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    "Have courage. We still have your clan. There is always hope."


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    Current Camp Activity:
    Sunhigh patrols have been called. One cat will stay behind to guard camp. Currently, a smallish earthquake has struck and thousands of spiders are streaming through the forest.




    Big Plots:
    Small earthquake is striking and a torrent of spiders are approaching camp.
    Spiders are invading every Clan! Poisonous spiders!




    Ideas That Can Happen During Patrols:
    [size=7pt]These Can Be Fulfilled By Any Cat On Any (Unofficial or Official) Patrol Any Time

    • Predatory Bird Dilemma
    -- The songbirds the Clan preys on are disappearing (noticed by Hunting Patrols), while more owls and hawks are showing up!




    Mentors & Apprentices:
    n/a




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    Time of Day:
    Sunrise • Mid-Morning • Sunhigh • Late Afternoon • Evening • Dusk • Sundown • Night




    Weather:
    ☁ ☂ -- Rainy and foggy.
    ☃ ☼ ☀




    Official Patrols Out Currently:
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    Dawn Border Patrol
    Dawn Hunting Patrol
    Sunhigh Border Patrol - [i]Lightbliss, Whitesun, Solarheart, Mossshadow, Lightningstrike

    & Whitestar, Blackmoon, Lilyflower, Cougarstrike
    Sunhigh Hunting Patrol - Marshclaw, Musicnote, Goldenlily, Ebonyscar
    Dusk Border Patrol
    Dusk Hunting Patrol




    Unofficial Patrols Out Currently:
    n/a




    Mentors and Apprentices Out Training:
    n/a




    [NOTE] You do not need permission from me to go out on unofficial patrols, go out training, nor enacting the ideas for official patrols. All three of these you can do without permission.
    You DO need permission to set up official patrols, and for time-skips. Big Plots SHOULD be run by me first.




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    Lilyflower glaned around, wondering if Whitestar wanted to share tounges with her or share a mouse or even let her organize a patrol. Lilyflower glanced longily at the fresh kill pile.

    Cougarstrike stood tall atop a boulder near the edge of camp. His muscles tensed as he pressed himself higher into the air, his striking, sharp eyes, glaring softer daggers into nowhwere while his nose twitched, trying to take in teh scents of the palce around him. He liked to take stock of things every so often. Just in case. It was a warriors job to keep the clan safe and fed, even when he wasn't ordered to.

    Lilyflower twitched her tail. She could feel Cougarstrikes sharp eyes darting over the place and instantly she felt safe. Lilyflower smiled unaware that she was smiling. Lilyflower bounded over to the fresh kill pile and ony just stopped herself from drooling all over the prey.

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    A stalky figure walked out of the den, big yellow eyes solemn in the gloom of the mid-morning. Thunderclan was not fairing very well. The leaf-bare was harsh, and it seemed like the Clan never had enough prey to spare. Whitestar knew from experience that they would make it through, but sacrifices had to be made. As long as no cat died, the white tom was ready to make those sacrifices. His yellow eyes soaking in the camp activity, the humongous male noticed that Lilyflower was looking longingly at the fresh-kill pile, and Cougarstrike was surveying the camp, just as Whitestar was. He nodded curtly at the younger male warrior, then approached Lilyflower. "I would just take something," he mewed, his deep voice resonant, "you have to be strong to support the clan."
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    Lilyflower looked up and dipped her head respectfully."Of course Whitestar. You meed something to eat too, lets share."She meowed politely and grabbed a squirrel.

    At the sight of his leader, Cougarstrike puffed his chest forward, straightening himself more, if that was possible, from his already impecable posture, which served to more accutely punctuate how low he bowed his head, pulling back his ears tight as the white cat went by.


    "Good morning, Whitestar." He said, his strong, unwavering voice returned. Whenever he spoke, it kind of sounded like he was growling- there was nothing much he could do about it, it was his voice- but he tried to make it softer whenever he spoke to the head of Thunderclan. He knew he was a bit rough, but he worked hard to refine himself to not shame his clan as some wild creature or another. As the leader passed on, he raised himself once more, and went to take another post to check. Once he checked all 6 he'd be doing it again in about an hour if he wasn't gone patrolling. The clan needed food- and that was one of his jobs. The prey being scarce as it was, though, made it tougher. While he never wished for the aquisition of sustinance for his comrades to be hard, he appreciated that a warrior's life was never meant to be an easy one.

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    Litleo


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    OOC~ Tracking, posting later.
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    The young black and white tom padded drowsily out of the warriors den. His optics darkened with charactoristic exhastion. It wasn't anything new that the tom was tired,it never was. Though around these times he may have a sharp tounge he will eventually be fully awake and alert and focused for the rest of the day which made him not entirely useless.


    Stumbling out of the den he looked up at the sky where the sun should have been and felt dissappointed to find clouds and fog. Why does thing have to be so down in the dumps this morning? He thought to himself sitting down to give himself a groom not really feeling up to interacting with other cats this time a morning he licked his spotted fur with slow rythumic strokes before blinking the sleep from his eyes.


    After his pelt was slick and ready to go he gazed around camp at the busy cats who were already awake. He was actually surprised that he wasn't the last cat awake. Lightningstike,as he was called got to his paws turning and looking toward the thorn barrier.

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    The white leader flicked his tail at Cougarstrike. He deeply respected the young tom - he reminded Whitestar of himself when he was younger. However, the elder Clancat had not been so … protective over the boundaries. The leader appreciated the tom's loyalty, but sometimes he went just a bit overboard. "Cougarstrike, take a break. Relax a little. Thunderclan is at peace, as should be you," the tom suggested, though not unkindly. When Lilyflower did not give Whitestar a chance to object, he sighed and settled down beside her.
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    Cougarstrike blinked, his body going temporarily rigid, even down to his tail which, while usually still, seemed strained. His mouth looked as though he swallowed, though he hadn't, and he blinked several times as though confused. Still he cleared his throat a bit, and hopped down immediatly off the boulder.


    "Yes, sir." He agreed, no hint of dissapointment or objection. Just loyal agreement. He turned from where he was and now sought a way to occupy himself.

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    The young she-cat smiled and took a bite of the squirrel. Chewing it carefully she swallowed the mouthful and pushed the squirrel over to Whitestar, not getting it dirty. She licked her lips and listened the what the white leader said to the loyal warrior. She purred softly as she watched Whitestar doing what he was advised to.

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    IC~ Wildflower sat hunched over a piece of prey, maybe a vole or mouse. It was a weird looking thing. The snow-white she-cat poked and sniffed at the weird creature.


    Goldenlily paced by the warrior's den. Bored out of her mind. She wanted to do something fun, talk to others and try to be less shy. She wanted to make some friends so she didn't have to follow her littermates everywhere and hide behind them.


    Ebonyscar laid on his back on the cold, frosty ground. Trying to soak up the last of the warm sunlight before it started to get colder.
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    [align=center][font=andale mono][color=white]May I please have a recap? My eyes hurt a little and I don't want to hurt them more by reading too much...

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    OOC|| Well, Whitestar just told Cougarstrike to take a break from protecting camp, and is now sharing a squirrel with Lilyfower. Lightningstrike is leaving camp, and it would be best if someone would RP with him; I think I will send Mossshadow out as well. Goldenlily, Ebonyscar, and Wildflower are just around camp, eating fresh-kill, soaking up sun, and looking for friends.


    IC|| Mossshadow smiled as she watched the black and white warrior leave camp. Deciding to accompany him, the black marbled tabby followed out into the forest. "Lightningstrike?" she said, her sweet voice questioning. The she-cat hoped she was not bothering the tom, she just thought he could use some company. Mossshadow was a very social cat, and could not imagine wanting to be alone in the forest during leaf-bare.


    Whitestar smiled at Lilyflower and the squirrel before taking a small bite, well, a small bite by the leader's standards. His square jaw was huge, as the rest of him was, so he took up a lot of prey. The white tomcat felt rather guilty as he passed it back to the femme.
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    Lilyflower smiled softly and leaned over to Whitestar to whisper,"I'm not that hungry so eat as much as you want." Lilyflower winked at him and took another small bite out of the squirrel.

    With nothing more pressing, but still the ever yearning desire to not be wasting time, energy, or effort, Cougarstrike headed over to a tree. He sat before it sternly, investigating its bark for quality before slashing his claws across it. Bringing them back to have a look, he saw that some bark had been pulled off with the whip of. His claws- not much, but it made his lines messy and ugly. Messy likes meant dulling claws. Immediatly, he went to work righting that problem with all the focus he needed to direct somewhere constructive.

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    Marshclaw was quietly eating his meal of a small squirrel. Pale green optics fixated on the lowering fresh kill pile, the lithe dark brown tabby padded over to Whitestar. He had seen the leader was beginning to become old and frail, and knew he might soon have to take on the hardships of being leader. "Whitestar, I can take out a hunting patrol if you'd like." He meowed sternly.


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