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Post by Set on Jun 16, 2015 23:02:27 GMT -5
OOC: so just wanted to say, that we'll start the patrol in this thread, and then finish the patrol in tro's thread
Birchgrove strode out of Windclan camp. It was a beautiful day, with the sun having just fully emerged. The sky was as blue as ever and moors were beginning to turn from green to yellow, an evident sign of the of the heat of green-leaf final getting to the grassy moors. He turned to his patrol, looking at them with a rather calm expression.
"Alright everyone. We'll start by going over to the Thunderclan border. We'll need to keep the scent markers strong if we want to keep those squirrel eaters out. Once we're done there, we'll check the Skyclan border before doing a quick check at our border with the unclaimed territory.. It's a popular hub for rouges who think they can getting away with stealing our prey," Birchgrove said ," after we've checked the Thunderclan border, we can stop to hunt before we continue."
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Post by Pᴇɴᴛᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ on Jun 17, 2015 9:09:45 GMT -5
Larkdawn bounded past heather swatches, brushes of coarser moor grass, and stunted bushes and shrubs that lined the territory. She loved the feeling of the wind in her fur and the moor beneath her paws. Listening intently to Birchgrove, the female cat nodded briskly.
"That sounds excellent, Birchgrove. I hope the rogues haven't returned to the SkyClan border. They never seem to get the hint," she growled, pawing the ground and tearing at the grass. The long-furred she-cat knew the day would be full, the patrol undertaking many tasks, but it was good to go to her den, exhausted. Her mother always told Larkdawn that she hadn't succeeded that day if she didn't fall asleep as soon as her head hit the moss.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2015 17:19:52 GMT -5
Browntail agreed with Larkdawn. The young warrior snorted at the thought of rogues getting away with their prey. "Yeah, those rogues have brains the size of pebbles if they were to steal our prey. If we see them on our territory, I'll show them what Windclan's made of!" exclaimed the she-cat in a playful manner, pretending to slice an enemy in the air. She knew acting like this was a bit like acting like a kit, but it was nice to fool around once in awhile. When you're doing your duty, why not joke around a little to lighten the mood?
As they headed towards the Thunderclan border, the brown warrior put a happy skip in her step. She pushed threw some heather, and when she emerged, the wind ruffled her pelt, and the breeze carried away some of her shedding fur. The sun beat down on her back, and Browntail was glad that her fur was getting shorter. Then she looked back to see if Brookpaw was still following, and not getting distracted.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2015 20:13:52 GMT -5
Brookpaw noted her mentor's kit-like attitude, feeling herself gain energy off of it as she followed the cats excitedly. Well, by following, it's obvious that it means she dashed forward about twenty tail lengths to get to the rest of the group, then stopped to sniff and look around excitedly, then had to dash another twenty tail lengths to catch up with the group again. It was a process, one that Brookpaw didn't think there was anything wrong with. She got to look around, run, and stay with her group all at once! The she-cat's tail quivered excitedly, stopping again to paw at the ground distractedly as if she was a bird pecking at the ground. Wouldn't it be so cool to be a bird? She could soar above everyone and laugh at them all for their slowness! She giggled to herself, before darting up next to her mentor again. "If I was a bird, would you try to eat me?" she asked, treating her question as if it was a legitimate concern. After all, she didn't want to be eaten by her mentor. That would just be weird.
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Post by Set on Jun 17, 2015 21:39:52 GMT -5
Birchgrove led to the patrol towards the Thunderclan border closest to the Moonpool, rather amused at Browntail and Brookpaw's energy. It's good they have so much energy, it'll keep their claws sharp for when the clans start acting up again, whenever that might be, Birchgrove thought to himself. The tabby tom chuckled in response to Larkdawn's comment.
"Rogues will be rogues. You have to claw them a few times for them to get the message," Birchgrove replied. The tom gave a quick look at the sun's location. It hadn't risen much since they'd left camp, but Birchgrove knew that they'd need to pick up the pace if they hoped to clear the borders before Sunhigh. Giving a quick look back to the patrol, Birchgrove began to speak.
"Last one to the Thunderclan border is a piece of Riverclan fish-slop," Birchgrove said teasingly before taking off, tail streaming behind him. He was full of energy but borders had to be checked and it'd be a good way of using some of the energy fueling Browntail and Brookpaw.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 11:17:23 GMT -5
Browntail looked at Brookpaw as if her question were a joke. "First, I would bat you out of the air, pin you to the ground, and then make you run a bunch of laps!" she purred. It was funny, to think of her apprentice as a bird running around in circles laps.
Afterwards, as the patrol was nearing the Thunderclan border, the brown she-cat heard Birchgrove teasingly challenge them to race to the border. Me, piece of Riverclan fish-slop? Ha! "You wish!" the warrior exclaimed, racing after the Windclan deputy. Her legs pumped her towards Birchgrove, and the grass and heather seemed to be a blur. Soon, she was caught up with the tabby tom, and she turned to face the deputy as she ran. "Don't trip!" Browntail remarked playfully, sticking out her tongue. Then she turned her head back to look straight. She started to gain more speed, getting herself a bit more farther ahead than the rest.
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Post by Pᴇɴᴛᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ on Jun 18, 2015 22:42:29 GMT -5
Chuckling at the mentor-apprentice shenanigans going on, Larkdawn continued to trot toward the border. When the trees began to appear in the distance, she heard Birchgrove's challenge, and Larkdawn's claws gripped the soft moor. She took a moment to listen to the rest of the male cat's challenge before shooting off, racing down the hills. She loved the feeling of wind in her long fur and the sun on her back. With Greenleaf on its way, she felt the sun and air growing hotter each day, filled with the dewy morning rains and late-night storms. She was no RiverClan cat, however, so Larkdawn didn't care too much for the water. It was difficult to dry her fur, and even more difficult to clean it.
Slowing, Larkdawn hung back from the group, but no too noticeably. She didn't want to overextend her endurance, as the long fur made her hot and tired quickly. Also, Brookpaw already looked ready to take off into the air, rocketing toward the border. There was no way the warrior would beat that much energy. Looking on at the fun, Larkdawn relished the feelings and smells around her, loving life.
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Post by Silver on Jun 19, 2015 16:18:52 GMT -5
Brookpaw loved challenges. Really, she did. But she hadn't paid much attention to what Birchgrove had been saying while she sniffed at the ground and pondered that her mentor would force her to run laps if she was a bird, even though flying would be much more logical. She only realized her mistake once she heard the other cats tear off towards the ThunderClan border. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but she as sure as StarClan wouldn't be left behind. The young apprentice lunged forward, claws unsheathed as to get a better grip in the moorland as she raced forwards, eyes on the streaming tail of Larkdawn, getting steadily closer to her. As she caught up to the other warrior, she glanced at her and blinked in confusion, knowing that the warrior could probably run faster than Brookpaw could, and was probably just uncomfortable with the idea of running any faster. Knowing this, although Brookpaw loved the challenge, she mentally noted to herself how she was always chastised for disrespecting the warriors, and she decided to, instead, run alongside Larkdawn, matching her speed with practiced ease. Maybe Birchgrove would promote her to warrior earlier if she showed more respect around him!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2015 13:33:45 GMT -5
As Browntail ran, she felt herself getting more tired, but she kept herself ongoing. She liked the challenge, and wanted to take it on. But the brown warrior slowed back from exhaustion, and soon she was side by side with Birchgrove again. She glanced over at the tabby deputy, then turned forward. They were almost to the Thunderclan border, only a few fox lengths away now.
I can beat Birchgrove! the she-cat thought excitedly. She knew winning races was just play and not something to gloat over; well, maybe you could brag about once in awhile. But still, victory just felt glorious.
The wind ruffled her shedding brown fur as she ran; she loved the feel of the wind in her pelt, and the greenleaf sun's rays beat down on her back. It was still morning, so the sun's heat wasn't intense, not yet, at least. Still in step with Birchgrove, Browntail kept on racing.
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Post by Set on Jun 23, 2015 18:58:45 GMT -5
Birchgrove was glad to have the patrol racing along with him. The wind in his fur felt great, but he still managed to keep up a good and steady pace. He was surprised that Brookpaw wasn't leading the way, but brushed it off after glancing behind to make sure she was still following. It wasn't long before the stream border began approaching. Thunderclan woodland could be seen just beyond it. Noticing Browntail's determination to win, Birchgrove slowed down and let the she-cat have the win, coming to a stop at the stream before Larkdawn and Brookpaw.
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Post by Pᴇɴᴛᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ on Jun 24, 2015 10:15:32 GMT -5
Panting slightly, Larkdawn gave Birchgrove a wry smile. She hadn't run like that in ages, and she felt like a kit again. Her playfulness got the better of her, speaking out.
"I want a rematch on the way back, Birchgrove, against all of you," the warrior joked, paws messing with the grass underpaw. Licking down fur on her chest, the warrior padded forward, close to the border. She breathed deeply, smelling the air, tasting ThunderClan scents. Their musky smell clogged her nose, causing her to rub it in frustration. Ears back, Larkdawn sat down, waiting for instructions.
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Post by Silver on Jun 24, 2015 17:31:34 GMT -5
Brookpaw flicked her ears in slight annoyance. They hadn't even acknowledged that she stuck close to Larkdawn to make her feel better about being so slow! Energy still pulsed through the young apprentice, and she unsheathed her claws to dig them into the ground in slight irritation. Losing interest in her anger, Brookpaw glanced over at the ThunderClan territory in curiosity, tail tip twitching. It was too bad there were no trespassers - she would've ripped them to shreds! "Hey, Birchy-birch," she started, returning to her disrespectful attitude while glancing at Birchgrove. "What're we doing? D'you know?" the young apprentice questioned, eyeing him accusingly. Not moving was boring! No one liked to do boring things, especially not Brookpaw.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2015 14:04:53 GMT -5
"I WIN!" exclaimed Browntail in triumph, strutting around boastfully. Then she suddenly stopped, a bit ashamed by her bragging, and said, "But you guys all did well. It was just a.. just a race anyway. Besides, I'm sure any of you could've won if I tripped, as if I would ever trip." As she said this, the brown warrior tripped over a twig, and her face was implanted into the dirt.
Embarrassing. The she-cat got up casually from her fall, like nothing happened. Then she turned to Birchgrove, waiting for him to say what to do. When she heard Brookpaw speak, Browntail walked over to Brookpaw and swiped her paws over her ears so that it wouldn't bleed, but it would sting. "Don't be disrespectful to your deputy," the brown warrior hissed in her ear strictly. Then more gently, she added, "I know you want to do stuff, but being a warrior isn't all action. You need to have patience, and time to think about what to do, and how to do it." The she-cat touched her apprentice's shoulder with her tail.
"I hope you understand." Then Browntail's voice hardened, and she added, "and no more of that attitude of yours, 'kay?"
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Post by Set on Jun 26, 2015 18:09:23 GMT -5
Birchgrove ignored the apprentice's comment, giving Browntail a thankful look and amused look. The warrior had given Brookpaw some good advice. Seeing as everyone had caught their breath, Birchgrove decided he'd speak.
"Alright there are some border markers following this stream down to the lake. Each of us will take turns marking one and catching up to the patrol as we move down this side of stream and to the lake. Make sure to keep your ears up, your eyes sharp, and your nose in the air. We want to make sure Thunderclan hasn't crossed the border and if they have, then we'll report to Aspenstar," Birchgrove said as he finished giving instructions, before turning to the apprentice. Maybe her energy could best be diverted in a different method.
"Brookpaw why don't you lead the way to the first marker, think of it as an assessment," Birchgrove told the apprentice.
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Post by Pᴇɴᴛᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ on Jul 1, 2015 15:27:20 GMT -5
Larkdawn watched in amusement as Brookpaw was reprimanded for her actions and words against the deputy. Birchgrove didn't seem too upset by it, as he shouldn't, as deputies must be toughened to harsh words and mocking jabs. Browntail did an excellent job of mentoring Brookpaw, giving her advice that any apprentice could find useful. It's about time they learned some manners... She thought to herself, licking a paw and dragging it over an ear. Larkdawn stood and stretched quickly, ready to continue moving along the stream. She was interested in how Brookpaw would lead the patrol. Hopefully, it didn't involve playing Catch the Mouse around the bordermarkers.
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Post by Silver on Jul 2, 2015 2:15:44 GMT -5
Brookpaw flicked her ears in annoyance. Why did the deputy deserve such praise? Sure, whatever, some big important cat with nine lives picked him. Cool story, but did that really mean he was better than her? Realizing that arguing would just lead to more punishments, she remained quiet, silently brooding. However, when he asked her to lead them to the first marker she perked her ears in curiosity. Maybe she could prove herself as a warrior! She bounced forward, her infectious charisma returning as her tail quivered in excitement. She tried to calm herself, thinking about how her mentor would act if she was asked to lead the patrol. "As Birchgrove said," she eyed the older cat, hoping he appreciated her using his full name, "Make sure to keep an eye on the border. If we're lucky we might actually see something," she meowed impatiently, but she found herself cringing a little. She sounded bossy. She didn't like that. Whatever. She padded alongside the border, feeling her pace quicken as she began to become incapable of holding back her excitement. When they reached the first marker and she scented it, she finally exploded. "So, how'd I do? I led everyone, I didn't trip, nor did I yell loudly! I kept an eye out for what was going on...did I do OK?" she bounced around her mentor, meowing away.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 13:08:26 GMT -5
The brown she-cat saw her apprentice's ears flick in annoyance. At least she's not speaking in a disrespectful manner now. That might've been a little improvement on behavior, so Browntail decided not to chastise Brookpaw any further.
When Birchgrove told Brookpaw to lead the patrol to the first marker, the warrior watched as the young she-cat became her perky, energetic self, and as the patrol followed Brookpaw, her apprentice quickened until Browntail had to speed-walk to stay with the group. The she-cat looked around to see if there were any intruders around, but it looked like there were none so far. The breeze ruffled her fur, the heather swaying around her.
As soon as Brookpaw finished renewing the first scent marker, the apprentice bounced around her, asking for her approval. "Of course! You did great, considering you didn't get distracted or off task, " Browntail purred. I hope Brookpaw doesn't get too full of herself though. But the praise will make her happy. Then she turned her attention to Birchgrove. "Who's leading the us to the next marker?" the she-cat asked.
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Post by Set on Jul 9, 2015 20:36:14 GMT -5
OOC: sorry guys didnt notice the thread had been updated ;-;
"I'll lead the way to the next marker," Birchgrove told the rest of the patrol. Although Brookpaw had led the patrol rather quickly, Birchgrove had to admit she'd done a good job.
"Good work Brookpaw," Birchgrove told the small apprentice. Seeing as Brookpaw had re-scented the current marker, Birchgrove waved his tail for the others to follow before taking the lead. His pace wasn't as fast as Brookpaw's, but he made sure the patrol moved along at a rate that allowed the cats to easily follow along while maintaining a large amount of vigilance in the area. The air carried the scent of Thunderclan, having been carried on a breeze that had blown through the nearby Thunderclan forests. A stale fox scent brought slight alarm to Birchgrove, but he relaxed when he noticed it had headed towards Thunderclan's territory. So far, it seemed the patrol would be a regular one, with little activity, a result of the moons of peace around the lake no doubt.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2015 13:11:39 GMT -5
(OOC: We're still continuing this thread, right?)
Browntail followed along with the patrol near the rear, occasionally looking backwards to see if her apprentice was following too. She sniffed some suspicious badger scented bushes, only to find out it was stale and the badger was long gone now. The sun beat down on her almost short pelt; thank goodness it was almost leaf-fall, it would give her time to cool off and prepare for the chill of leaf-bare.
As they neared the next marker, the brown she-cat looked at Brookpaw and asked "Did you scent anything strange?" The warrior wanted to test the younger cat and see if she was doing okay.
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Post by Pᴇɴᴛᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ on Jul 31, 2015 4:32:28 GMT -5
Larkdawn padded softly after Birchgrove, watching Browntail speak with her apprentice. Smiling to herself, the warrior was happy the mentor was a good match with the younger cat. A cat was only as good as his or her mentor, Larkdawn believed. Her own mentor, Moorwatch, was a wise geezer, proud of his grumpy moods and angry outbursts. She remembered how frustrated she was in the beginning, never knowing if she did anything right, but once Larkdawn was celebrated into a warrior, Moorwatch became her greatest friend, closest ally, and the next best thing to having real family. She was sad when he passed on, but even StarClan had to know his playful pawswipes and experience his cuffs for themselves.
Fond of reminiscing, the warrior sped up, walking besides Birchgrove. She gave him a respectful dip of the head before striking up conversation.
"I'm glad the other clans aren't giving us trouble, but does this mean they might give us some worse trouble this leafbare? I've found that the more they ignore us, the more shocking it is in the colder months when they finally decide to push our buttons," Larkdawn meowed quietly to the more experienced cat, hoping not to disturb Browntail's own mentoring.
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