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Post by StarClan on Jan 19, 2006 16:19:54 GMT -5
**This is where you will RP and report on your patrol. I or my future deputy will assign you to a patrol, then come here and complete it.**
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 23, 2006 19:25:48 GMT -5
** Kempaw waits for his leader by the edge of camp. He can hear the faint sound of Thunderpath with its unseeing monsters in the distance. He licks his paw, listening to the sounds of the night approaching.**
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Post by StarClan on Jan 23, 2006 19:28:25 GMT -5
**Rowanstar, the young leader of WindClan, padded quietly up beside Kempaw and greeted him with a nod.** Kempaw. **She turned towards the plains and flicked her tail at the apprentice.** Are you ready? Let's go.
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 23, 2006 19:31:38 GMT -5
** The grey tabby nods in respect.**Ready as always.** He looks out at the plains as well.** Should we check Fourtrees, or the Falls?
OOC: Once again, sorry. I'm still reading about Firepaw and the Thunderclan, so that's what I'm thinking about right now! Sorry!
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Post by StarClan on Jan 23, 2006 19:37:45 GMT -5
OOC: Uh, Kempaw, I thought Sunningrocks and OwlTree were in ThunderClan.
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 23, 2006 19:39:39 GMT -5
OOC: Whoops! I was thinking like Torpaw for a sec there... I'll modify, soory!
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Post by StarClan on Jan 23, 2006 19:47:35 GMT -5
OOC: That's fine. I still get confuse and almost call myself leader of ThunderClan! BIC: **Rowanstar started out, then paused and looked over her shoulder, about to reply. Apparently, she suddenly changed her mind and replied.** You know what? How about you lead? **The tortoiseshell padded back behind Kempaw and motioned towards the plains.** You first.
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 23, 2006 19:51:21 GMT -5
** Kempaw is taken aback by her change of mind, but nothing shows on his face. He takes it all in stride- most likely a test, he thought, to prove his worth to the Clan. He'd show her he wasn't any kittypet!** Ok. Let's go!
** He takes off, going southeast, towards Fourtrees and thier border with Thunderclan.**
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Post by StarClan on Jan 23, 2006 19:59:19 GMT -5
OOC: Kempaw, basically just RP the entire patrol, unless something comes up and you don't know what to do. Just tell me what you scent, hear, and observe as you patrol the borders. This is a test to see if you are worthy (He he! Like there's any question...) to become a warrior.
BIC: **Rowanstar followed, observing the apprentice's actions closely.** He'll make a fine warrior someday... **She shook her head to clear it and focused on the patrol.**
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 23, 2006 20:13:01 GMT -5
** The tom comes upon Fourtrees within minutes of Silverpelt appearing and stops, seeing if there was any trouble. He sniffs and many scents flood his nose; the most recent was ThunderClan warriors, followed by some Riverclan. There was a fainter stench of ShadowClan, but not much. He stretched his hearing far beyond Fourtrees, listening for anything unusual. Thunderpath echoed in the distance. The four oaks stood strong as ever, ready for the next Gathering. That would be a site to see when he was allowed to go as a warrior.**
**He could hear the Falls strong and clear as he dashes away from the Gathering place and made his way there. On his way, he thought of when the next Gathering would be. By moonhigh he thought he should be at his destination, if there were no delays.**
** The water rushed down the falls as Kempaw stops to take a breather. Moonhigh was near; it was close to full, its light shining on the grey tabby's fur, making it look silver. RiverClan scent was stronger here, as this was their border with WindClan. He almost forgot about Rowanstar as he reveled in his element- the wild! He looks out to the priarie and sees WindClan camp in the distance. It would be well into the night before he got back.**
** Breathing regularly now, he loped home to his warm nest and fresh-kill pile. His paws made nary a sound as he went through the forest, the pine needles covering the ground feeling soft under his foot-pads. Most of the cats were sleeping when he trotted into camp. Grabbing a mouse, he went to his den after saying a good night to his leader, not knowing if she was sill following him or not. He curled up in his nest and slept peaceful dreams.**
OOC: Some of that last paragraph probably wasn't needed, but I just couldn't stop typing! It sounds so peaceful...
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Post by StarClan on Jan 23, 2006 20:18:59 GMT -5
OOC: That's fine! Very good. I think I have my first warrior! I'll hold the ceremony on the SpeakingHill thread. Two thumbs way up! BIC: **Rowanstar nodded in acceptance of Kempaw's 'good night'. Turning her feet towards her den, which was under a fallen log, she yawned wearily. It had been a long day. Reaching her den, she curled up on the comfortable moss, tucking her paws peacefully under her.** Well, I think Kempaw's about ready to become a warrior. We'll hold the ceremony next moonhigh... **With that, the young she-cat, leader of WindClan, drifted off to sleep, letting her mind wander the paths of dreams.**
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Post by StarClan on Feb 11, 2006 22:14:50 GMT -5
Next Patrol ~ Kempfur, Moonpaw, and Rowanstar **Rowanstar padded out of her den and glanced around the clearing. Seeing that all was well, she made her way to the edge of camp and sat down. Her eyes glowed as she looked around for the others who were scheduled for this patrol.**
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Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Feb 12, 2006 8:49:23 GMT -5
** Kempfur, his dark grey tabby pelt shining in the moonlight, trots up to Rowanstar. He dips his head in greeting.** Almost ready for the patrol?
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Post by moonclaw on Feb 12, 2006 13:55:21 GMT -5
*Moonpaw slowly makes his way over to where Rowanstar and Kempfur sit. He then greets them both.* Hello Rowanstar and Kemfur! So are we ready to go on patrol?
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Post by StarClan on Feb 12, 2006 19:07:06 GMT -5
Yes, we ar- oh, there's Moonpaw now. **Rowanstar stood and nodded at both cats.** Greetings. So, shall we begin? **The tortoiseshell she-cat turned toward the entrance and padded out, listening to the sounds of the night. Crickets chirped, adding their rthymic music to the night air. She shivered slightly as the cold wind ruffled her thin fur, then set out into the night.**
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