WORKING HARD OR HARDLY WORKING - Assigning Weekly Tasks

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    Lavenderpaw



    Blue optics traveled towards the one whom shared her same coloring.. As well as blood. The point would bite her tongue a moment as she thought over a task for her father to do before her gaze flickered to where Rabbitpaw had ran off to, her ear pulled back to press against her head. "Rabbitpaw with need a warrior with her for her task, I'm sure she'd enjoy your company on it as well." Lavenderpaw flashed a smile towards her father though her eyes couldn't bring themselves back to him. She had a distraction soon enough as a skinny kitten with the fur of many colors approached and spoke with a slight stutter but muddy green eyes shone with pride for the small fet of speech. A genuine smile appeared upon the molly's maw, "Amberkit, why do you ask Fogpaw or Hawkpaw whenever they're not busy, if there's some berries they can spare you so you can use them to color the camp. Decorate the camp however you want though, scraps of leaves you can hang around or petals of what flowers you find, have fun with it."



    Blossompaw purred at Amberkit, her heart swelling with affection. "Just a little kit and she already wants to help the Clan...so cute!" But, not wanting to risk crushing the kit's enthusiasm, she didn't say it out loud. Instead, she turned her attention back to Runningpaw. "So! You think anyone's gonna want to join us? I mean, with energetic kits like these," She lifted a paw at Amberkit, chuckling. "We're gonna need a lot of food to keep them happy!" The tortoiseshell began to hum, racking her brain, trying to remember what the freshkill situation was when she was Amberkit's size. Did she start out eating rabbits? Or were they considered too big for her?...did she share with Chillykit? She sighed. Chillykit would've remembered. Chillykit would've hunted alongside her.

    RUNNINGPAW


    ➳ - Runningpaw sighed. Blossompaw had too much energy. Glancing at her for a second, he then returned his gaze to the gathering of cats and replied, "Probably. There are plenty of cats that like hunting, so I don't see why not." Especially since it was leaf-bare. He was sure that lots of cats were itching to get out there and find them some more food for their dwindling fresh-kill pile. And with the days starting to get warmer, it would make it all that easier to find prey.

    "So let's go find some!" Blossompaw meowed, walking away with her tail high. Her fur bristled with excitement and her ears were perfectly straight forward. This was her first task ever, and she wasn't going to let anything distract her from it!

    ✦ ✧ ✦ weekly tasks? she supposed they'd had something like that back in liverpool's camp. the she-cats weren't allowed to participate in it obviously. usually it was daily- liverpool would call all the toms to him and assign them patrols and hunting parties. the mollies would watch and stay in camp. it was the way things were done and she was used to it, but if they did it differently here, why not give it a try. hopefully wolfsbane wouldn't mind.


    padding slowly over, the fluffy molly gazed hesitantly at the apprentice, one eyebrow raised in apprehension. was this young girl allowed to order warriors around? huh. giving lavenderpaw a nervous smile, the pretty dappled femme flicked her tail, clearing her throat slightly. "m-may i have something to d-do please? if it's no t-trouble. i c-can't hunt, b-but i can help o-out in camp or s-something."


    I was meant to be yours — tags

    The dark gray she-cat would dip her head in acceptence of her task, but in truth a slight panic hit her chest. Her muddled mind began to pound painfully as she tried desperately remember who Windclans allies were. Her panic eased slightly as the voice of a fellow warrior sounded beside her and her eyes settled on Smokewing, "No, not at all. I could actually use your help...Memory loss isn't the best for things like this..." She offered a weak smile and waved her tail for the warrior to follow her towards the entrance of camp.





    "We were made to be one..."




    Lavenderpaw



    Her attention was moved to by a shy speaking voice of a molly, she dipped her head in greeting before thinking of an in-camp task for her. "How about a story time for the kits?" She'd suggest for Graceful to do.


    //mobile



    S M O K E W I N G

    Warrior▴She-cat▴Straight▴25 moons▴Clan: Trad. Windclan


    Smokewing hesitated for a moment, before nodding and saying, "I'm sure it would be. I think I can help you with that. I'm pretty sure I know which clans are our allies. It's Darkclan and Bloodclan, if I'm remembering correctly." She hoped she remembered that right. She was pretty sure she had, but you never knew if things had changed recently or if she'd gotten it muddled up in her head. But she just had to be a bit more confident in herself.


    (should we have one of us make a thread in one clan and the other in the other one? and then just tag each other?)