Event play on the big stage — december hunger games patrols

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"ShadowClan,"
Mirepurr begins, trying their very best to squeeze every ounce of confidence into the word as they address the Clan before them. It doesn't work.

Their paws shuffle nervously between the roots of the tree that their leader, former deputy, and fellow guards tend to stand on top of—despite their abrupt change in rank, Mirepurr doesn't feel they deserve that spot. Not yet... not ever, more like. This means they do not gain the advantage of new height while trying to talk over the murmurs of their Clanmates, so Mirepurr stands on the very tips of their paws, though that only serves to make them more like a scared apprentice. At least it fits their feelings right now.

In time, they will get used to this; they have to, if they don't want Sablestar's next frown directed at them. It's been hard enough to avoid it due to the shortage of resources. The last thing they want is to add on top of that steadily-rising pile of disappointment. If they're lucky, Sablestar will allow them a grace period of sorts... let them get used to this.

As their eyes dart from warrior to warrior, Mirepurr can't help but second-guess themself.

"Leaf-bare is here, now, and... and that means we, we will have to continue trying our best."
Mirepurr is painfully aware of how audible the tremor in their voice is, but that realization doesn't help in the slightest; it only adds to it. Part of them wants to be inspiring... but empty words never mix well with empty bellies.
"Let us get to work."


A sharp inhale. Mirepurr looks for familiar gazes in the crowd, and-

Somehow, when their eyes land on Needledrift, their heart manages to stabilize. It's just a fraction, but it's there nonetheless.

With newfound energy, Mirepurr continues.
"Snowdropheart, Magpiepaw is low on on a few herbs. Can you and the trappers try to fetch more of them?"
They don't add and try to get some fresh-kill with that, too, if you can, because that much is obvious.
"As for, um... Bla- no, Echostep, please retrace our steps from last moon and take some thieves past our border with SkyClan."
A momentary pause. Their fur feels hot with the memory of fleeing. That had been the plan, for what it's worth, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing to relive.
"See if you can make good use of the intel we gathered last time."


They're halfway done! Almost there...

"Blacktree?"
Mirepurr is uncertain as they look for the caregiver. Surely, everyone is in attendance? Even if their own voice doesn't carry a speck of authority with it, like the rest of the council's.
"The kits... they are probably restless. Take them out of camp and see if they can find something, under your watch."
The concept unsettles them to no end. Is this a safe idea? It's not theirs to decide.

Mirepurr barely stifles a relieved sigh as they stop on the last name.
"Frogheart, please, investigate the dead monster in that tree. I do not believe any of us have thoroughly checked it over for prey yet."
Now that the weight of this roll call of sorts finally comes to a close, Mirepurr can feel an invisible weight lift from their shoulders.
"That is... that is all. Thank you."


Another round of Hunger Games patrols!

@Snowdropheart is to lead TRAPPERS through the territory, looking for dandelion, marigold, goldenrod, or borage. A herd of deer blocks your way... roll a d20 to see if you can sneak past without scaring them; 13+ is a pass!

@ECHOSTEP is to lead THIEVES into SkyClan land, picking up where Tickfrost's own patrol had left off last moon. Based on previous findings, try to extract resources without being spotted. Roll a d20 and remain undiscovered if you roll 5+!

@Blacktree is to lead KITS out into the territory for hunting practice. A conspiracy of ravens perch on the trees above those tiny heads, eyes glinting curiously. Does the brave little patrol try to scare them off or choose the safety of hiding?

@Frogheart is to lead WARRIORS to the Monster Tree. It's dangerous and unconventional, but perhaps the more dexterous cats of ShadowClan can try to climb it and find prey looking for shelter in its crevices.
 


Snowdropheart
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Snowdropheart's ears perked as Mirepurr adressed the clan for the first time, ready to assign patrols. She shot them an encouraging smile, though she doubted the Night Guard would look her way - why would they? She sat down close enough to hear their next words, wondering if she'd be assigned to any patrol or if she'd just go out by herself, hunting in her free time.

What the pale molly did not expect was the very first name to escape Mirepurr's lips to be her own - not only was she chosen to attend, she was chosen to lead. To look for herbs for the healer as well as hunt - she could do that. She puffed out her chest, trying to feel as confident as she appeared, dipping her head towards the Night Guard. "Thank you." she replied simply. She would not disappoint ShadowClan.

Her mind raced, ignoring all the other announcements, as she tried to figure out the best places to lead her patrol. Snowdropheart shot a shy smile towards her best friend - she would make sure to bring Wisteriastrike and her children some prey back, as well as medicine for Magpiepaw.
OOC: Patrol can be found here!
 
BLACKTREE
SHE/HER
61 MOONS
SHADOWCLAN CAREGIVER
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Blacktree stood, stoic, as the list of patrols were rattled off. While her taking out the kits was no surprise, the caregiver wasn't certain how the other members of the Clan would react.

Well, if they don't like it, they ought to do more to provide for the younger cats, she thought angrily. When her patrol was announced, she dipped her head to Mirepurr and then looked back to the other caregivers.

"They'll be safe with me," she reassured them. "Our kits are resilient - I'm sure they'll do well."
OOC: All kits two moons or older can join our thread here!
 
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Mirepurr stands before the clan to issue patrol assignments, and at their call the thief moves to stand before them. Green eyes are narrowed with scrutiny, seeking out the reasoning behind each assigned patrol. The first, a group of trappers meant to be fetching herbs for the now-lone healer. Magpiepaw will surely need all the help he can get, now that Cicadabuzz has fallen useless in the medicine den. Utilizing warriors in such a way could be considered a misstep, drawing away paws that could prove valuable for hunting, but the clan can fall to illness just as well as it can fall to starvation. The allocation of trappers is commendable, no matter Echostep's own preference.

The next patrol is headed by their own name, and the pointed cat's ears perk as they sit at attention. They are tasked with following in Mirepurr's own footsteps, leading a patrol of thieves into SkyClan territory. A simple enough mission, they think, though one that carries risk and reward in equally high amounts. To the night guard, they tip their head in acknowledgement. "Understood." Then, to the other thieves gathered around with interest in their eyes, they add: "We depart at nightfall." Once the sun sinks beyond the horizon, the thieves will be free to move in darkness, and will hopefully reach the depths of SkyClan's territory when the night reaches its darkest point. The patrol before them may have failed, but Echostep is determined to at least snatch something from the forest before they are inevitably forced to retreat.

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ECHOSTEP
THEY/SHE, SHADOWCLAN THIEF
sleek-furred blue lynx point with a long tail & green eyes
quiet and cunning, values authority over empathy
npc x npc ; no known kin
peaceful powerplay allowed ; hates being touched
played by foxlore