Shadow Fiend: Inactive | Chill of Death: Permanently Active
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]
➢ Never in a million years had she expected to oversleep of all things, it was shameful at absolute best, Mother had taught her better. So, practically passing out from exhaustion was something that was instilled into them as wrong, a disappointing action of one’s lack of self control. Her Father would be disappointed. So would they. A makes a shudder run down Hollow’s spine, she was the last to join and the eye bags under blue and amber hues told the whole story. The group was already halfway out of camp and now she had to play catch up, something white and cluster leaves. Bon-something. Yeah….she didn’t care for the name, that was a future problem. The current one was getting her ass into motion and padding faster than a snail.
Hollowpaw trails after the group, if anyone dared to look back they would find a blank expression that held unspoken regret lingering in the darkest corners of it. Silence cloaking her in some needed grace as they simply follow. Way to make a first impression, eh? Once she finished hisses insults towards herself they look around the area. Eyes on the hunt for the lightest of the flowers. One caught her eye, slowly going through a mental checklist of the requirements. This had to be it right…? Triangle leaves. Check. Clustering. Check. White flowers. Check. She they picked it with swiftness, looking back to the group with a look of acknowledgement. Sitting in place as they waited for the rest of patrol.
Fishpaw was here, something she hadn’t noticed until now. It helped ease their nerves a bit, it was nice having a familiar face among two Warrior she know knew the names of. So they would let a grin grow on her maw. Padding over to the scarred shecat, tiredness filling each step. A few playful words of encouragement couldn’t hurt, little challenge! Enjoy the life she had now, they wouldn’t get another chance. “Fish!” It was muffled at best, which didn’t help the tone of her voice being friendly, the opposite actually! “Last back to camp gets a face full of mud, you up for it?” Was this what Apprentices did? Tease each other right? Do silly things?
annoyed with what seemed like the overall public perception of him, rookfire more or less stomped out of camp. okay perhaps we shouldnt call it stomping but you could probably tell that he was mad and metaphorically dragged a slightly scared warrior behind. if six moons of work could be undone with the death of his useless traitor mentor like they had never happened, six moons of more work should yield some success, at least temporarily. rookfire wouldnt step down, wouldnt stop trying. he wasnt a quitter and stars above he wouldnt let anyone make him submit to their mousebrained judgement. a sharp glance behind to ensure he wasnt alone and already ticked off, roachflares mere presence irked him, curse the starsdamned buddy rule. the other mustve sensed his bad mood without much speech so he remained quiet, good.
really, they were lucky that being seen as lazy and useless didnt mean he'd show them what being lazy really looked like but instead pushed him to go above and beyond once more. herbs were off the table, borders had been checked this sunrise, rookfire would bring back enough prey to hold the clan over until the next patrol.
[ NOT RELATED TO THE OFFICIAL PATROL IN ANY CAPACITY ]
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Flytail
44 Moons
He/Him
Flytail adjusted the bundle of herbs carefully in his mouth, making sure they were secure before he glanced around at the group. He could feel the weight of the herbs in his jaws, a constant reminder of the responsibility he had to keep everyone on track. His blue eyes flickered between Hollowpaw, Fishpaw, and the rest of the patrol, noting the tiredness in Hollowpaw’s step and the exhaustion that lingered around her.
When she jokingly called out to Fishpaw, challenging him with a playful "Last back to camp gets a face full of mud," Flytail couldn’t help but let out a soft snort, though his gruff demeanor didn’t change. He wasn’t one for games or teasing, but he could understand why an apprentice might try to lighten the mood. Still, there was work to do, and Flytail wasn’t about to get distracted.
He adjusted the herbs once more, then turned to the others, his deep voice carrying through the air. “Alright, you all good?” Flytail’s eyes lingered on the two apprentices and glancing at the warrior, making sure they were ready. "Got the herbs, now let's head back to camp. No need to waste any more time. We've got what we need."
" - When you’re going to change the world, don’t ask for permission. - "
Fishpaw Followed her patrol looking around for the herbs that silentpaw described to the patrol, she was on a mission for chickweed, Bright green, in a cluster Should be easy enough.
Looking around with her deep green eyes, fishpaw scanned the ground for the bright green herb before- Bingo! Fishpaw locked onto the chickweed and grabbed the bundle of herbs in her maw before turning back to hollowpaw who called her name ‘Last back to camp gets a face full of mud, you up for it?’ OH! So hollows wanted to race? Bring it on! Fishpaw skipped upwards before darting off to camp lets see who’s faster a fish or a hollow?
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Flytail
44 Moons
He/Him
Flytail's earlier grumpiness softened a touch as he followed Newtbelly's lead, his sharp blue eyes still scanning the ground but with a slight nod in agreement. "Alright, I'll give you that," he muttered, the words more of a begrudging acknowledgment than anything else. "Training is good, when the apprentice is worth the effort. Not everyone is cut out for it." He glanced over at Newtbelly, a flicker of something almost resembling a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Guess I’m just not as patient as you, huh? But I suppose you're right, there's something satisfying about seeing them get it right."
The air between them seemed a little less tense now. Flytail's gruff exterior had cracked just a little, his willingness to engage evident in the way he followed along, keeping an eye on the trail. "I’ve always preferred the night hunts, too. Just feels like a better challenge. But yeah... with those Owls out there, it's too risky for anyone new. You’re not the only one who worries." As they moved further down the scent trail, Flytail's voice was quieter, a touch more open. "You're good at this. Better than most." His eyes flicked toward a rustling sound just ahead—a slight shift in the brush. He froze, his tail flicking in concentration. His blue gaze narrowed as he focused on the movement, instinct kicking in. Then, there it was. The mouse.
It darted from beneath a bramble, unaware of the predators nearby. Flytail tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring. He dropped into a low crouch, moving with careful precision as he tracked the mouse’s movements. With a flash of speed, he lunged, his paws outstretched and the sharp snap of his jaws closing on the small creature. In an instant, it was over—no struggle, no wasted effort. He stood up, his eyes glinting as he held the mouse in his mouth. "Well," Flytail murmured, his voice gruff but the hint of approval clear, "that’s more like it." He placed the mouse on the ground between them, giving a short nod. "A bit more than a snack."
midnightsun stifled a sigh, averting his eyes from flytail. "theyre all yours, im not wasting any more time" he muttered, flashing the warrior another grin before turning, already walking in the other direction. leaving both apprentices with flytail to go after his own herbs ugh. not the move. if flytail was going to pick a fight oh midnightsun was not in the mood to fight him on anything right now. chervil or something, light green frilly leaves.. the cold biting at his nose midnightsun exhaled, leaving some of the tension melt from him, before prancing off to try and find some.
[ d20 - 19, 6, 17, 11, 4 ]
the cold had eaten away at most plants enough to make this hard, and the seasoned warrior only came away with two in the end, having the rest crumble between his teeth. the dry rough texture it left on his tongue was easy enough to ignore, unlike the pressure he felt, torn between kindness and rejection of society. if only his roleplayer knew what he was doing, and midnightsun wasnt sun a unstable character. a lot of things would be easier that way.
Flytail
44 Moons
He/Him
Flytail's earlier grumpiness softened a touch as he followed Newtbelly's lead, his sharp blue eyes still scanning the ground but with a slight nod in agreement. "Alright, I'll give you that," he muttered, the words more of a begrudging acknowledgment than anything else. "Training is good, when the apprentice is worth the effort. Not everyone is cut out for it." He glanced over at Newtbelly, a flicker of something almost resembling a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Guess I’m just not as patient as you, huh? But I suppose you're right, there's something satisfying about seeing them get it right."
The air between them seemed a little less tense now. Flytail's gruff exterior had cracked just a little, his willingness to engage evident in the way he followed along, keeping an eye on the trail. "I’ve always preferred the night hunts, too. Just feels like a better challenge. But yeah... with those Owls out there, it's too risky for anyone new. You’re not the only one who worries." As they moved further down the scent trail, Flytail's voice was quieter, a touch more open. "You're good at this. Better than most." His eyes flicked toward a rustling sound just ahead—a slight shift in the brush. He froze, his tail flicking in concentration. His blue gaze narrowed as he focused on the movement, instinct kicking in. Then, there it was. The mouse.
It darted from beneath a bramble, unaware of the predators nearby. Flytail tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring. He dropped into a low crouch, moving with careful precision as he tracked the mouse’s movements. With a flash of speed, he lunged, his paws outstretched and the sharp snap of his jaws closing on the small creature. In an instant, it was over—no struggle, no wasted effort. He stood up, his eyes glinting as he held the mouse in his mouth. "Well," Flytail murmured, his voice gruff but the hint of approval clear, "that’s more like it." He placed the mouse on the ground between them, giving a short nod. "A bit more than a snack."
He couldn't help but give a small chuckle, "I don't know about that," he began, as he slowly crept down the trail. "I think I've just been lucky with apprentices." Thinking back on each one he'd had the pleasure of training - even (well, especially) his first apprentice, Tickpaw who went missing, they'd all been exceptionally well behaved. Perhaps Stempaw was a little more boisterous, but he still listened, and took to work easily.
Flytail wasn't half bad, Not that he'd expected anything bad of him, just that he didn't often find small talk anything other than insufferable. A rustle - no more time to think about all that. But Flytail was on it before he could begin. "You might be even better yourself," he complimented the tom as he dropped the catch on the ground. He didn't take his senior's praise lightly, though, he was determined to meet his expectations now. "I'll have to catch up." A kind of light-hearted joke, almost. He turned tail, returning to the trail and beginning to pick his way through the undergrowth, till he came upon a section where the scent lay strongest. He held himself close to the ground, eyes darting, waiting for a glimpse of movement - till - right there!
He pounced, claws outstretched.
[Rolled D20 - rolled 19]
It was a quick catch, which he nipped quickly, silently thanking it for its life. "That makes two," he cracked a slight smile, as he placed it with the other. He always got a little ego boost from doing something well, for better or for worse. It was a nicely sized mouse too - not as big as Flytail's catch, but good nonetheless. "I always found mice a bit too small, but these aren't bad. Especially in leafbare."
roachflare took his spot at the front of the group, leading them into the territory wordlessly before coming to a halt between two large trees. moss crawling up the sides, roach glanced upwards briefly before facing wormbelly and stormypaw. "st-stormypaw..with me. wormbelly r-r-return here" he forced out, mismatched eyes pressed shut as embarassment burned hot and heavy up bugs neck. as if it wasnt bad enough that every word felt impossibly big in his throat..
the small cat squared his shoulders in an attempt to maintain some authority despite his size and speech impediment, before padding off in search of chervil and blessed thistle. he recalled what sleepysunrise had said; a thorny shrub with pricked leaves, adorned with yellow and red flowers the shape of spiders. chervil he had seen before, small, smooth green leaves. the exactly she provided had been helpful nonetheless, as bug wasnt really one for remembering any of the leafy greens they collected.
[ rolls: 9, 14, 9, 4, 12 - 1x chervil, 1x blessed thistle ] "have you..done a h-herb patrol before..stormypaw?" they broke the silence, words barely above a mutter while bugs eyes remained focussed on the bush he was nosing at. hopefully sleepysunrise wouldnt be disappointed, it didnt look like bug was going to find much. the first usable chervil plant was surprisingly easy to find and uproot but such luck was expectedly followed by a whole bunch of failures. he was almost ready to give up when he came across a plant similar to what sleepysunrise had described as blessed thistle. they stared for a moment. had sleepysunrise mentioned which part? before selecting what looked the most logical.
Wormbelly ♣ He / It ♣ Shadowclan warrior ♣ 12+ moons
Wormbelly followed close behind Roachflare and Stormypaw. Wormbelly hesitated, glancing from the group of cats to the territory. He didn't like the idea of being alone, but also didn't want to come across as disrespectful to the other warrior.
He flashed a nervous smile before nodding "Yeah, uh- I'll meet you guys back here! sounds uh- good" Worm padded off in a random direction, looking for the plants the medicine cat had described. He found a few different plants until he FINALLY found some of the herb they'd been asked to grab.
[ Rolled a 13, 8, 17, 11, 17 - + 3 x Chervil, + 1 x Blessed thistle ]
He dug up as much chervil as he could carry, doing his best to not damage any as he plucked them, roots and all from the ground. He originally grabbed four, but damaged one. he cursed under his breath but ultimately couldn't do anything about it. Wormbelly hummed softly as he then searched for some of the other herb Sleepysunrise had described. Once found he grabbed a bunch, realizing he was basically carrying all he could.
Wormbelly made his way back to where it'd said it'd meet back with the others. He set down his pile, realizing he was the first to return. Oh well, that'd fine, he'd sit here and watch his prey. Nothing could happen in Shadowclan territory, right? right.
He gave a firm nod, but wasn't entirely successful with convincing itself. The smoky black tom's differently coloured gaze darted around the area. Every small noise sending a shiver down the Shadowclan cat's spine.
Had Stagnight been alone? He didn't remember specifically seeing someone else... but what if... what if it'd missed something? He hadn't even known Stag wasn't dead so it wouldn't surprise him... but if there was another... did that mean that Worm itself was in danger now? And his grandma? Stars... why did his mother have to have done all she did.
His thoughts continued as it stared ahead of itself, brows furrowed.
roachflare took his spot at the front of the group, leading them into the territory wordlessly before coming to a halt between two large trees. moss crawling up the sides, roach glanced upwards briefly before facing wormbelly and stormypaw. "st-stormypaw..with me. wormbelly r-r-return here" he forced out, mismatched eyes pressed shut as embarassment burned hot and heavy up bugs neck. as if it wasnt bad enough that every word felt impossibly big in his throat..
the small cat squared his shoulders in an attempt to maintain some authority despite his size and speech impediment, before padding off in search of chervil and blessed thistle. he recalled what sleepysunrise had said; a thorny shrub with pricked leaves, adorned with yellow and red flowers the shape of spiders. chervil he had seen before, small, smooth green leaves. the exactly she provided had been helpful nonetheless, as bug wasnt really one for remembering any of the leafy greens they collected.
[ rolls: 9, 14, 9, 4, 12 - 1x chervil, 1x blessed thistle ] "have you..done a h-herb patrol before..stormypaw?" they broke the silence, words barely above a mutter while bugs eyes remained focussed on the bush he was nosing at. hopefully sleepysunrise wouldnt be disappointed, it didnt look like bug was going to find much. the first usable chervil plant was surprisingly easy to find and uproot but such luck was expectedly followed by a whole bunch of failures. he was almost ready to give up when he came across a plant similar to what sleepysunrise had described as blessed thistle. they stared for a moment. had sleepysunrise mentioned which part? before selecting what looked the most logical.
Re: ShadowClan Territory
