Camp NO LOOSE ENDS ☼ ] PATROLS 9/25 [

[GOLDENROAR]

This was getting easier. Day by day, standing slightly above the crowd and telling them where to go and how to do it. Control. He finds he doesn't mind the attachment so much- even if his heart thrums like a hare running the moor each time he thinks about where he may eventually end up- given that he can control the environment. Maybe that was a bit too toxic of him to think that way, eyes sweeping over the warriors of the clan as they had their early morning meal. He doesn't mean it like that, really. It's just easier to think when there weren't unexpected situations. Easier to stick around, and separate himself, if it was monotonous.

Beyond that, though, Goldenroar knew deep down that he couldn't leave. Not like- eyes squeezed shut for a moment, erasing the tabby from his mind. Goldenroar cleared his throat. Focus. It's patrol time, yeah? He thinks to himself, climbing onto a small rock. "Alrigh', Windclan, come get your patrols." He announces. He wastes no time leaping directly into it, hoping that it'll shake him free of the funk that he finds himself in. "Starin' from the top- Dustystar. Take Sweetnose and Clayspots to the Skyclan border." Goldenroar asks, finding his leader in the crowd with a tiny dip of his head in thanks. He knew that she would do it unless there was something else to be done- and if that was the case, he'd reassign it to a warrior he trusted.

"I'll be taking Harefoot and Ashbird to the Shadowclan border." He decides, meeting their eyes in the crowd. Allies would be easy this month, he hopes. "Nutmegpurr- take Silentstep and Weaselchirp on a hunting patrol. If you deem it valuable, take other cats with you." He says, vision skipping towards Nutmegpurr. Then, just a hint further to the shadow he knows will sit at her right, the multicolored pelt standing out to him. Goldenroar frowns to himself, then looks to his brother. That helps him settle just a bit. "Merrystalk. Take Hollowmumble, Roostertuft, and Sassafraschill to the Fourtrees border." He doesn't expect any trouble, but given the political situation not long ago he'd like to protect their peace.

"Finally..." His eyes shift towards Dimmingsun. Bengt, he had been, but Starclan in all their wisdom named him Dimmingsun. "I trust you'd like an extra few paws on a herb patrol? If that's correct... Wheatwhistle, Tinytail. Help Dimmingsun and Meadowpaw with herbs, please." He asks, shifting his vision to those he mentioned, then back towards Dimmingsun. He looks on for a long moment, but doesn't nod or flinch. Neutral.

"Alright, that's it. Go on, now."

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

• "speech"
  // as always, if there's any mistakes or doubles, please feel free to dm me on discord!!
  
  // SKYCLAN PATROL -> @Dustystar / @Sweetnose @CLAYSPOTS -> Given the storms of late greenleaf, the gorge looks especially full- and loud. Can you even hear eachother?
  // SHADOWCLAN PATROL -> myself / @harefoot @ASHBIRD -> Nothing particular is happening, besides this one, really, really annoying horsefly...
  // HUNTING PATROL -> @nutmegpurr / @Silentstep @Weaselchirp -> Something lurks- no, not really lurks. It's really staring at you from a distance. Is that a dog? Or is it something else?
  // FOURTREES BORDER PATROL -> @Merrystalk / @Hollowmumble @ROOSTERTUFT @sassafraschill -> Wild card! Either actually nothing happens, or freestyle that prompt.
  // HERB PATROL -> @DIMMINGSUN / @wheatwhistle @Tinytail -> It'd be super funny if someone had a sneezing fit everytime they picked a herb. Or maybe it wouldn't be.
  

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• 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!)

 

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

As his brother stood there above the rest, ready to hand out the patrols, Merry noticed a flicker of something across the face of the golden pelted tabby. The gale guard couldn't linger on it; there was no need to ruminate on it, even if he had noticed something amiss. Honestly, his brother was probably just stressed; everyone was, the warmth of Greenleaf was sapping from the earth day by day. The least Merry could do was take his duties as a gale guard as he always had, just so there was a little less pressure on his brother; it's the least he deserved after everything he's done for the clan.

Patrols went on as usual, still rather surprised but also grateful not to be on the Skyclan patrol; the cats were too unfriendly for Merry's liking, and he didn't particularly want to get into a spat with them after everything with Thunderclan.

But as his own name was called, Goldy's face relaxing a little as he found him in the crowd, it was Merry's own expression that faltered, hearing who was on his patrol. The gale guard hadn't even looked in Sassafras' direction since their spat, and Goldy put him on his patrol. And with his ex-boyfriend, who wouldn't give him the time of day on the best of them...

Merry wanted to take some of the stress off of his brother's shoulders, but that also was not an invitation to give him almost the worst patrol roster Merry could conceive of. His saving grace, as always, was Hollowmumble, his best friend, who would be his respite in what was going to be the most awkward patrol he had ever been given. To Fourtrees, even, where the likelihood of other cats showing up was slim at best.

Even with his reservations, the tortoiseshell gave his brother a smile and a nod, even if he was now no longer looking forward to his assigned patrol....

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

• All IC opinions! i fucking love this patrol roster i love tormenting merry <3 thank you laevs for this nightmare blunt rotation
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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 31 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
  #9D6E46

 

[DIMMINGSUN]

It is not the first time Dimmingsun watches Goldenroar dish out assignments, and it is certainly not the last by a mile.

It is, however, the first time he actually has the chance to participate in one of these patrols. His eye jumps to each cat that the deputy names, forcing his mind not to wander towards the possibilities—what are border patrols like? Does the opposing Clan spit and hiss, or is there an attempt at diplomacy? When he had joined Meadowpaw on her very personal quest of giving precious herbs over to RiverClan, it had gone pleasantly enough, though Dimmingsun has a sneaking suspicion that not every leader is as good-natured as Pikestar.

Dimmingsun flicks an ear, as if batting away an annoying fly. He will have to seek out the imaginary lines that act as borders himself.

Inadvertrently, his gaze remains on Merrystalk far longer than necessary when Goldenroar calls upon the gale guard. There is no Deadwood lingering around him now, or at least not in the general vicinity. Dimmingsun wonders if the dead busy themselves with anything other than sticking their noses into the living's business.

He meets Goldenroar's eyes head-on when his name is called. At last! It is not anything that would raise one's heart-rate, not the way that the threat of a fight would along the borders, but Dimmingsun is happy with this bone he has been thrown for the time being. His head swivels as he picks out the other members of the party from amongst the crowd.

"Our first real patrol,"

he murmurs, lightly tapping Meadowpaw on the shoulder.

"This time we can go further than the edges of camp."

@Meadowpaw

 

[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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Meadowpaw couldn't help but giggle at Dimmingsun's enthusiasm. Herb patrols were nothing new to her, but it was his first. Strange to think they were walking the territory again, no longer as strangers but as medicine cat and apprentice. The feeling is tinged with bittersweetness too. The last time she'd seen Gladebloom had been on a patrol barely a few moons ago...

She would have to keep an extra close eye on Dimmingsun today...

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I BELIEVE THAT THERES COURAGE

BUT ITS BURNIN' LIKE ASH IN THE WIND

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WINDCLAN

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE

12 MOONS

SHE/HER

Meadowpaw values kindness and remembrance. As a kit, she internalized her mother's lessons, but questioned whether her way is the only way. She has broken free from the heavy burden of her mother's expectations due to their estrangement after the fire. She remains kind and soft-spoken through all she's endured, but is not afraid to speak out for what she believes is right.

Meadow works tirelessly at any task she undertakes, desperate to prove herself capable and worthy despite her disability. Without her mother's guidance, she finds new ways to express herself.

In conversations, she is gentle, thoughtful, and withdrawn, often hiding her struggles, fearing others seeing her as incapable. She continues to have a strong bond not only with her sister, but with her adopted family as well. Meadow uses her new freedom to support and deepen the bonds with her clanmates. Additionally, she has started to explore the more spiritual side of herself…

Her worldview is a complicated mix of hope and frustration. She wants to believe that there's hope at the end of all the suffering, but feels trapped by her limitations. With enough time and support, she may find a way to overcome her limitations and accept herself.