THAT GIRL IS A PROBLEM — ASSIGNING PATROLS [1/24]

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    freckleface knew maplefur must be busy, arranging his trip to the moonstone and managing the clan. leafbare was cruel, and as of late, it only seemed to get worse by the day. she knew newleaf was coming soon, though, and she could only hope the days would pass faster and it would come sooner. she wanted to take as much stress from the tom as she could and, in the spur of the moment, realized they were lacking in patrols. after all, nobody had volunteered to assign them in past meetings.


    "patrols! if you're an apprentice or higher, we could use your help; the clan needs to eat, herbs need to be gathered, and borders need to be checked. everyone gather around, let's start getting them out." she instructed, ear flicking as she awaited the bodies to rise and join her.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:white;]Storm hadnt seen his leader in quite a while. It was sad for the tabby on some level. He quite liked Maplefur. So when he saw Freckle assigning patrols, he'd figured she must know something. After all, shes been the most active in helping out.


    With a flick of his tail, he finished the squirrel he was munching on and stood. Then gave a quick groom-over and padded over to the molly. He gave her a smile and curt nod of respect to greet her. "I can take a hunting patrol, if needed. Need to make up for the squirrel I just ate," Bucky chuckled. It was half-true, he did need to make up for it. But he had hunted earlier so there was no need anyways. Just bored. "Also, have you seen Maplefur? Hes worrying me, since he hasnt been to the moonstone yet."
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    GENERAL
    ★ STORMGAZE | STORM, BUCKY | MALE
    ★ Demiromantic | Homosexual
    ★ Single | ½ Harriergaze/Stormwing
    ★ George [NPC] x Winifred [NPC] | Generation 1
    ★ 26 months | October, 2014 | Scorpio | Ages every 2 weeks
    ★ Windclan | Warrior | Clan Uncle
    IMPORTANT FACTS
    ★ introduced 10.14.16
    ★ got prosthetic leg 10.31
    ★ smells like gunpowder
    ★ confused about sexuality right now
    PHYSICAL
    ★ Domestic Feline [birth/main] | health: 100%
    — average height brown tabby with low white, white decorating chest and top of muzzle
    — heterochromatic eyes, brown left yellow right
    — prosthetic metal left leg
    — [i]major injuries: things that affect their health
    — [i]minor injuries: things that do not affect their health
    PERSONALITY
    ★ Stormgaze is a proud father-type. He loves kits and treats them as his kids. Kids whom he'd do anything for. Fight, die, he would do anything as long as his children ask him to. But, hes also a hoverparent. He'll peek around and wont stop until he knows everything thats going on.
    ★ Stormgaze is quiet typically. Yet, he's always ready to speak his mind. He refuses to be out spoken and is bold worded. A stubborn but quiet creature.
    — observant
    — will fite u if u harm his kiddos
    — ESTP
    — he follows the code loyally but will break it if someone he loves asks him too. He has strict morals and sticks to them like glue.
    INTERACTION
    ★ He makes friends easily if in a good mood
    ★ Mentally: Hard | Physically: Extreme
    ★ Starts and ends fights | will provoke | will negotiate
    ★ Attack in #45210A
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

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    freckleface smiled at the tom, whom she considered to be a friend, albeit not being particularly close. stormgaze had always been there for her, and she'd be willing to pay the favor back one day, should he need it. though, she had her doubts he'd ever need help; for as long as she'd known him, he'd handled himself quite fine.


    "aren't we supposed to be the last ones to eat?" she jested, giving the tom a wink to show she was only kidding. granted, those unfit for working had to be fed above anyone else, but prey wasn't so scarce that anyone had to starve. provided nobody was stuffing themselves full while others ate scraps, she fancied the warriors ought to eat; they couldn't hunt when they were half starved, and they certainly wouldn't be able to defend themselves in the event of an attack.


    however, the feline had noticeably lost weight. she'd eaten every day, she knew the clan needed every warrior and killing herself wouldn't do anyone good, but she'd spent most every waking hour out on the moors hunting. their clan seemed to have shrunk as of late, so many of their clanmates disappearing, and so many of those still around were quite young. kits and a smattering of apprentices. every warrior still around would have to catch ten times as much as what they ate to keep everyone fed, and she'd always been persistent on doing twice as much than she had to. she always worried about others too much.


    she blinked warmly at the tom, though there was a dark fear hidden in those murky green eyes. "no, not in many days. i'm sure he's going to go soon enough, once the weather permits and everyone is well enough to manage to stay behind. you and i, he left in charge in his absence, if i recall correctly. so, no matter what happens, we ought to remain resiliant and keep everything running smoothly. it's our duty." she said, giving a weak shrug of her shoulders, which protruded through her fur more than they usually did. working, careful eating, and the stress of not seeing much of her leader was taking a toll.


    "a hunting patrol sounds wonderful. i might attend, once i get a couple more patrols out. i went out a few times this morning, but i haven't been getting very lucky lately." she confessed, sighing. granted, she was a bit hard on herself; she always came back with something, but something was never enough for the fem. it never had been.

    [color=white]Fawnpaw was not into hunting. She was sure that, if she were to lead a patrol to catch prey, she would not carry any of her own into camp. More likely, she would watch her own run off into the forest, happy and unharmed. However, she would gladly mark borders with some warriors, or preferably gather herbs. She had this in her mind as she trotted up to Freckleface, a smile reflecting off her maw and creating warmth and happiness around her. "Heya, Freckleface!" she chirped, purring happily. "Can I lead an herb collecting or border patrol, please?"

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    freckleface had found herself wondering recently, how fawnpaw's training was going. though it wasn't a medicine cat's duty to be hunting, she saw no reason the girl shouldn't learn. everyone should be able to feed themselves in an emergency, even medicine cats.


    she wondered if the young girl remembered the crouch she'd shown her as a kit, and if she'd tried it out. but it was a discussion for another day.


    at her inquiry, freckleface hesitated. the borders needed to be marked, sure, but she wasn't about to let a medicine cat apprentice with no battle training walk into potential danger.


    "how about a herb patrol?" she inqured, smiling at the girl. "take a bunch of others out to collect whatever you need. i bet youllbe able to search a lot more for herbs with more bodies." she encouraged, shifting to give the girl an almost motherly nudge. the daughter of one of her closest friends was a friend herself, but she saw her just as she did her adoptive kits, another piece in her family. she hadn't seen turtleflower lately, either.

    && The small blue kitten padded over, looking at his adoptive mother and letting out a small sigh. He had to admit, he really wanted to be able to go out on a patrol. If just to leave the camp. It's not that it was tiny, the camp, but after being confined to it for four moons, it became stifling. Normally Berrykit would be fine with staying in the camp, but he has too much energy to just stay still anymore. "Freckleface, if you need any extra paws anywhere, I would be willing to help." He said it simply, as if he didn't care much either way, but his eyes were hopeful. He wanted to stretch his legs, and possibly adventure outside a bit. Kittens were confined to the camp, which just made it natural for them to want to leave.
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    information — updated: 01/16/17

    "I'll join Stormgaze's patrol, if that's alright." Runningspirit said as he padded over, briefly casting the other warrior a smile. He would rather hunt than gather herbs, but it was Freckleface who was organizing the patrols (points to her, seriously!), not him. If Maplefur didn't make her deputy, then he'd be pretty upset. She was always contributing and helping as much as possible; she certainly deserved the position.


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    GENERAL:
    runningspirit | male (he/him) | warrior of (traditional) windclan; | physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] brown tabby tom with green eyes
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    none
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    no mental disabilities
    PERSONALITY:
    protective, thoughtful, honest, quick thicker, quick talker, confident
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; heteroromantic, heterosexual
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    [color=lightblue]OTHER:
    Minty (npc, lilac torbie) xx Tyler (npc, brown tabby) (gen 1)

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    freckleface gave her son a sympathetic smile. she knew all too well the struggles of being confined to camp, and she'd always thought the rule ridiculous. they treated the future of their clan like tiny prisoners; sure, they shouldn't be allowed to roam the moors, too young to defend themselves, but she saw no reason they couldn't be shown the territory and taken on walks.


    "i'd love to have you lead a patrol, sweetie, but i'm sure half the clan would have heart attacks." she told the young tom, leaning to give him an understanding lick on the head before turning to runningspirit. "of course - the more the merrier."