Camp let's make our getaway // hunting patrols !

[Fujimoto]

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Their pelt still felt hot from the sudden uproar of what was to become of his future, his new future, in SkyClan. Hardly a day into the pine forest and he was flung into the council, and how was beyond him. He knew Hawkstar was not the biggest fan of his lifestyle, or of how particularly lenient Coffeestar was to it either.

Swallowing the imposter syndrome was like trying to shove an acorn down his throat dry, and it itched as he looked to his Clan with a trembling tail and whiskers. "So, uh, hello SkyClan." It felt far too formal for someone like him. He looked at each individual face and saw his Clanmates, their names etched into memory- not some sort of mass to address. "Got some hunting patrols set up... so... I would like Sagesong to lead the first patrol. Starlitpath and Bumbledawn will go with you. For the other one, let's see..."

Fujimoto squinted his eyes as if deciding as he saw warriors approach who to choose from- because he was. "And Rainchime! You'll lead the other patrol with Mousefang and Maiseyleg. Does that all sound alright?" He hoped everyone paired together liked one another!

//hi some very optional hunting patrols for your immersion!! warriors are expected to take their apprentices if they have one :)

patrol 1: @Sagesong (lead), @starlitpath & @BUMBLEDAWN
[prompt: skyclanners are best known for their climbing, and to put their skills to the test, let's see who can get to the top of tree at lightning's grasp!]

patrol 2: @Rainchime (lead), @Mousefang & @Maiseyleg
[prompt: hunting seems to be going decently until someone steps on some tree-bark full of sap, and it's not coming off their paw easily]

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[Hawkstar]

HAWKSTAR, 61 moons / SKYCLAN LEADER
A long-legged short-furred seal point tortie with one electric-blue eye; heavily scarred
Mentoring ROSEPAW ; mother of STARLITPATH
Prone to corporate attitudes, harsh words, hazing practices ; generally morally dubious
Currently: pestering her clanmates

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Electric blue dances across the clearing, skittering across warrior and leaf alike in a quick estimation, calculation, of the purported goings-on. Her newest Sun Guard seemed to be making himself useful (or, at least, as useful as she would allow with the short leash available to him. invisible, but without an inch of slack.) Flowercloud had bantered for the role, had placed her delicate words into Hawkstar's ears and gently goaded her into acquiescence but this, nay, everything from this moment on was a test.

And how annoying it would be for Hawkstar if the former daylighter were to succeed at it.

The tremble is noticed but unmentioned, with only the quickest flick from tail to face to ever admit to the judgement that Hawkstar held from her perch. Unmentioned... compared to the patrols that earned an immediate glare (or perhaps, only Maiseyleg earned such a face) as the leader barks out a singular, conciliatory addendum: "the new boss has spoken! Any one who cares to object should find themselves a nice place in the nursery, since you'd be teaching the new kittens how to properly use the dirtplace for the first time."

 

[Rainchime]

Fujimoto is their new sun guard, one of the firsts (or maybe one of one, she doesn't understand Hawkstars leading style as much as she did Coffeestar) and one of the firsts in their new territory. Away from home... She wonders how he feels, really, ripped away from comfort like they all had been, thrust in to a position of power. He seems to take to it well, though, aside from the trembling whiskers; Rainchime cannot blame him for his nerves. She would be nothing but a nervous wreck if it were her. She listens to him assign

An electric jolt ripples through her body when Fujimoto turns his eyes on her of all cats, deeming her responsible as a patrol lead. She swears her heart stops for a moment and it probably would have been better if it had, the way that she recoils. You're joking! This has to be some cruel joke, don't do this to me! Starclan, please don't do this to me! But he doesn't say hes just kidding, nor does his eyes crinkle in light mirth. She coughs, splutters for a second as she turns her head, trying to will the panic away as she swallows hard enough to feel like shes choking on it. You're acting stupid, stop it, stop it, stop it! She screws her eyes up, then turns back to the two who would be on her patrol. She's never done this before... Always a follower, never a leader.

Hawkstar barks an order and for the second time, Rainchimes heart skips a beat. She hardly hears it as she jerks back in to motion, quick to escape camp.

"Well... Um... We'll leave, um, right now... Or once... Once you guys are ready..." there is a sheer lack of authority in her voice, a little shaky, a little nervous- she avoids Mousefangs gaze like the plague they had fled from, her heart all too fast in her chest. She cannot bare to see the potential disappointment in their former sun guards eyes. You're a warrior, act like it! Stop acting like a sniveling apprentice! She straightens up, but it doesn't bring the confidence she hoped it would. She can only pray that this wouldn't go horrendous.

 

[Sagesong's iconSagesong]

⋆˚✿˖° "I'll Be Fine On My Own" She Said

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Sagesong sat expectantly as Fujimoto addressed the clan, curly furred tail laying neatly around their paws. Mismatched eyes followed every tremble, every anxious movement of the new Sun Guard and she broke out into what she hoped was an encouraging smile. He'd grow into it, she was sure. The tom just needed to get some much needed confidence. Perhaps this new role as Sun Guard would serve to do just that.

The mottled warrior stood as their name was called out, tail held high and still smiling as they looked around at their clanmates. Eyes searching for the two Fujimoto had designated as their partners. "We'll leave as soon as everyone is ready, time to find what this new territory has to offer us for prey."

As they began to pick their way through the crowd Rainchime's anxious voice reaches their ears and they allow their tail to ghost over the other's shoulder for a moment in encouragement. "You'll do fine, Rainchime. Breathe. Treat it like any other patrol."

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───I Don't Need You Inside My Head─✿

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  Sagesong
  ✿— Skyclan Warrior
  ✿— They/She
  ✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✿— Small, Curly-furred, Mottled Black And Brown She Cat With Heterochromia.
  #5fb49c

 

[SWALLOWPAW]

a new knight sits underneath the king's throne. fujimoto, a cat who still bears proof of a lifestyle their leader is openly against. he smells like the pines— but it's uncertain if he will continue living in skyclan full-time. swallowpaw hopes he thinks really hard about that decision, because she's not sure their first sun guard will have a long career. any mutterings of 'twoleg' and 'live with' in the same breath will surely get his favorite extremity bitten off. or worse.

however, swallowpaw is glad to see their council take form (it feels so adult-like to think that!). it feels so official, and now she won't feel as awkward to sit in silence the whole time.

she listens to the patrols get assigned, loitering afterwards for a few heartbeats. the girl shuffles her paws on the ground, and approaches the two patrol leads. "can i, um, tag along?" she asks, itching to get out of the camp and explore the new territory. she did her chores, it's fine to waddle around for a few hours. "tigerfoot wants me to, uhm, grab something." a tiny, little fib— "if that's alright— i don't want to, get in the way." her eyes suddenly dart between rainchime and sagesong, briefly landing on fujimoto.

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