PT Patrol Whistle While You Work

After meeting with Emberstar. Well, many days after meeting Emberstar and after having had his own solo excursion, he decided to make good on what he said he'd do and organize a patrol. He let out a summoning howl, calling to any cat that wanted to come help gather supplies from across the river and bring them back. It would be fucking difficult, fucking hard, and fucking terrible. He didn't even want to do it but he knew it needed to be done. He was a large fellow and knew that he could help extremely well with gathering and carrying supplies but it was hard work doing it alone so he wanted to get help.

The large brown tom sat in the middle of the camp, a weed sitting in the side of his mouth as he waited to see who would show up to help out. As soon as he had a decent-sized group of cats then they would set out. Hopefully they'd be back by moonhigh.

168| EmberClan | The thread is listed at the Lake because they'll immediately leave when everyone is posted and head to the Lake, didn't want to have to do two separate threads X3

"Day by day, we're fallin' down"
But life goes on

Cat © Milada Vigerova
Coding & Manip © Plymouth

She heard the summoning yowl -- how could she not? She had been lazing around in the apprentices' den in an effort to have a morning snooze when the sound resonated all across camp. Eh, whatever. Maybe this was a sign that she finally needed to get up and do something. With a yawn and a stretch, the calico apprentice rose to her feet and idly wandered out of the den. She sure as fuck hoped that this would be worth her while, or she was gonna find a way to bail as soon as she could. Of course, almost as soon as she made her way into the main area of the camp, she spotted the source -- a brown-toned cat with a weed in his mouth that she knew all too well. Immediately, her laziness and desire to bail went to the back of her mind. Anything with Moosebellow in charge was bound to be badass, and he was one of the few cats besides those from her found family that seemed to understand her. In her experience, most other cats seemed to take themselves too seriously and get the screaming shits whenever she did so much as talk. Talk about pretentious! She bounded towards her mentor at top speed, hoping to at least make him flinch as if she were about to barrel right into him, before casually plopping down about a tail-length away from him. "Don't think that I'm not coming with ya," she said with a grin, puffing out her chest. Sure, gathering supplies would normally sound boring, but she had a hunch that this would be a worthwhile adventure.

And I'm stuck in the shadow
Blocking the shade

Like Kestrelpaw, Magpiepaw rather enjoyed their down time almost to the point of detriment, but at least they weren't in the habit of flaunting it. They only really wasted time when they could afford it, anyway. The call of summons irked their ears as they lounged in the sparse shade of camp, and they didn't want to go, not really, but somehow Kestrelpaw found it intriguing enough to saunter to Moosebellow's side in volunteer, which in turn piqued Magpiepaw's interest. They weren't adverse to hard work, per say, but it took far more energy than stagnant staring into space. Just the thought of it logged up their limbs, even as they pushed to stand and follow.

Maybe they had this notion that Kestrelpaw might need watching, too, but it was a back-of-the-mind thought and not at all the core reason here. Probably.

Magpiepaw's eyes lingered on their sister for a moment before returning to Moosebellow, staring him unflinchingly - and blankly - in the face.

"I'm coming too. The more paws you have, the faster it will be. So let's get going."

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Immediately he noticed the distinct lack of warriors that seemed to be interested in his summons to help out the clan. Pfft, milk-drinkers... He thought to himself with an internal roll of his eyes. Would he have to do this himself? No. It would seem not as he saw the dilute calico pelt of his apprentice. He grinned, pleased that she wouldn't shy away from some goddamned hard work... at least not when he could see it and that was all he cared about. "Shiiit, can't I get away from you for like five minutes!" He gave a hearty laugh and gently swiped at one of her tasseled ears playfully. He knew the molly's reputation around the clan but he didn't give two flying fucks. She had a potty mouth and a temper and he had a potty mouth and, well, not a temper but he found hers to be amusing. She had spunk. Half the milk-drinkers around the three clans couldn't handle it.

The next cat that showed was not entirely expected. A darkened mid-walker that he knew to be Magpiepaw. Interesting. This also made the second apprentice. At least they had some gumption. He twirled the weed in his mouth abently while he waited for the other cat to walk their way over. It was kind of weird how they just stared... blankly. There was hardly anything to go by there, only absence. He could eal with someone being stuck-up, temperamental, or anything else... but this blank? It was rather new. "Damn straight. Let's go." But the cat spoke logic and he was down for that. Anyone that could be sensible was fine in his book.

With that, he rose to his paws and gave a stretch before waving his tail in a sign that they should head out. "Alright, mollies'n'midwalkers, we're going to The Lake. We've got shit-for-supplies here so hopefully we can scrounge up useful nesting material there." He briefed them as they walked, expertly talking around the foliage in his mouth while they went. "Hopefully this is a nice clean trip with no FireClan fuckers or StormClan milk-drinkers but if we see any, we'll deal with that as it comes. Any questions?" The burnt scenery changed as they went along, slowly changing to be less desolate as they neared the neutral grounds. Hopefully they'd get some decent supplies to bring back. Despite being apprentices both cats were stout so they'd be able to carry a fair amount back before it got too late in the day.

421| EmberClan | -notes-

"Day by day, we're fallin' down"
But life goes on

Cat © Milada Vigerova
Coding & Manip © Plymouth

Kestrelpaw was grinning from ear to ear as her mentor remarked that he couldn't get away from her for even five minutes. "That's right!" she exclaimed proudly with her head held high, contented with the fact that she had once again managed to be a pain in the ass, "You better get fuckin' used to i-" She was cut-off mid-sentence by the sight and sound of Moosebellow's paw swooshing towards her. She acted quickly, attempting to duck, to evade the paw that swung towards her, but it still managed to brush against the tip of her ear. "Hey!" she exclaimed. Her nose wrinkled for no more than a heartbeat before she chuckled as well. Fuck yeah! This was going to be a fun patrol. It didn't take long before another cat Kestrelpaw knew dropped in -- her sibling, no less. The word "sibling" still felt tentative and uncertain, but dammit, Magpiepaw, Spiderpaw, and Sparkflight were more like family to her than anyone else had ever been! The image of ash obscuring her mother's gruesome demise and the guilt it continuously brought her still weighed heavily on her conscience, but she wanted to forget; to pretend that her family had always only been the trio that had taken her in when nobody else gave her the time of day. Whatever. The past was in the damn past, right...? Then why couldn't she stop fucking thinking about it? Kestrelpaw's maw curled into a playful smirk as she turned to Magpiepaw. "Look what the cat dragged in! Magpie!" Her tone was exuberant, and she was even more elated when the black-and-white cat announced that they were coming with them. Double fuck yeah! If there was such thing as a perfect patrol, it would be this. She got the chance to mess with two of her favourite cats while also being helpful for once! Moosebellow's instructions were clear and agreeable, and she didn't have any questions. It seemed straightforward enough and she was already itching to get a move on with this. "You got it, boss! Lead the way!" She followed after her mentor through the ash-marred woods, paws treading against the soot-covered ground at a steady pace.

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And I'm stuck in the shadow
Blocking the shade

It took a little bit of effort to resist a smile at Kestrelpaw's exuberant introduction; even still, mirth tugged at the corners of Magpie's maw. "You're very loud." This was true, but there were subgenres of loud that Magpiepaw preferred less than Kestrel's. Suffice to say, it wasn't an insult.

At least, that wasn't the intent. Who knew how it sounded.

Moosebellow's words closed the initial space for idle chatter - down to business, then. Honestly, Magpiepaw had trouble finding what exactly their sister saw in her mentor beyond the general "good, strong warrior" baseline. He was crude-mouthed; it took up a lot of space. And he might be to the point, but he had such a roundabout way of going about it, or at least, he put in so many needless words it was hard to fully comprehend it. Though, perhaps they were just...intellectually lazy.

Magpiepaw followed their company across the ash, which coated their pads in a silty film - they supposed it was something Emberclan would have to grow accustomed to. "No questions," they muttered, having some idea of their destination. It had to be outside of the charred territory, if they were after supplies, and that meant outside of safety. Being even mildly close to Fireclan set their teeth on edge in a way few other things did.

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