystar @ASHBIRD @Swiftwatcher @Lightning'growl -> You aren't the only ones enjoying the bit of sunlight after the intense amount of rain- is that a big, fat hare using our tunnels to peek out of?
    // FOURTREES: @Solacewhisper @Molewhisker -> Goldenroar is aching for a good nest again. It's clear he's (playfully, but still) selfishly lead the patrol to Fourtrees to collect moss that's halfway decent. For him, and the rest of camp too.
    // KIT LESSONS: @Plague @wisteriasong @Fogstare -> Wisteriasong and Fogstare retrieve grass, gorse, leaves- anything you could need to rebuild some of the more built dens. How does the lesson go? Do you rebuild dens and nests in hours, or something else?
  • GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty one moons.
    a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
    mentored by who / mentoring dandelionpaw
    older brother to merry
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

    mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)
 
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Plague rests near her kittens, with her arms folded neatly in front of her. Patrols are something she hardly pays attention to - until today, she had no need. They are meaningless words that tumble into one ear and out the next, muted and dull as if her head was under water. It is not until she hears her own name that her chin lifts, fixing the golden-swirled tom with a startled stare.

What could he possibly want from her? She hardly knows this territory, and she would never leave the children to hunt without them. Not after one of them got so easily swept away by the medicine cats and whatever she thinks is more important in them than her own family. Plague's whiskers twitch as the tom continues to list her new duty, answering her questions with something less concerning but more.. annoying. The queen has no quarrel with being a caretaker and nothing more. It seems the patrol-giver does.

"Alright,"
she drawls out, biting back the objections that sting under her tongue. Lead a lesson for the kits. She'd be more ready if it involved her own children, who have already been learning that honest work gains reward - a head start on the other queens' kits, it seems. The last thing she wants is to be a babysitter for these other children. But, ever the outwardly-posing polite feline, Plague dips her head and turns her eyes to the group of kittens where the temporary nursery should be.

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  • PLAGUE — SHE/HER ・ 25 MOONS ・ QUEEN ; WINDCLAN ・ PENNED BY IXORA
    a complex molly; timid and meek on the surface, but what dwells beneath?