GladeClan/Roleplay/Archive 01

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Archived 22/03/2019
Contains roleplay from February-March 2019
Archive Contents
Stretching, Rosestar sat up, flicking her tongue over her sandy coloured coat, removing scraps of moss and brushing down spiked fur. As she stood up and made her way out of her small den, the she-cat glanced around camp. Wolfleap was already making his way from the warriors' sleeping corner. She watched as her clan slowly woke up around her. Fawnspots slipping from another sheltered den where the medicine cat stored her herbs. Rosestar nodded to her daughter. Fawnspots flicked her ears in response before turning and tugging a bit of moss from her pelt with a hooked claw.
Over by the warriors nesting area, the three young warriors, Doepelt, Stagleap and Deerantler, started waking up. The three littermates were often inseparable. Rosestar found it sweet, sticking together since their mother and father moved to StarClan. She flicked her ear as she heard the deeper voice of her deputy, "Deerantler can you lead a patrol along the BreezeClan border, take Sharpeagle and Breezepaw. Rustwing, I'd like you to head a hunting party, take Doepelt and Stagleap with you" he called. 
The rusty tabby cringed, flattening her ears. Lead a patrol? Wolfleap must have lost his mind. Still, she straightened her shoulders and raised her chin, making anxious eye contact with the two warm-toned, rosetted warriors. "Hi, Doepelt, Stagleap." she greeted them both. Despite sharing the same corner of camp at night, she barely spoke to the other warriors. "Do you mind if we head out towards the Sundown Colony? If it's alright with you of course... but I did see some pigeons over that way yesterday, if that makes any difference."
Breezepaw groaned internally, but ze didn't mind being placed on a patrol with Deerantler. The silver warrior's calm nature might temper Sharpeagle's generally aggravating temperament, and Breezepaw enjoyed the buffer of someone equally gender-defying when dealing with zir mentor's thinly-veiled sniping. Casually, the blue-silver apprentice stretched and joined the small patrol, playfully bumping heads with Deerantler while ignoring Sharpeagle entirely, "Hey, Deerantler. Think we'll get to chase any BreezeClanners?" ze asked, tail twitching in zir excitement. One riot,one ranger! 21:31, February 12, 2019 (UTC)
Wolfleap merely nodded at the young she-cat, "You can rely on the older warriors to help, but I wanted you to lead, so you know that they are willing to listen to you just as you are to them" he meowed as he watched her reaction to being instructed to lead the patrol. Both Doepelt and Stagleap nodded to her respectfully, Doepelt looked at her littermate, a soft expression on her face, "Of course, that sounds like a perfect plan." Stagleap nodded along with his sister's reply to the younger warrior. "And plus, I'm pretty sure the clan would like the feathers to line their nests." He added.
Deerantler moved toward Breezepaw and Sharpeagle. The tawny warrior was scowling unpleasantly at being put on patrol with his apprentice and Deerantler. He shook his head and forced his pelt to lay down. Deerantler responded just as enthusiastically to the young apprentice. Zir energy was contagious and they couldn't help the bounce in their paws. "I'm pretty sure I heard that there were a few scents that had been on our side of the border" they replied, "so we might be lucky." Sharpeagle snorted at the energetic two, "Are we going on patrol, or are you two going to chatter like starlings all morning?" he snapped in his usual sharp tone, causing Deerantler to flick their ear at the muscular warrior, "Yeah, yeah, keep your pelt on..." they snickered, flicking an ear at Breezepaw in amusement, how ze put up with Sharpeagle with a mentor, was a mystery to them.
Breezepaw's stubby tail shot straight up in the air in zir excitement. "Oooh, those filthy BreezeClanners gonna get it!" ze boasted playfully, aiming a couple of playful swipes at thin air, before turning a filthy side-eye on Sharpeagle. "Kill-joy," ze muttered, settling down and taking a place beside Deerantler as they left the camp, heading north-west for the BreezeClan border.
Rustwing nodded hesitantly, opening her mouth to protest before thinking better of it. Anxiously she took a place at the head of the patrol and led them out through a narrow gap in the brambles, paws crunching on the still-frosted grass as they headed east for the forest along the Colony border. The reddish tabby raised her head, eyes half-lidded against the capricious breeze as she tasted the biting chill air, searching for scents. As promised, she could smell pigeon amid the snow and pervasive perfume of pine. "I think there might be a nest near the big climbing tree, but I'm not sure." she ventured cautiously. One riot,one ranger! 23:47, February 12, 2019 (UTC)
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