AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN
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While he was sure his patrolmates were wrinkling their noses at the strange tang of stone, blacktop, and exhaust, Wolfpack welcomed it like an old friend. No matter how far of a divide lay between the life he led now and the one he'd come from, he didn't expect to ever lose his fondness for the chaos of twolegplace, or the sense of wanderlust that struck him whenever he returned. His life as a loner had been difficult, but not bad by any means.
Still, it didn't quite scratch the itch that Shadowclan did.
The chimera padded at the head of the patrol, his broad shoulders rolling with each steady stride. He looked like a creature born to the dark– confident, unhurried, deliberate– every step placed with an ease that said this was nothing new to him. The feeling of rough concrete, the intimidating rise of buildings ahead, the strange odds and ends like street signs, picket fences, or bicycles left in driveways. He steered them through it all with the experience of a tom who knew what would lunge and what wouldn't. The cover of darkness most certainly helped, though. There were very few twolegs out at this hour, and streets weren't as loud or distracting. Aside from the occasional rumble of a passing monster wich took no notice, their patrol went unchallenged in its exploration.
"This looks promising." he murmured, signalling for the group to slow. It was called a 'park', a word he only knew from the kittypets he'd met during his journeys. The strange little pile of plastic, wood, and metal sitting in the sandbox was supposed to be some sort of plaything for the twoleg kits, but that wasn't what he was interested in. It was the surrounding fields of grass, shrubs, trees, and pathways that had his eye, along with the small pond toward the very back.
Even from here, he could smell the faint scent of birds, squirrels, and mouse mixing with the surrounding smells of twolegplace.
"Let's check it out. We're looking for signs of anything dangerous– predators, plants, other cats, twoleg rubbish, random holes our thieves might trip in while trying to make a quick escape." Because ultimately that was their job– not just to find land for the Thieves to hunt in or things for them to steal, but to make sure they had the best chances of getting back with their prizes in tact so that the clan could eat that night. So clearing out what dangers they could, and giving them a good idea of what to expect was paramount.
Was there a barking dog next door that might alert the humans? Or poor footing somewhere that might cause a cat to stumble and trip at the wrong moment? Small details could mean the difference between success and failure.
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ooc : — Welcome, fellow Trappers, to our first specialty patrol! We're the muscle that clears the way for the Thieves to come and do their thing, choosing the most promising hunting grounds and running out any potential threats/rivals to minimize interference. OOCLY, though, this is a chance for us to have some fun with our cats, show off their skills, or give them a taste of danger outside of the territory. Participation in these Specialty Patrols is also a great way to earn recognition/bolster your characters reputation within the clan, allowing you to showcase their talents-- and weaknesses-- in different environments and scenarios!
TRAPPER PROMPT-- Tonight, the cats are scouting a small park that looks promising under the dark of night. It's quiet, has preyscent, and oddly enough doesn't seem to be a haunt for any of the neighborhood cats....
Feel free to explore the park at your own discretion-- on the surface it's just your typical, large human park with a playset, little walking paths, and lots of greenery! Optionally, you may roll a 1d10 to try and learn additional information about the place!
1 -2 -You find a small pile of some twoleg rubbish that the thieves might want to avoid!3 -You notice there's no scent of strays or kittypets here. Do they not hunt these grounds?4 -You notice that the scent of prey is here, but the usual sounds and signs of activity are not. Has the patrol them into hiding?5 -You find a cool feather!6 -You find a strange ball of fur and bones!7-You swear you feel something graze the fur along your shoulders, but you don't hear or see anything when you spin around to check!8-Something hisses and clicks menacingly at you from one of the many trees, but you can't see high enough into the branches to make out what it is. Maybe it was just your imagination?9-You find a spot that might be good for a thief to hide in if things go wrong during their hunt!10-Are your eyes playing tricks on you, or did you just see a pair of glowing eyes in the tree across the park?You catch the scent of fresh blood coming from the branches largest tree in the center of the park.. - shadowclan deputy - male - a large, black & blue chimera with moderate white splashing, mismatched eyes, and several scars.