Forest
Emberdawn and the whole of WindClan
Announcing of patrols!
WindClan Camp
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Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.
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Emberdawn still wasn’t exactly used to his duties yet, how the cats suddenly looked to him for patrols instead of him being in that position with Aspenberry. Part of him wondered if she had the same feelings… fleeting as they were… She had died for the slaughtering of the rogue… a death for a death. It was cruel, but he had trust that StarClan knew what they were doing when the battle occurred. Regardless, he couldn’t sit around with his thoughts all morning. There were patrols to be done.
“WindClan, gather for patrols!” He called out, awaiting the cats to gather. The sight of them all looking at him eagerly made his heart drop, he just hoped this feeling would pass, and if he hoped enough, it would.
“While the rogue has been killed, that shouldn’t mean we let down our guard.” He commented, giving a flick of his ruddy tinted plume to keep the warriors to attention, they all seemed to listen… fancy that. “I’d like Shadesleek and Bayflower to take off at dawn to sweep our border at the barn, mark your scent and be cautious, we want the rogues to know whose territory this is before they take a step onto the moor. You both may take Oatpaw and Heatherpaw with you” He spoke with more confidence than he felt at the moment, his bicolored eyes flicking to the other warriors.
“Breezewing, take Smallclaw and Brighteyes to hunt at sunhigh, if you catch enough prey before dusk, remark the borders we have by Trespass Point.” Part of him simply prayed that he was doing fine as the deputy of WindClan, one of the biggest of the jobs he had taken on… and if StarClan spoke in his favor, there were bigger things ahead. With a sigh he continued.
He flicked his tail, glancing at a red pointed warrior “Basilflame, take Boulderdash, and Fallheart on the dusk patrol, focus on hunting and keeping the clan fed.” he finished, his paws threatening to quiver beneath the weight of his responsibilities. “Petalsnap, you and Beewhisker will take turns with sentry duty throughout the day. Keep your eyes and ears alert for anything suspicious, while the rogue is dead, we should remain ever vigilant.”
“Mentors,” He addressed, moving his gaze to the four senior warriors of the clan, “Keep your apprentices vigilant as well.” His addition came with a flick of his ear. He had spoken with Fawnstar about what he was about to say and took in a breath through his nose. “Boldclaw, Fawnstar and I have spoken, you will be doing duties around camp and handling fortifying of the dens. Heatherpaw,” he addressed the lilac caramel tortoiseshell directly “To ensure no other apprentices are slacking, you will watch over them, Boldclaw is sharing the duties, not taking over them.”
After he made sure he had been heard, he gave a nod to his clanmate, hoping he had done enough. “Dismissed.”
FROM WINDCLAN:
Beewhisker - ⚧ Bubbly Warrior (They/Them)
Sunbear - ♀ Stoic Elder (She/Her)
Basilflame - ♀ Gentle Warrior (She/Her)
Berrypaw - ♂ Energetic Apprentice (He/Him)
Emberdawn - ♂ Altruistic Warrior (He/Him)
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Greypebbles - ♂ Quiet Warrior (He/Him)
Robinpaw - ♀ Considerate Apprentice (She/Her)
Orchidflame - ♀ Sincere Elder (She/Her)
Gingerthrash - ♂ Arrogant Elder (He/Him)
Brindlespice - ♀ Selfish Warrior (She/Her)
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Clovershine - ♀ Optimistic Senior Warrior (She/Her)
Wolfpaw - ♂ Reticent Apprentice (He/Him)
Eaglecry - ♀ Maternal Elder (She/Her)
Quailfeather - ♂ Caring Warrior (He/Him)
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Goosesong - ♂ Disciplined Senior Warrior (He/Him)
Lilyriver - ♀ Fierce Queen (She/Her)
Skykit - ♀ Gracious Kit (She/Her)
Hailstrike - ♀ Ambitious Warrior (She/Her)
OUTSIDER/S:
Duchess - ♀ Charming Semi-Feral (She/Her)
Laetitia Von Noon - ♀ Poised Domestic (She/Her)
Fox - ♂ Charismatic Feral (He/Him)
Vivica - ♀ Calculated Domestic (She/Her)
Sprig
I’m still a Warrior no matter what you say!
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Boldclaw lay in the entrance of the elders’ den, watching as the clan’s new deputy prepared to announce the day’s patrols. A part of the tom felt utterly awful over the loss of Aspenberry. As much as he and the former deputy hadn’t appeared to see eye-to-eye, he had never wished death on her. In some ways, he missed her. They had grown up together after all. Even so, the seal point tom lay his head on his paws, lazily watching to see how the new deputy would handle the tasks.
As Boldclaw watched Emberdawn, he half debated the idea of approaching the tom after all the patrols were announced in order to request a return to being a warrior or at least to be allowed to go for a walk on the moor, but he decided it wouldn’t be worth the effort. The rogue might be dead, and no longer a threat, but after the interaction with Smokekit, he very much doubted anything would ever change. The mousedung scrap of fur was devastatingly right when he had declared that Boldclaw had nothing to look forward to, and it had caused the creamy tom to lose all hope. More than that, before that interaction Basilflame had promised to try to help, to at least get him to be allowed to go on a walk, but the she-cat hadn’t spoken to him much since. He wondered if she had heard or seen how he had treated Smokekit and if that had caused her to dislike him. Boldclaw sighed to himself. It didn’t matter now.
Despite himself, the Windclan elder’s ears perked up as he heard his cousin call Windclan to gather to be assigned their patrols. He didn’t turn his gaze to Emberdawn, and instead closed his eyes, but continued to listen. Family meant a lot to Boldclaw, especially as he didn’t seem to have much left. With Emberdawn being younger than him, the sturdy tom had always made an effort to try to slyly look out for his kin, but he would be hard pressed to admit that this had been little more than occasionally checking that Emberdawn was, in fact, still alive. He would, of course, claim that he had done far more, such as guiding the younger tom through his training and helping him learn techniques even though the truth was that he had been almost completely absent from his life.
Boldclaw rolled his eyes under his eyelids as Emberdawn pointed out that they couldn’t let their guard down. Proof to the moody tom that even if he did try to appeal his case, it would likely be ignored or some excuse made. As though his sleepswoon made him more vulnerable than a fresh apprentice. They were still kits with no experience, while he was a fully trained warrior who just so happened to fall asleep sometimes without meaning to. Boldclaw snorted as he listened to the patrols be announced, although his heart still twinged with sadness that he wasn’t included. He opened his eyes and sighed as Emberdawn reminded mentors to keep their apprentices vigilant. Sadness welling ever more as he realised that he would never be a mentor either.
Just as Boldclaw was debating whether to return to the muggy gloom of the elders’ den or if he ought to find a secluded spot to hide throughout the day, he heard his name. Surprised, the creamy tom turned his attention back to Emberdawn. For a moment all he could do was blink in amazement and shock, before he scrambled to his paws and trotted toward Emberdawn, ignoring the warriors who were preparing for their patrols. “Emberdawn!” he called and stopped near his cousin. “Do you really mean it? Am I really in charge of fortifying the dens? Does that mean I can go out to collect what’s needed? And what other duties am I allowed to do?” Excitement shone in the tom’s blue eyes and he seemed like a fresh apprentice in his eagerness, although there was a guarded look behind the excitement that suggested he fully expected to hear that this was a prank.