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Post by Allizia on Jan 23, 2013 21:11:02 GMT -5
{This thread is a territory patrol in RaggedClan. It starts at the entrance to the camp, and heads down the volcano. Any drama to be added I will post in my posts. Do not bring in drama until I have posted about it. Thank you} {Cats/Order} 4 spots openQuailstar- Allizia Duskpaw - Adelza ? - ? ? - ? ? - ? The wind howled, making the multicolored pelt of the bulky tom move roughly around his body. The leader of the clan of stone stood at the tree near the camp's entrance, waiting for the cats that had been picked to join him for the patrol. The path down the volcano was dangerous, and got steep in some places, but the cats of RaggedClan were used to this terrain. The sun was high in the sky, but tht didn't change the temperature at all. The snow on the rocky ground made it even dangerous, and while it would be best for no one to brave the way down, everyone had to know how to get down the mountain, no matter the weather. They were RaggedClan, they are strong, they need to build up muscles. He was proud of his clanmates, he knew they would all be okay. Quailstar stared out, looking the opposite way of the entrance. He was worried about prey, so if anyone was able to, without causing trouble, prey would not be turned down on this patrol. The main cause of the patrol was to double check for dogs and to check a couple of old dens in the forested area. The patrol would take most of the day, but ensuring the safety of the clan was top priority to the leader.
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Post by adelza on Jan 23, 2013 21:40:03 GMT -5
Duskpaw shifted in a slightly agitated manner from paw to paw. He hadn't gotten a lot to do today. [Not that Batgaze was being negligent.] The sun was out, and due to lack of cloud cover during this time of year things were rather nippy. Then he remembered that Quailstar had let him onto the patrol. Feeling far more cheerful and even less bored, the ginger apprentice hurried over to the tree by the entrance.
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Post by Rushing on Jan 23, 2013 22:30:52 GMT -5
Snowpaw saw his multi-coloured leader make his way to the entrance of their cavern camp. He must be gathering the patrol he though gleefully and bounded over to him, noticing Duskpaw do the same. Though he knew the apprentice he had never really spoken to him and just knew his name. But this patrol wasn't about making friends. It was about impressing his leader. Good afternoon Quailstar. What sort of patrol will we be going on today? hopefully not hunting patrol he thought somewhat glumly, his hunting skills were mediocre at best and Snowpaw surely did not want his leader to see him failing. He might even be kept as an apprentice longer if he did, something Snowpaw did not have time for. So as he awaited the patrol to head out he mentally reviewed all his hunting techniques one by one, and even some of the fighting techniques that Fawnleap had shown him.
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Post by thatgirlwithwings on Jan 23, 2013 23:30:29 GMT -5
The sound of voices stirred Howlpaw from his bored day-dreaming, noticing that Quailstar seemed to be gathering a patrol, and that Snowpaw and Duskpaw were either joining or asking to. Surely if they could go, he could go as well.... He really wanted to impress Quailstar in anyway possible. Standing up and fluffing up his fur, he walked over to where they were gathering. He waited, though, for Quailstar and Snowpaw to finish their conversation before speaking. Rudeness was not a trait that impressed a leader.
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Post by sumatrae on Jan 24, 2013 2:00:51 GMT -5
The blue tabby paused to yawn as she washed her whiskers. The morning had gone well for her so far, and after catching two mice she had taken a small songbird from the fresh-kill pile. It had, of course, been mostly feathers, but it was leaf-bare and she was among the smaller cats in her Clan. Turning to scrape her tongue over an itchy patch on her flank she noticed Quailstar in the clearing. Just then the she-cat remembered that she had been assigned patrol duty, Hailfeather had told her the previous night. Perking her wide set ears and twitching her nose in amusement at the group of apprentices racing over to the leader Iceberry hauled herself to her feet. Extending her shoulders in a stretch she started on her way over to the gathering group of cats.
A thin tail swayed lazily above a warrior's head as the cat pranced over to her patrol. Stopping and blinking respectfully at her leader, Iceberry sat down with a small crunch in the layer of frozen snow. Her thick leaf-bare coat repelled most of the cold moisture but her delicate paws became frozen periodically so she picked them up repeatedly to soften with her tongue. Soon the gentle she-cat began to purr, not for any particular reason, but it was going to be a good day. Every so often a small trill escaped her, but it was like the she-cat didn't even notice.
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