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I think @OtterTerror would welcome it. :D
It was immediately and without question that Screefoot fell into the patrol, although she let Pearpaw ahead of her, figuring that it was best to let the apprentice travel near her mentor in case he had any lessons for her. As soon as they left the camp her nose was twitching with the effort to take in all the scents around them, and then to separate and dissect them. Alpine plants that weren't yet ready to blossom. Pine and the sap of other evergreen trees. The very faint but detectable musk of cats who'd gone out in days past for a hunt. And, she found with a shiver, far away, carried on a gust of wind, the rogues that Pearpaw had just begun wondering about. Though Harepaw's smart-alec answer to her didn't surprise her, his reminiscent words did. Carefully––very carefully–– Screefoot glanced behind her at her apprentice. His eyes looked faraway, as if he were remembering something he'd never asked to see. Frowning, she returned her eyes to what was ahead. She herself didn't have any comment; most of BoulderClan had seen things, horrible things.
Amberleaf turned to look over his shoulder at the cats he led. Screefoot gave a short dip of her head while returning her green gaze (and momentarily thinking, What a good-looking tom.) in a sort of way meant to affirm her loyalty. She was certainly prepared to do whatever it took to keep BoulderClan strong and functional, to protect it from whatever threats might come to it.
"What do you think the likelihood is that rogues will try to attack us?" she asked him, adding, "Surely a bunch of loners wouldn't go out of their way to destroy either Clan––it doesn't make sense. The risk for them would be far greater than for us." But for a small patrol like us, she thought uneasily, an ambush would be perfectly realistic.
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Burrpelt watched Berrydream pad away with horrible embarrassment and dismay. That was something he couldn't fix. Although, he reflected, it was better that the warrior think him a little sick or tired rather than useless at talking to she-cats––unless she brought her well-meaning concern to the medicine cat. Burrpelt was not going to let Frostwhisker waste resources on a little case of anxiety, and so an encounter with her would definitely end in him disclosing his little issue. And that, he knew, would be a complete disaster.
And when Sunflame started to tease him, the deputy knew that today was not going to be a good one in any way.
He flicked an ear and refused to make eye contact with the golden tom, instead casting a glance at Sharpthorn that almost said, Help.
"I don't have time for flirting like you do," he answered, unable to think of a smartass response and instead electing to cover himself. Or try. "I have work to do–– like this border patrol."
Amberleaf turned to look over his shoulder at the cats he led. Screefoot gave a short dip of her head while returning her green gaze (and momentarily thinking, What a good-looking tom.) in a sort of way meant to affirm her loyalty. She was certainly prepared to do whatever it took to keep BoulderClan strong and functional, to protect it from whatever threats might come to it.
"What do you think the likelihood is that rogues will try to attack us?" she asked him, adding, "Surely a bunch of loners wouldn't go out of their way to destroy either Clan––it doesn't make sense. The risk for them would be far greater than for us." But for a small patrol like us, she thought uneasily, an ambush would be perfectly realistic.
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Burrpelt watched Berrydream pad away with horrible embarrassment and dismay. That was something he couldn't fix. Although, he reflected, it was better that the warrior think him a little sick or tired rather than useless at talking to she-cats––unless she brought her well-meaning concern to the medicine cat. Burrpelt was not going to let Frostwhisker waste resources on a little case of anxiety, and so an encounter with her would definitely end in him disclosing his little issue. And that, he knew, would be a complete disaster.
And when Sunflame started to tease him, the deputy knew that today was not going to be a good one in any way.
He flicked an ear and refused to make eye contact with the golden tom, instead casting a glance at Sharpthorn that almost said, Help.
"I don't have time for flirting like you do," he answered, unable to think of a smartass response and instead electing to cover himself. Or try. "I have work to do–– like this border patrol."
At Harepaw's cruel words toward his fellow apprentice, Screefoot's tail gave a single, whole lash. It crossed her mind to try disciplining him like Roseclaw did her apprentice. No... that would only escalate the situation. But to just let him say these things? She hissed at the young cat with her ears back. Next time something like that happened, she would (try to) give him some manner of tedious, menial task. Like helping Roseclaw gather herbs, she thought savagely. Being around that grouchy cat would be enough to make any apprentice behave more than properly.
She appreciated the leader's talk toward Pearpaw (she herself had been planning to say just that sort of thing to her in private), and hoped that the young she-cat would take Boulderstar's advice to heart. At first she was faintly surprised that she wasn't to join the patrol, as it had seemed like she would, but in the end it made much more sense for the leader to stay. She had business here, taking care of the clan, and with the deputy on patrol, it was important that one of the Clan's authority figures stay and watch over the camp.
Screefoot looked attentively to Boulderstar upon hearing her name spoken. She dipped her head respectfully at the leader's words, and made a note to talk to either her or Amberleaf later regarding Harepaw's training. It was currently the biggest worry on her mind, second to how her brother in OakClan was doing. Probably, she decided, he was being stepped all over by the Clan's she-cats.
"Well," she meowed, "I guess we should be going now."
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When Sharpthorn approached, Burrpelt felt his nerves ease just a bit as his mind shifted from his current trivial worries to the upcoming border patrol. "I am ready to go," he confirmed to the long-haired cat, "but I don't mind waiting if you needed to stay in camp to do anything. You have been training all morning, haven't you? Perhaps you should rest a little before the-–"
Sunflame was here. Great. He'd just come here from flirting in the corner of Burrpelt's eye. A tiny flick of the ear betrayed the deputy's surprise, and slight annoyance, at the tom, on which he could just see the faintest trace of a smug smile. Not that he had anything to be smug about–– Burrpelt may have been useless at talking to she-cats, but he'd never seen Sunflame's interactions with them end in success. After all, he had no mate.
He brushed it off. Sunflame was a perfectly fine warrior, and that was all he needed to be concerned about. The patrol could use some extra paws. "Yes," he said, calmly. "Would you care to join us?" Please don't mention anything about she-cats. Please please please. I will handle it myself.
She appreciated the leader's talk toward Pearpaw (she herself had been planning to say just that sort of thing to her in private), and hoped that the young she-cat would take Boulderstar's advice to heart. At first she was faintly surprised that she wasn't to join the patrol, as it had seemed like she would, but in the end it made much more sense for the leader to stay. She had business here, taking care of the clan, and with the deputy on patrol, it was important that one of the Clan's authority figures stay and watch over the camp.
Screefoot looked attentively to Boulderstar upon hearing her name spoken. She dipped her head respectfully at the leader's words, and made a note to talk to either her or Amberleaf later regarding Harepaw's training. It was currently the biggest worry on her mind, second to how her brother in OakClan was doing. Probably, she decided, he was being stepped all over by the Clan's she-cats.
"Well," she meowed, "I guess we should be going now."
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When Sharpthorn approached, Burrpelt felt his nerves ease just a bit as his mind shifted from his current trivial worries to the upcoming border patrol. "I am ready to go," he confirmed to the long-haired cat, "but I don't mind waiting if you needed to stay in camp to do anything. You have been training all morning, haven't you? Perhaps you should rest a little before the-–"
Sunflame was here. Great. He'd just come here from flirting in the corner of Burrpelt's eye. A tiny flick of the ear betrayed the deputy's surprise, and slight annoyance, at the tom, on which he could just see the faintest trace of a smug smile. Not that he had anything to be smug about–– Burrpelt may have been useless at talking to she-cats, but he'd never seen Sunflame's interactions with them end in success. After all, he had no mate.
He brushed it off. Sunflame was a perfectly fine warrior, and that was all he needed to be concerned about. The patrol could use some extra paws. "Yes," he said, calmly. "Would you care to join us?" Please don't mention anything about she-cats. Please please please. I will handle it myself.
Going beddy bye now, I'll reply in the morning but be gone a good chunk of the day. Night all!
If it weren't so out of character I swear Screefoot would be slapping the hell out of Harepaw
@ViolentViolet Both!
@Phaesaris Heeyyyy...maybe Roseclaw can have a little heart to heart with Harepaw? >:)
@ViolentViolet 1. I would be delighted if you could help make Burrpelt's life a living hell, and 2. Screefoot would owe Brimpelt her life if he did that
Maybe natural debris like sand bars, jutting stones, half-rotten logs, etc. could provide a convoluted path to the island? Or the island could be on the northern edge of the lake, OR it could be a little peninsula on the north (or south?) side to make things even simpler. I do like the idea of an island, as a nod to the books.
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