Camp LOUSVILLE SLUGGER TO BOTH HEADLIGHTS = ] patrols 08/25 [

[GOLDENROAR]

The events during the so called Gathering still haunt his mind, but he does his best to push it aside. Now wasn't the time to really be ruminating on it, anyways. They needed to keep moving- train their apprentices and protect their corner of peace. Goldenroar thinks that interaction with other clans could be rocky at best at the moment, but it wasn't any time to disappear or run away from it. Well, no time like the present to get Windclan's finest out there and mark their borders, shake hands, show that they weren't going to go hiding!

Goldenroar stands up, padding his way to a part of camp that sits slightly higher then the rest. "Alrigh', Windclan, time to pony up. Let's get these patrols out." He calls, setting himself down, bushed tail tucking away. "As always, m' gonna have our Gale Guards leadin' patrols- but I'm having a couple new things happen this circle 'round." He called, aqua eyes shifting amongst the crowd. Placing faith in some of the cats that weren't actively on the council was a step of trust, one that he hopes won't be snubbed. Else, he'll remember it. "Jus' recently, some of our cats- especially those that favor th' tunnels- suggested that we try and map out th' natural formations in our territory. I think tha's a splendid idea." He speaks.

"Weaselchirp." He calls. "I want y' to take Staggerdance, Silentstep, and Molewhisker with y' to map out these tunnels. See if we can connect them. I'm trusting y' with this, yeah?" He says. If all goes well, the rather eccentric cat- one that he has this weird gut feeling of trust for- would make sure things get done. If not, Molewhisker was level headed enough to ensure all went well. "N' a similar vein, I'm asking three of you warriors to lead a small spar session for the apprentices. Nutmegpurr, you'll technically be headin' it, but you'll have Tinytail, Eggsplat, Sweetnose- make sure y' keep an eye on the spars." Goldenroar asks. That should keep the young ones busy, at the least.

"Merrystalk, I'm askin' you to head towards the Shadowclan border. Take Fogstare and Solacewhisper. Ah- Roostertuft, too." He says. Simple enough, relations there were good, they were going to save face and keep on with them. "I'll head the border to Skyclan this go round." It wasn't that he didn't trust any of the Gale Guards to take care of Skyclan, but he wasn't going to put them in the forefront unnecessarily, either. "I'm taking Hollowmumble, Redveil, and Ashbird with me." He decides, eyes searching them out in the crowd. Nothing would happen, but if it was to happen, then there would be enough of them to defend one another.

"Maremane, you'll head a hunting patrol. Take with you Sassafraschill and Wisteriasong, but truthfully anyone can join you." He says, nodding towards the Gale Guard. He feels as if there's double the cats this go round that's available, funnily enough. A breath leaves him. "Alright, that's all I've got for you. Go on, then."

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

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  // RINGS MY BELL IT'S PATROL TIME!! Something I'd like to point out: A lot of you apprentices are on the census, but not everyone has signed up for a mentor! This go around I went thin and didn't roll apprentices for each patrol like I normally would, but next go around having a mentor will lock you in for a patrol spot each time! Please check here for mentor assignment sign-ups! (I do understand some of you do not want a NPC mentor. If you still want to be locked in, DM me and I can mark you separately.)
  // If anyone got rolled double, DM me on discord and let me know! As always, be free to ping your apprentices in the patrols you're involved with.
  
  // TUNNELER MISSION -> @Weaselchirp / @STAGGERDANCE @Silentstep @Molewhisker -> Spread out and check for clues! JK- your mission is as Goldenroar says. Go ahead, check those tunnels out, see if it's feasible to connect them together! Roll a d100 for success. Anything over 50, it looks clear/safe to go ahead and connect those tunnels.
  // APPRENTICE SPAR SESH -> @nutmegpurr / @Tinytail @Eggsplat @Sweetnose -> Goldenroar has asked you to host a mass apprentice spar lesson! Any apprentice is welcome to attend. (I know this thread is going to devolve into chaos I'm so sorry in advance. Let me know if I need to draft a battle framework for this thread!)
  // SHADOWCLAN PATROL -> @Merrystalk / @Fogstare @Solacewhisper @ROOSTERTUFT -> Wild card! Patrol leader is welcome to come up with any prompt.
  // SKYCLAN PATROL -> @GOLDENROAR / @Hollowmumble @REDVEIL @ASHBIRD -> Heading towards the Skyclan border, the patrol ruminates on how the other clan may react. Do you take bets on if you meet with a Skyclan patrol, and at length, what their attitude towards Windclan may be?
  // HUNTING PATROL -> @MAREMANE / @sassafraschill and @wisteriasong -> Anyone can join this thread if they wish! Just a nice, simple hunting patrol... or a hare that would just make everyone's night. Do you work together to capture it, or do you race one another for the glory of capturing the feast?
  

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, thirty nine 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!)

 

[ROOSTERTUFT]

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At the call for patrols, Roostertuft makes his way over with both of his ears angled forward though he makes sure not to make any eye contact in the slightest with Goldenroar, he sits in the crowd only lifting his gaze when he catches a quick glimpse of Nutmegpurr. He wonders if the both of them would end up on the same patrol together given that their private conversation the night of the gathering had him thinking about how it must be their fate to continue running into one another. The universe must've whispered in Goldenroar's ear because he ends up being in a patrol with Merrystalk instead of the cinnamon tortie and it takes everything for his facial expression to not falter.

It seems that they'd be dropping by their neighbors, Shadowclan, and he supposes that it shouldn't be too bad though he wouldn't be enthusiastic about the smell of asphalt near them. "Well, ain't this fine and dandy." He mumbles under his breath but rises on his paws so that he'd follow after the rest of his patrol, Roostertuft supposes that he should be a smidge chipper that he hadn't ended up in the same patrol as the red tabby... just his littermate. The tortie smoke could deal with that much as his feathery tail lashes behind him in a moment of thought only to take a few steps in the direction of Merrystalk.

"I'm ready to head out when you are." He says with a nod in the direction of Merrystalk and offers a faint smile to the gale guard despite how his skin crawls in the slightest, he'd be fine... it'd be a quick trip and back. Maybe he'd take Gorsepaw to do some later hunting once he returns from the patrol and maybe he'll find something interesting while walking by the Thunderpath that wasn't crowfood.

FACES ILLUMINATED IN THE DARK

ROOSTERTUFT

WINDCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM​

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a large, longhaired black smoke tortie/blue ticked tabby chimera with a pair of earthy toned eyes and low white
has complicated feelings towards goldenroar and subtly interested in nutmegpurr

charismatic, stubborn, adventurous, aloof, and awkward would be a few words that describe roostertuft as an individual. a former barncat that's getting accustomed to clan life after the events of the barn burning down, he oftentimes misses the life before it burnt down yet he's someone who'll adapt to change.

 

[WHISPERPAW]

A yawn escapes him as he felt it bubble up his throat, the warmth the day roused him in the morning. The bird - boned apprentice slouches as he sits waiting for the patrols be called out from Goldenroar's mouth. He tilted his pale head towards the deputy's voice with a small ear flick of interest. Heavy, droopy eyes widen at the words tunnels, he likes the tunnels!

Aw man... Its only the warriors. He lets a small pout make its way onto his face. It's plumed tail curls around his pale paws, it places its chin upon his fluffy chest as a bird does (it has seen the action before). Strawberry - hued eyes flit over to the cluttered bodies of clanmates, ears still angled forward to listen to the other orders given to the clan. Something about their neighbors and such... It forgot. The porcelain apprentice let's a wordless noise escape his throat, at the words dripping from the golden red tabby's maw. Ohh... A spar session? Now that sounds like a bit of fun! Whisperpaw drowns out the rest of the patrol handouts, it's not like "it's" going to join the patrols!

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n/a

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THERE ARE FASCINATING THINGS TO EXPLORE.

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WHISPERPAW

╱ WINDCLAN APPRENTICE.​

a smaller-than-avarage petite albino feline, with flowing - like plush ivory fur upon it's bird - boned frame. paired with dusty, hues of pink sparkling with curiosity about the world around it. his tongue speaks upon riddles dripping from his maw, as the dust coat his paws.

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NONBINARY ; HE / IT ; CURRENTLY 10 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 3RD.

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questioning / single, not actively looking — mentoring none.

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thoughts ; "Speech, E7CCCC" ; attacks only

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may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted

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smells like water lilies & an undertone of wild strawberries

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— all opinions are ic

speaks in third-person. refers to himself as his name and the pronouns he uses.

— biography / @ on discord for plots
— penned by calzone

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp had been yapping happily with some of the fellow tunnelers, her wide orange eyes locked onto anyone who made the mistake of meeting her gaze, intense, yes, but never unkind. Her thin black tail was neatly curled around the fluffier one of a certain moor-runner, the love of her life. Pumpkinspice. Ah, there were none who carried such grace, such strength, such heart. She would ramble about her forever, if not for--

Oh?

Her head snapped toward Goldenroar at the mention of tunnels, her eyes somehow growing even wider, to the point where it almost looked painful. And-- Was that her name?! Her name?? Her whiskers trembled with visible delight, her entire body practically vibrating as she stared, unblinking, into the deputy's soul. A few seconds passed before she finally moved and gave a bow of her head. " Of course, Goldenroar! " she meowed at last, beaming.

With a chirrup, she turned toward Silentstep, Staggerdance, and Molewhisker, practically dancing on her paws. " We'll do this perfectly, I'm sure of it. Staggerdance already has a wonderful sense for tunnels, yes? And Silentstep, you're precise, clever, excellent at what you do. " Her gaze flicked to Molewhisker, grin widening. " And you, dear, you breathe the underground as well as any of us. What a fine group we make! Oh, this will be such an adventure. "

But then, her ear twitched. She turned, blinking up at Goldenroar with sudden seriousness. " I do have one question. " she mewed, tone gentler now. " The apprentices, do you wish for us to bring them along? Or is this mission best left to the more experienced paws? " she asked, tilting her head a bit. It was true that Goldenroar hadn't mentioned the apprentices when appointing them, but still it was best asked, no?

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

66 MOONS

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[STAGGERDANCE]

STAGGERDANCE
​ So you're gunning for best of three... ​

Staggerdance had slept little since their last outing. Not for lack of trying, mind, but simply because their excitement outweighed the soreness of their muscles. Who wouldn't be, knowing the whole Clan thought they were a genius? Alright, maybe not the whole of WindClan, and maybe the other tunnellers deserved just as much credit, yet it still was the most attention they'd had in a long, long while. They liked to think they thrived under the spotlight. That they were a natural, even, that they carried the gargantuan weight of the public opinion effortlessly... like a horse digging lines through the fields of their old barn...

Right, it was time for patrols. They yawned as their gaze re-focused on Goldenroar atop the little hill he stood on, talking about "ponying up" and whatnot.

'Like he likes doin' this,'

they thought: not unkindly, but thoroughly confused. As if patrolling itself wasn't dreadful more often than not—sitting down and thinking about it beforehand, for what was likely more than a heartbeat, not to mention subjecting everyone else to it... probably not his fault, though. If this "StarClan" thing Horsetail was talking their ears off about the other day existed, they needed to come down from their cushy star-studded forest (or whatever it was) and patrol with them; maybe then they'd realize how horrible of an idea it was to—

"Jus' recently, some of our cats- especially those that favor th' tunnels- suggested that we try and map out th' natural formations in our territory. I think tha's a splendid idea."

Their eyelids flew wide open. Their heart fluttered in their chest as they looked around and poked at their wrist with their other paw, claws out. No, this wasn't a dream! They really were doing it! The maverique opened their mouth to say something, anything, but chose to keep on listening instead.

'Say it! Say it was me, say I'm brilliant too... please? Please? Please—'

"Weaselchirp. I want y' to take Staggerdance, Silentstep, and Molewhisker with y' to map out these tunnels. See if we can connect them."

A ringing whoop came out of their mouth as soon as they heard their name, regardless of the other words spoken. It didn't matter anymore.

"Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeaaaahhh!"

The tunneler pounded their front paws onto the soft earth below, and was just about to run a lap around the crowd when Weaselchirp's fire-brand gaze fell onto them. They took a deep breath, steadied themself, then sighed, though their whiskers still quivered as if windswept.

"Of course! Of course, yep, we'll make a good team."

Because of me, they thought to add, but they already knew that, didn't they? Besides, no one cat could dig out a whole web of tunnels by themself—of course this was a group mission! With cats who knew their way around, too...

Staggerdance may have stopped themself from getting too excited, but no amount of restraint could hide the ear-to-ear grin plastered on their muzzle.

AND YOU'RE GUNNING FOR IT ALL

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MAY THE KING FALL!

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  reference sheet!​

  Staggerdance is a short, scarred black ticked tabby with amber eyes. They have a torn ear and are missing two toes on their left forepaw. The stripes on their face form a "mask" around their eyes.
  Maverique, any pronouns
  20 moons, ages every 27th
  NPC x NPC — older sibling to Wormpaw and Snailpaw
  Mentoring none
  Closed to romantic interactions