SECOND SLEEP IS CALLING OUT TO ME — October Patrols

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Frostmoth takes his place toward the camp's entrance. Casual, calm, and collected. By now, he is used to doling out and organizing patrols. He might even enjoy it to some extent, though he would never admit it for fear of potentially coming across like some work-crazy cat. Dawn comes biting at Frostmoth's heels, and he is almost certain for a moment as the dawn sun crests over the horizon that he can nearly see his breath. He smiles a little to himself, relishing the idea of leaf-bare in RiverClan camp. Leaf-bare away from the shipyard, for once. How nice that will be.

"Good morning," he begins as he always does "Gather for patrols."

First, he angles his ears toward the smoky-coated warrior that he first came to know in the shipyard. Though they are not blood related, he finds a certain comfort and closeness in him, and thus trusts him to do well by leading this patrol. "Smokewreath, take a patrol to the ThunderClan border," he begins thoughtfully "Pay extra mind to sunningrocks. ThunderClan has been kind to us with regard to them, but I want to make sure we haven't accidentally invited cats onto our shore. Take Wavesong, Ivytwist, and Hazecloud with you." Frostmoth decides not to go on this patrol this time, in part due to his suspicions regarding his apprentice having the vague tang of the forest on her a time or two, but also because he finds his want for sunningrocks to be staling.

And speaking of which, he glances down at the lilac-furred apprentice he is thinking of. "Lavenderpaw, we will take a patrol to the campground," he addresses her first "And I'd like to take Shimmerstone and Russetfall with us. There has been a lot of twoleg activity reported there lately. I think it would be wise to get a good idea of what's going on and if the twolegs are doing anything that will be a danger to RiverClan cats." His glance lingers on Russetfall for a moment. He hopes silently that the stony lifeguard isn't feeling too bad about Thunderpaw running off after Rainpaw had gone missing. Even if she doesn't say much in the way of deep feeling, he still is sure that she feels concern for her apprentice.

As if by some strange design, the next cat he looks to is the foil to the first he had picked out. A sisterly figure among the masses. "Willowburn, I'd like you to lead a patrol to fourtrees please. There's some strange activity happening there, and I'd also like to know if our territory out that way might be viable for hunting in the colder months." He pauses, thinking for a moment before deciding on who he wants to go with her "You can take Beepaw and Crescentpaw of course, and also Hydrangeabloom and Lichentuft." He nods once he has finished, confirmation that he feels confident in his selection.

Frostmoth turns now as he sees a familiar silvery figure moving toward him in the crowd. "Good morning Pikestar," he greets the leader with a sniff "Would you take a patrol to SkyClan? I know that you had expressed interest in speaking with them." He realizes that his question is not much of a question, but it doesn't matter much either way. He knows that the eel-soft leader would accept his proposal anyhow. Pikestar never took much convincing. "Hmm... You can take Coyoteclaw, Littlebrook, and Galepaw with you. I believe that will be a good group." He nods in finality before moving on.

The nervousness of a swiftly approaching cold season changes his tune as he seeks patrol leaders for supplies. "Pebbledream," he picks out the warrior easily in the crowd, a courageous and smart cat who would likely do well helming a patrol "Take a hunting patrol to the river. The colder temperatures should be drawing fish closer to the surface in search of sunlight. Take Stormswirl, Juncopaw, Crowvortex, and Nectarpaw with you." Frostmoth nods mildly. He thinks about suggesting a location or two, but in an effort to keep his paws in his own business, he opts to move on.

"Jinglemoon, I understand that the changing seasons will bring new challenges... If you don't mind, would you lead an herb patrol?" He looks finally to the blue-furred medicine cat, an apologetic expression on his face for borderline telling him what to do. It had not really been that many moons ago that he and Jinglemoon had nearly gone toe to toe over the hierarchy Pikestar once perceived them to have. Frostmoth still feels that he is trying to pick up the pieces. "Take Pineheart and Torrentpaw, Dogflicker and Moonlitpaw, and Lichentuft with you... And if you would, let us know if there is anything we should be looking for in the meantime."

After a moment's pause for protests or questions, the deputy stands to leave. A simple "That's all," is what he gives as he turns to stride away.

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ThunderClan: @Smokewreath (LEAD), @Wavesong @ivytwist @hazecloud
- The weather is cooling off, making sunningrocks all the more enticing. What is a popular hangout spot for RiverClan's forested neighbors could be fertile hunting grounds. Despite the good tidings at the ThunderClan sunningrocks party, it is obvious that some RiverClan cats believe that the sunningrocks should belong to their own clan instead. Investigate the borders here, but be careful to keep to your own side of the river...

Campsite: @Frostmoth (LEAD) w/ @lavenderpaw , @Shimmerstone , @Russetfall
- There seems to be more activity happening at the campsite. Some apprentices have gotten up to some mischief there in recent moons, but it seems like a ton of twolegs have been visiting and putting up their strange colorful pelts. This patrol seeks to observe from a distance. Just make sure you don't get caught by one of the twolegs!

Fourtrees: @willowburn (LEAD) ( @BEEPAW and @Crescentpaw ), @Hydrangeabloom , @lichentuft
- The changing seasons have made the leaves in the great oaks over fourtrees all the more beautiful. As you lead your patrol here, you find yourself more entertained by the majesty of autumn than actually patrolling. It isn't until you've reached fourtrees that you realize you've encountered some cats from the Rustclaws.

SkyClan: @PIKESTAR (LEAD) @Coyoteclaw @Littlebrook ( @Galepaw )
- SkyClan remains a hotly contested neighbor to the north. Some RiverClan cats seem interested in befriending them and learning more about their ways, while others hesitate at the idea. Still, your border patrol takes you to the color-shifting SkyClan territory- maybe you discuss politics or the code along the way... Just be sure to mind your paws!

Hunting: @pebbledream. (LEAD) @STORMSWIRL ( @JUNCOPAW ), @Crowvortex ( @Nectarkit )
- The cooler temperatures have been bringing more fish to the surface to seek warmth and food. However, it seems that the falling leaves on the river have added a new obstacle to hunting. Is your character successful at catching some of the more surface-drawn fish, or do they find themselves frustrated by the reflected colors and leaf litter on the surface?

Herbs: @Jinglemoon (LEAD) @pineheart ( @Torrentpaw ) @lichentuft @dogflicker ( @Moonlitpaw )
- With the quickly approaching leaf-bare, Jinglemoon probably wants to see that his stores are well-stocked. It is still strange to think of all the effects of seasons on the clans, especially given that this is RiverClan's first leaf-fall, but it seems that this patrol in managing well. You might even find a new autumnal plant along the way!

And oh, what's this? It seems that @lavenderpaw and @Galepaw will be rallying the apprentices for something... I wonder what that's about...?

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PEBBLEDREAM ──
riverclan | warrior
Pebbledream sits upright as they listen to Frostmoth speak, their eyes watching with unblinking attention. The untrained eye may think them annoyed, but their intense gaze upon the deputy is merely one of reverence. They like to think themself to be a jack of all trades; there is no specific patrol they are keen to be sent on, and as such, they are waiting intently to hear their name called for any one of them. It's no matter what task will be at paw - they will perform dutifully, because that is what gives them purpose in this life.

When their name is called, however, Pebbledream is met with a surprise most welcome to them - it seems as though Frostmoth has chosen them to lead the hunting patrol. Despite their stoic demeanor, pride is practically radiating from them in waves as they respectfully bow their head. "It would be my honor." And that it is; Pebbledream can fathom little that would make them happier than to take on such a task for the Clan they so diligently serve.
Already, they are mulling over where would serve as the proper hunting grounds to lead their fellow warriors in the upcoming patrol. Surely the river would be the ideal place; hunting on land can prove difficult, as the chill of leaf-bare makes them grow scarce. It'd be best to try and catch some fish from the river while they still can, and to only hunt on land if the river yields no success.
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FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE
EMPTINESS MACHINE

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Russetfall can't help the soft growl of displeasure that leaves her when her name is called for a patrol. Not for being picked for a patrol specifically, but rather for the location. Twolegs were far from friendly to cats in her eyes. Sure there were those like Pikestar that had been treated well by their twolegs but personally the molly had had nothing but bad experiences.

"I doubt they're up to anything good..." The molly bites out, tail rattling along the ground like an angry snake behind her. "I'm ready to go whenever you all are. We should be cautious, twolegs are unpredictable."

A small part of her wonders what Thunderpaw would think of this patrol. If she'd be excited or wary.. Hadn't her brother been one of the apprentices that had gotten into trouble there? She shakes the thought away. Her apprentice was not here, and she could not waste more time than she already had to search for her.

Hopefully, sooner rather than later, she'd return unharmed.


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Shaking the fatigue out of her pelt, Lavenderpaw waits patiently for Frostmoth to run through his daily patrols. She tries to not let it show, but the molly is not immune to disappointment as Sunningrocks is gifted to another set of cats to patrol that day. Even more, her mentor lets her name roll off of his tongue for their venture (the twoleg frequency has been getting out of control,) and she almost considers it purposeful. She can't suggest the tom an idiot who can't tell what his apprentice does with her free time, but he could at least talk with her if he suspected anything...

... though, the fact that she hasn't spoken with him plagues her thoughts, too. They're both dressed in the same sin, she supposes.

Russetfall doesn't seem too keen on finding the campsite, either, and Lavenderpaw adopts her aloofness. She'd also rather not be sighted by twolegs in any season - but it's worth it to see if the furless upwalkers are trying to encroach more and more on RiverClan's territory. The blue furred smoke idles near the life guard, waiting for Frostmoth to be finished.
 
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Another round of patrols, and Hazecloud pleasantly found herself in the company of kin once again. The smoky molly beamed as she bounced up to Smokewreath's side, obnoxiously pressing her entire body against him in sappy display of affection. "Oh, will you bring me out on a date to Sunningrocks, my dearest? Use those big strong muscles to feed me the biggest perch you can find?" Hazecloud meowed with laughter in her voice. Lucky for him their mate was cast away to a different patrol, and he would be saved from being squeezed on both sides.

"Oh! Lavvie," Hazecloud pulled away from Smokewreath to trot toward her daughter. "Do be careful around those twolegs. They tend to eye up pretty cats like us." The molly drew her tongue between her daughters ears lovingly before leaving her to her mentor.
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I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.

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Wavesong stretched with a long, unhurried yawn, her jaws parting wide as the early light glimmered on her whiskers. She padded forward with a bounce in her step, not quite a walk, not quite a dance, just enough to shake the sleep from her limbs and wake her muscles for the day ahead. Settling down, she flicked an ear toward Frostmoth as the morning patrols were read out, her tail curling neatly around her paws. A soft chuckle rumbled in her throat as she felt Troutkit nuzzle beneath her tail once again, the familiar warmth of him pressing against her fur. StarClan help her, she was going to miss that one day, when he grew too big, too proud, too grown to hide under his mother's tail. She gave him a playful bap on the nose with her paw before turning her attention back to Frostmoth, ears pricking forward.

Ah, the Sunningrocks patrol. The name alone stirred memories and murmurs, a place that shone bright but hid sharp edges beneath. A rumour mill for trouble, if there ever was one. Smokewreath and Hazecloud together would make for an interesting combination, though she was glad Ivytwist would be along as well to even the balance. Her ears twitched thoughtfully as she listened to the rest of the assignments. Frostmoth heading for the campground, smart. There'd been too much twoleg activity there lately, and someone needed to keep watch. Willowburn checking Fourtrees, Pikestar leading a patrol toward SkyClan, and Pebbledream heading to the river with a hunting group... All well placed. A soft purr of approval vibrated in her chest as her gaze drifted to Jinglemoon. Herbs would be sorely needed soon. She silently wished her friend luck, may the earth be kind and the frost stay shallow.

Finally, she lowered her head toward her son, brushing a paw gently over the soft fur of his head. Her voice was barely above a whisper, low and warm. " Ye be good t'th'other caregivers, ye wee sprout. " she murmured. " Mama'll be back before ye know it, aye? " She pressed her nose to his ear for just a heartbeat longer.

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There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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Littlebrook's gaze lingered on Pikestar for a heartbeat longer, sharp and alert. The mention of SkyClan drew her attention, their high trees, their distant borders, the territory that smelled faintly of wind and unfamiliar leaves. She flicked her ears, careful to observe the reactions of the cats around her, though her focus never wavered from the leader. " So. " she said, her voice soft but measured. " Our travels will lead us to the high trees of SkyClan. " Her head tilted slightly, the light glint of curiosity in her eyes hiding the careful caution underneath. The Warrior Code had been whispered among them before, a guideline meant to steer disputes and alliances, but the details were always hazy.

Perhaps today they would finally hear more about this fabled Warrior Code...

She allowed a slow breath to escape, tail flicking lightly in thought. " I hope the patrols are well-prepared. " she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, though her eyes briefly flicked toward Pineheart. Herb patrol had been critical, especially with the changing seasons. Leafbare would demand careful tending, illness could spread too quickly. She pressed a mental note to check in with him later.

Littlebrook's attention returned to the meeting, ears pricked, posture straight. Questions lingered, but for now, she would watch, listen, and prepare herself for whatever SkyClan's words might bring.

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Exhaustion seeped through his bones, he wanted nothing more than to sleep. The past few days had been extremely busy with talking to his friends about certain matters. Each conversation had been draining but needed. It exhausted him in more ways than one that he stopped his nightly walks for the past few sunrises. When he awoke, he could hear the booming voice of Frostmoth. Even if he was unable to discern what was being said, he could only assume it was time for patrols. It was funny to think about. How they settled into this routine. With Frostmoth arranging the patrols, but he whenever he wants to bring up this fact... He sees the pride in Frostmoth's eyes. I can't take this away from him.

For now he exits his den, his fur unkempt from rolling around in his nest. Frostmoth's booming voice looms over him as he quietly finds a place to be seated. Willowburn to fourtrees? He looks to the molly in question. Before he can even ponder about the decision Frostmoth had made, his deputy is addressing him. He tilts his head to look at the tom, rubbing sleep from his eyes,
"Mornin'. "
Maybe its because of his sleepiness that he doesn't give Frostmoth a questioning tilt. All he does is nod at being told to lead a patrol to Skyclan. Even if he were more awake, he would agree anyway. After all, he trusted his deputy. If they believed he was better suited on a patrol to Skyclan, then he would be there. Although he wasn't too sure about today. He was tired and there was something he wanted to do first.

When the patrols are handed out and Frostmoth retires, he approaches each member of the patrol he is meant to lead.
"We'll go another day. I'll gather you all when it's time."
I'll work on that in the meantime. I don't want to lead them to Skyclan when I'm already so tired. It's just asking for trouble.
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