Open Camp i don't speak your language anymore [August Patrols & Mini-Announcement!]

This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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It was early, the sun just high enough to begin burning away at the morning fog. Most of the clan was still lingering in the clearing of their dampened camp, finishing up their breakfasts or lingering to hear what patrols were going out.

Well, suppose he shouldn't keep them waiting.

Where Sablestar commanded the nights, the days were Wolfpacks domain– early mornings in particular. He moved to his own familiar speaking place near the slope leading out of camp, pausing a moment to shake a loose bit of moss out of his fur before straightening up and calling the clan forward with a "Patrols!" and sharp flick of his tail.

Today, the dappled tomcat had something new in mind. And while the older, more seasoned cats might not be so happy to fall under the command of someone younger and less experienced, Wolfpack didn't really care.

Today, he was running his own tests for new blood among the ranks of warriors.

"Vanillathorn, you'll be leading the morning patrol out toward Thunderclan once this meeting's done to put down fresh markers on the border,"

Mismatched eyes cut toward the tall bobtail as he spoke, making sure there was no room, for misunderstanding. If she messed this up, she may not get the privilege again– the same cutting sentiment each patrol leader would receive here today.

"Snakefang, Websight, and Tickfrost, you're on late morning hunting. Take a few others with you if you need the extra paws." If they failed to take the job seriously, they'd have a bunch of hungry clanmates to answer to.

"Sealdawn, you'll be hosting training this afternoon." he called, tone betraying none of what he may or may not be feeling when his attention settled on her next. "We've seen an increase of predators within our borders lately, and Sablestar wants the clan properly educated on how best to survive any encounters with them. You were among those that fought with the coyotes when they attacked Fleafire. Teach your clanmates what you learned from that encounter."

His gaze lingered on her for a beat longer, before moving on.

"Pepperblaze, you'll be leading the evening patrol out to our border with Windclan. Freshen up the markers, and remember to keep things civil– Sablestar wants us on good terms with them, so keep you'r cats in line." He didn't love the idea of lasting alliances, but with the way the other clans were running, it might not be a bad idea to have someone on their side with the way lines were being drawn.

"Fleafire." he called, blue and amber-gold eyes finding her easily in the crowd. "You'll take the night hunt. Bring a group out to fourtrees and see if you can get lucky with some rabbits or whatever else might have wandered in from the other territories. The nursery needs the fresh furs, and the caretakers would appreciate something without scales or slime for a change."

As far as he was concerned, the old colony camp was neutral territory when it came to resources. He wouldn't stand for the other clans trying to keep them out of it– especially when the only ones with a rightful claim on it to begin with were Shadow and Thunder. Skyclan and their codes could shove it.

"That's all for patrols-- but I do have one last announcement to make."

Shadowclan was growing, and with that growth came a demand for new skills. New systems. Ones better suited to a clan like their.

"I'm sure some of you have already heard talk of it, but we're formalizing things starting today." he began, gaze lazily scanning the crowd as he recalled what had been discussed among the council. "Anyone who would like to claim a specialty may now do so. Either as a trapper, or a thief."

Some of the cats had already chosen which path they wished to walk– while others preferred not to claim a specialty at all– but he had a feeling there were still others who had yet to hear about the new system at all.

"Trappers are hunters that specialize in marshland hunting, spywork, and ambushes," the tomcat explained, "while Thieves are trained in stealth scavengry, and bringing home resources from rival lands or neutral territory to decrease the strain on our own here at home."

Pretty straightforward, in his opinion.

"If you're interested in either, find me by the ends of the day to let me know. I've got some tasks in mind for the near future and need to know who I can count on for them."

And if they weren't, that was fine too. But it'd damn well better be because they'd already mastered both paths and not because they were too lazy to commit to either. That, or there was some other special skill they could give back to the clan with, like the Caretakers or medicine cat did.



  • ooc : — This takes place the morning after the meeting! Please note that these patrols are deliberately scheduled at different times throughout the day-- this is so that anycat can join them without having to worry about being in two places at once!

    Also! Poe and I would like to remind everyone (including the council members) to head over to the census to claim a 'Speciality' if you'd like to! This is completely optional, but as we do plan to utilize them in future patrols and plots, we wanted to encourage you guys to claim a path if that was something you wanted to be included in (don't worry, there will still be plenty to do for those who don't!) Other than that, have fun, and sorry for the super long post!!

    @VANILLATHORN - leading the morning patrol to Thunderclans border!
    @Snakepaw @webpaw @Tickpaw - late morning hunt!
    @Sealdawn - hosting coyote encounter training this afternoon!
    @Pepperblaze - leading the evening patrol to Windclans borders!
    @FLEAFIRE - leading the night hunt at fourtrees!
  • shadowclan deputy - male - mentoring Cloudberrypaw - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars

 

Pride surged through Pepperblaze like a blaze catching dry grass. She stood tall, tail lifted, a smarmy smirk tugging at her lips as she turned to look deliberately at Fleafire. Wolfpack picked her. Her. To lead the evening patrol to WindClan. She'd freshen the markers, keep things civil and prove exactly why she deserved more responsibility. It felt good. And then, as quickly as the satisfaction had flared to life, it flickered out. Again? Her green eyes narrowed as she watched Fleafire's name leave Wolfpack's mouth, listening as she was appointed to a hunt at Fourtrees. Of course he got assigned something important. Her tail twitched. A sharp huff left her nose before she forced herself to focus as Wolfpack shifted the topic.

Specializations. Trappers. Thieves. She blinked, ears flicking slightly. A curious concept, one that made sense. But she knew her place in it immediately. " I am a Trapper. " she said clearly, stepping forward with certainty. Her voice was firm, clipped, final. There was no question in her tone. No hesitation. She wasn't a thief.. Stars, no. She'd leave the sticky-pawed stuff to others. But navigating marshland? Tracking? Setting up an ambush? She was made for that. A young warrior she might still be, but she knew herself. And what she wasn't.

Without waiting for acknowledgment, she turned and made her way to Vanillathorn, brushing gently against her sister's side. Her smirk softened into something warmer, quiet, familiar. The kind of expression only her siblings ever saw. " Congratulations on leading the morning patrol, sis. " she purred lowly, voice threaded with pride. Real pride. " You earned it. "

  • "speech"
  • PEPPERBLAZE she/her, ShadowClan, twelve moons.
    a sh black rusting cat with lightgreen eyes
    mentored by who / mentoring no one
    whichever relations / want listed
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by lion ↛ lionheartedphoenix on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
Cloudberrypaw's body was in a constant state of struggle. While she was more apt to the night - the light of day often hurt her eyes - her mentor often kept her up past the sun's rise. Maybe one day she'll get used to this arrangement, but until then, she will simply suffer through it. She is not a molly who complains, after all. She perseveres, even if everything seems to work against her.

Today, she obscures a yawn by drawing her tongue through the fluff of her chest. Her mentor assigns patrols to the newest warriors, and in turn, she watches as each one primps and preens with their new duties. Perhaps in many, many moons, he will be assigning her with a patrol of her own. Cloudberrypaw narrows her gaze ever so slightly as she allows herself the brief space to daydream - who would she bring along? One of her siblings, no doubt. Where would she go? Maybe he'd give her some reprieve and send her into the cool swamplands. (Will it be greenleaf by then? How long will she train for...?)

"What are you, Wolfpack?" She pulls herself from her thoughts with the inquiry. "I'd like to be a thief; I believe myself light enough on my paws for it..." Though, perhaps he believes otherwise. She wouldn't be one to argue.
 
Mirepurr rises when the deputy calls and listens to his instructions, eager to be given a direction to follow. Life returns to normal, if the lingering thoughts and questions that the Gathering had imprinted upon them can be called normal. They think about it a lot—Hawkstar's clear disbelief upon the Clans' lack of understanding for this code. Mirepurr can't decide what to make of it. She doesn't strike them as a fool... quite the contrary. It'd be difficult to believe that she spews nonsense in an attempt to set rules for others, like how Mirepurr's Clanmates think, but it's even more difficult to settle for the word of another leader. Sablestar is their leader, after all.

Patrols are simple but an effective way to steer their thoughts from the complexities of Clan life. Wolfpack doesn't assign them on a patrol, but they suppose they might as well tag along with Fleafire's rabbit-chase—even if they still frown when they think about her stirring the tension on the night of the Gathering. Mirepurr's heart flutters when they realize that Tickfrost now gets to go on patrol without supervision; he's truly a warrior now.

They remain at attention when Wolfpack mentions something else; something that only serves to fill Mirepurr with nervousness. A specialty? They don't think they really excel at anything in particular.

The concept of a trapper doesn't sound so bad. They're already good at traversing through the marshlands—they're definitely better at it than the sort of combat that warriors are regularly trained for. Thieves, though? Mirepurr pads towards Wolfpack and Cloudberrypaw, interest piqued despite their own hesitation.
"Are our attempts at enforcing good relationships with other Clans worth anything if we steal from them?"
they murmur, voice soft and apprehensive. It's not an attempt to reject Wolfpack's orders, just... a concern.