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So I call the last time I did this a roaring success, so we're doing it again!
This is supposed to be a patrol of all the borders, starting with Sunclan, moving to Dayclan, ending at Nighclan. The catch? Everyone is trying to avoid as much contact with any other cats and patrols as possible! After all, in Moonclan, talking with non-belivers is a sin, and Moonclan is in isolation. Of course, the other clans don't have to make this easy on them, you're free to jump in here with a Nightclan cat, Dayclan cat, or maybe even a loner snooping in Sunclan lands to add in a bit of spice.
If you don't have any of those, or even a Moonclan cat (what a TRAVESTY!) I have you covered with adoptables you can just throw on the Moonclan joining thread and hop in here with. Also do note, while normally only waxing-aligned cats would be on patrol, due to Moonclan's low numbers a waning cat or even a mother can join in to this patrol. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
THE ADOPTABLES [Remember as always, you are free to change anything about the cats below, to their names to their lunar alignment to their gender, etc etc]
- The first two up are a pair of sisters who lost their parents in the culling. Optionally, Strawberrypaw is pregnant with kits from one of the few Students who died in the culling.
PEACHPAW belle roleplayed by Stark Raving Mad Female | Waxing | image A petite orange-cream tabby with striking amber eyes, she's a stunning sight to behold. When she walks, she commands a presence in a room from her sight alone, she seems to move an walk in the same ethereal way that sunlight flickers through cracks in a wall. A quiet cat who never betrays more about herself than need be, she perhaps got her title as waxing because of her own reserved nature. Inside she's soft spoken, gentle, kind, but she holds it behind an air of distance and a portrayal of a perfect waxing cat. Perhaps forever fractured by the culling that took her parents' lives, she is slow to love, but when she does it becomes an obsessive thing, one of desperation and a need to hold on. It's why she is so impossibly close to her sister Strawberrysparkle, something of a helicopter sibling to her, as if constantly afraid something will happen to her.
STRAWBERRYPAW sparkle roleplayed by Dot Female | Waxing | image A tiny light orange tabby, she has eyes that fall in some strange middleground between striking amber and a deep, pine green. Something of a distinctive hazel color, in a way. Unlike her sister Strawberrypaw isn't beautiful, isn't stunning in the same way her sister is. Instead she's cute, all round and soft and made to look pudgy by the way her coat seems to puff around her like her fur like a great orange cotton ball. There was a time when she deeply resented this, a time when she was a spitfire dare-devil who lived hard and fought harder, who took chances and used her own life like it was a betting chip. Who took flings like they were trophies on her wall, who loved fast and fleeting and brilliantly in perfect, glorious sparks. But those days are long past her, lost to the culling. With her parents deaths, with her whole life changing in the culling, she's become a morose, cold, distant cat. There's a bitter sarcasm that seems to linger on her every word, like the last sputter of a flame that has gone out. Even still, she's become a cat of duty and immense faith, fully buying into the narrative that the only way to prevent another culling is to follow this new way of life in Moonclan and to work as hard as possible.
- A small family of three, their parents were killed in the fight with Sunclan. I encourage the idea they have a strong, lingering resentment towards Sunclan for that, but as always it's up to you <3
DAWNINGPAW ballad roleplayed by Male | Waning | image A large, darker reddish-brown siamese tom with longer fur strikingly soft blue eyes, his gentle gaze reveals more about the tom in an instant than he could ever say. He's a large, affable thing, with something of a country boy charm and shy reserve. The kind of guy you know would have a hundred red frckles across his cheeks and a soft tan from being in the sun. He's a simple cat, gentle and kind and sweet, who takes a special interest in gardening around the estate. He makes sure that there are always flowers blossoming no matter what time of the year, even laboring away in the winter to try and make sure that there are new blossoms peaking through the snow. Because of this, there's always a soft flora scent that he carries on his pelt wherever he goes.
DUSKINGPAW opera roleplayed by Male | Waxing | image A small siamese tom with longer, fluffy fur, with distinctive light blue eyes made only more peircing by being highlighted by his darker fur than twirls like a dark brown carnival mask about the core features his face. He's a quiet cat, though not necessarily shy. Reserved is probably the best term, with a slight air of mystery about him. His face always seems to be in a state of thought, knowing, or a certain mischevious air. He's exceptionally smart, and amazingly good at puzzles and riddles, something that has rewarded him some sort of petty status of being a respected citizen, if only because being good at mind games in a clan that worships a goddess occasionally labled the "Lady of Puzzles" has to count for something.
MIDNIGHTPAW revelry roleplayed by childe Female | Waxing | image A larger siamese she cat with long, sweeping white fur bar for her face and ears, which are a dark, near black brown which surrounds her blue eyes like two sunken sapphires. There is a constant knowing on her face, a look to her as if she can see right through you, like she can see through everyone. She holds a presence in a room, not because she beomes the focus of it, but because she seems above it; like she lives to do her own thing and walk to her own beat and drum. She talks too loud, her laugh is a deep bass, and she laughs at almost everything. As if the world itself is an odd, amusing thing, as if everyone is somehow funny to her. She dabbles in fortune-telling and readings; she's the first cat expectant queens go to to get a telling on their future kits, she's who students who are red in the face, giddy over their first crushes meet to have her tell them if they'll find true love soon, she's the one who gloats she's predicted the death dates of all her clan-mates, and gives a good, hearty laugh at that too. How much she's bluffing and how much she actually knows is impossible to say, she plays her cards close to her chest.
- One more! A single boy who the day after they were born their mother was killed in the Sunclan fight, and not long after their father was killed in the culling. I like the idea they were nameless for weeks and then got called Volcanokit in reference to the disaster in Sunclan. You can decide how they feel about being named after a mass tragedy, or i guess change their name completely if you really like! <3
VOLCANOPAW whisper roleplayed by Male | Waxing | image A large brown tom with stunning amber eyes, it would be easy to believe the tom got their name from just their massive size and impressive appearance alone, and not at the backdrop of the tragedy that took place in Sunclan right next door. They were orphaned at a young age, and while in other clans that might have been cause for pity, for some manner of kindness, at the time he grew up in Moonclan that was a fact of life. In a clan full of orphans, a single kit with not even other siblings to protect them, Volcanowhisper soon learned how to protect themselevs and carve out a path in life their own way. They're loud, rough, boisterous, they practically scream bad boy energy, a you-shouldn't-mess-around-with-this-but-you-want-to smolder to his eyes. He's mean, no doubt, but he's painfully honest and perhaps, because he's had so few close friends, immensely loyal. He doesn't care so much for Selene or for religion, he grew up in that small window before Moonclan's current state where Selene meant almost nothing and the tragedy meant faith had plumeted. But he does care about the power her name gives him when he wields it like a sword, the way he can make other cats who might otherwise have harassed him cower when he threatens to report them to the Council, and so in that he's become a loyal citizen, if only because his rebellious tendenies have been put to good use as a nark and a way of keeping the clan in line.
It was early morning, and setting up for a long day. Everyone who had come together knew what this was for: The first real border patrol since Moonclan had finally risen from whatever sad and desperate state it had been in to a bold new age. An age of religious revival, of new belief, of structure, of purpose. But of course, with every massive change came some problems. Patroling had become one of them.
It was a double edged sword. On one hand, the borders had to be protected; there was no doubt about that. Moonclan was still here, stronger than ever, and there would be no border crossing without serious retribution. On the other hand, Moonclan was now in isolationism; even so much as merely being in the presence of a non-believer was now seen as a horrific thing and something that needed to be purged from their camp and home, nevertheless something to be avoided from the heathens accross their borders. And Moonclan did consider them truly heathenous -- monsterous, really. Each clan had their own horrific reputation molded for them. Dayclan was full of kit-slavers, Nightclan was a tyranical dictatorship filled with murderers (well, that reputation wasn't really unwarranted, but still), and Sunclan had been blown off the map by Selene herself; who knew if they'd ever return again? And that didn't even account for the cats outside the clans, which most Moonclan cats were convinced was swarming with elementals out for Moonclan blood.
For obvious reasosn, no one in camp really wanted to be face to face with any cats from outside the clan; but inevitably border patrols would have to be done. So it had been decided upon that they would gather up a large patrol for defensive measures and to get it all done quickly and swiftly in one day; that way there would be no worrying about it later. What would they do in the future? Who knew, but for now this was a solid option.
Orrerypaw had gladly taken the title of patrol leader, though it wasn't really clear if he had been named patrol leader. Obviously any mothers in the party were the same rank as him, and he was of waning alignment, so this was about as antithetical to his role as it could possibly get, but he was all too thrilled to take command of the very large group of students and mothers and seemed adament about being ahead of everyone and giving off lectures as if he's been named the party's head.
"So remember, it's Sunclan, then Dayclan, then Nightclan. We get from one place to the other quickly, we make sure the borders are properly marked, and then we move on. And most importantly, if another patrol comes by we are all to not engage and press back into the woods. Understood?" He asked, giving a sharp glance to the group of cats behind him. Before anyone could even get a response in edgewise, he gave a nod of his head turned with a forceful, "Good. We'll be on our way then." as he padded out of the exit of the Lunar Estate's courtyard into Moonclan territory, expecting the rest to follow.
"You see, this is what I meant," Bacchuspaw said, suddenly at Orrerypaw's side from where he'd bounded ahead of the rest of the patrol to fall in line next to him. The way he spoke sounded like he was picking up an old conversation after a week, like he'd found new ammunition to continue his point. "We're going out into the world, away from the Estate, away from the rules — and you're thinking about getting back quickly. 'Not engage' — stop quoting the Minister and starting relaxing. We're all young here, we're going out unsupervised, if you don't count the snobby little lord at the rudder; we should be having fun! Do you know how happy I am just to be out of the nursery?" He laughed, looking around at the trees. "Incredible — air that doesn't smell of milk. I'd forgotten it existed."
Subconsciously, he'd started the usual process of courtship, and if Orrerypaw were a she-cat, perhaps he'd have registered that that was what he was doing: that he was courting him, wooing him with faint insults and irritation. But he wasn't, and he didn't; all he knew was that for whatever reason, he liked getting under the Luminary's skin. Liked the moment he snapped, because that brief, enticing glimpse under the armour sent such a thrill through him. Maybe if Orrerypaw hadn't suddenly thrust himself into heading the patrol, if Bacchuspaw hadn't been languishing in the courtyard in a rare patch of sunlight and gossiping idly with the other Mothers upon the cracked marble columns, if he hadn't looked over at the sound of his rather shrill voice and seen him whipping the patrol into shape like a little tyrant, he wouldn't have rolled over with a rumbling groan of apology and padded over on slow paws to sign up. Maybe he still would have.
Beyond his obvious motives, he was just relieved to be out of the nursery, to be somewhere he could stretch himself out and walk for more than ten steps before having to turn back and feel the fresh, cool breeze through the trees. Everything felt cold and grey, like it might storm later. And he relished the brief spell of freedom.
Before, Orrerypaw had been heading the patrol with the sort of dominating control and loud, obnoxious arrogance he always did. He had practically been prancing, his white-mitted paws had been treading the ground with some mix between a strut and a hop to his step. That smug, unflappable grin that had forcefully been fulled tight in an air of control and superiority as he'd given commands still looked slightly lopsided enough to betray his excitement as he began to lead everyone through the rusting gates of the estate that had permanently been lodged open wide by the vines and greenery around it, its hindges too rotted stiff to move. It had been oh so showy, oh so impressive -- and the Bracchuspaw had showed up.
At the mere sound of his voice it looked like a rug had actually been pulled out from under the Luminary, he stumbled on his own steps a moment, for a second looking as if he might trip on his own two feet before he just barely caught his footing. Although he tried to keep moving on as if nothing had happened, it was clear there was a significant amount of energy lost to his step, clearly still in the grip of bewilderment. His head snapped to the side to see Bacchuspaw right next to him, and his heart practically skipped a beat. Bracchuspaw consistently, with a trait he could not wrap his mind around, always sent a thousand emotions flooding through him. He should have been mad he was here, horrified even, at the one cat who yet so far had ever dared to outright challenge him and tease him. And to some extent he was. But in spite of that, in spite the fact the other tom had absolutely humiliated him in front of the group, in spite of the fact that they had ruined their entire air of absolute authority, he still wasn't upset about having him along. He was still all too glad he was there, even though he would never, ever admit it.
"It's for safety purposes, and it was the Commissioner, not the Minister." Orrerypaw corrected, little hmph, as he tried to settle back into his air of control after all that. He didn't bother to humor the other comments by Bacchuspaw with a response, though there was something almost sympathetic, something warm in his eye that betrayed the fact that the mother's excitement at being out sparked something in him. Something a little more than just casual endearmeant.
[ gonna snag Midnight, love her name as always you're the true goddess of Moonclan. ]
"I smell love in the air!" Shrill and excitable Midnightpaw shoved her way into the conversation with the grace of a bull in a china shop; that was to say none. Her sapphire eyes cut between the pair before she let out a delighted laugh, tail lashing in her own excitement. "Oh wouldn't it be oh so exciting if you two were the first proper pair of Moonclan! Such a fitting example for the rest of us peons; our upper echelons really showing us our proper places." She was well aware that they were both exempt from needing to pair or from ever needing to wrangle some new blood into the clan but it was fun to tease, so fun in fact she just kept going.
"Just imagine the cute kits the two of you could find together!" Despite her exuberance she knew better than to outright say the word kidnap, despite that being exactly what Moonclan cats did when they did not want to have kits of their own or simply couldn't. "if you wanted to that is! But despite Bracchuspaw I'm reasonably certain he wouldn't have the first clue how to properly bring up his own get and you would have to do all the heavy lifting." She continued earnestly to Orrerypaw. All idle fantasies of-course, Midnightpaw simply liked to poke at others buttons regardless of the reality of a situation. In truth she would be paired off way before either of them if they were chose to. She had considered looking for her own match but truthfully she liked the idea of outside forces deciding for her; easy-peasy that way.
She continued on, flouncing past the pair and taking the lead deeper into the territory. Completely dismissive of the fact that the Luminary had claimed the lead on the patrol. "We should try and find pretty shells or stones to leave as offerings for Selene!" She paused and then whirled around with a gasp. "Or, or! We could give them to Windsweptashes, he's very cute isn't he!" The siamese let out a giggle that clearly demonstrated that among the young cats on the patrol her maturity level might be lacking. She didn't even care that what she was saying could be considered disrespectful or beyond her station; addressing the Commissioner so informally behind his back and without his leave.
[she's 100% absolutely yours <3 i will reply to this too soon I swear i just figured I should confirm she was yours first lol, this is like the one part i didn't think through with threads like this woops]
Orrerypaw paused. For a moment he must have been sheet white in horror, and the another second later, an absolute bright red. The shock, the disgust, the outrage -- he was beyond words. Of course the she cat was probably completely unaware of his alignment, the ones of the upperclass were usually rarely discussed, truly out of her league. Midnightpaw was not a luminary, nor was she a mother, and she was not (probably for obvious reasons, with the way she was blabbering on) in the small group of respected citizens who were allowed to peak behind the curtain enough to be "in the know". But Orreyrpaw knew; he was more than aware of his status as a waning, and even the mere joke of something so shameful being said about him so publicly -- about both of them so publicly, was enough to make Orrerypaw decide that something had to be done.
Lurching forward as the Midnightpaw tried to trot ahead, Orrerypaw snapped his jaw around her tail. He didn't bother with a gentle grip, he was all too content to sink his teeth nice and deep into her tail as he jerk her straight back in one sharp, decisive motion. He didn't bother to give her time to speak or recouperate before practically shoving her over to the side where the rest of the patrol could better see her, better see him make an example made out of her. "If you ever want to be paired with someone half decent you'd ought better watch your tongue." His voice one note away from being an outright snarl; just barely controlled enough to be kept clear and cold and cruel. He did his best to loom over her; she was a large cat, but he was large too, and he made sure his claws barely peaked through his sheathes as a sharp reminder that he had no problem furthering his point with more violence. It was in his right; she was just a student and he was a luminary; she had stepped out of bounds and he was an arbiter of Selene's will; she had shown disrespect to authority and has thus direspected Selene. At least, that was the response he would give, if anyone dared to question his judgement.
Giving one more sharp, disgusted glance at Midnightpaw, like she was some rat who had been placed at his feet, he stalked away back to his prior place he had claimed for himself at the head of the patrol. He didn't bother to explain what had gotten her such a vicious and humiliating punishment: "Let her guess." he thought. She had done a number of stupid things; disrespecting him, direspecting a mother, walking ahead of both of them like she, a mere student, had any such authority. She was free to assume it was any number of things, they were all worthy of punishment in his eyes. Turning his head to look over his shoulder at the rest of the patrol, he straightened up a bit. "Now," He said, his voice was still punctuated with the same bitterness and a testing tone, as if he was all too ready at any time for another student to be dumb enough to step out of line. "as I said before, we're checking the borders. Nothing more," His narrowed green eyes locked onto Midnightpaw's as he had to force himself to not hiss out the words. "and nothing less."
And with that, he started moving again, a newfound stiffness to his step. As if every part of him had to be more rigid, prepared with a still lingering shot of adrenaline in his veins to be challenged again.
She let out a yelp as jaws snapped around her tail and scrambled to keep her feet under her as she was tugged along, then struggled to regain her footing after the luminary shoved her. Throughout it all rather than feel frightened, or perhaps intimidated she felt rather amused by the whole thing. So flippant in the face of consequences she was still playful even in this situation. Even as he threatened her with the authority he had and loomed in her face she could only let out a little chuckle. "But all my pairing options are so delightful! Who could possibly be considered a bad choice." The words weren't loud and he talked over them regardless but by no means were they whispered.
In this age of Moonclan every cat was young, the oldest of them so out of reach it was almost comical to consider them part of their day to day lives. It was like living in Neverland where there was almost an illusion that they would never truly grow old. And Midnightpaw grasped this with both paws and held it close to her chest. Even faced down by the other spitting angry words the waxing female could only find a certain pleasant trace of joy at so thoroughly getting under his skin with her teasing.
As he stalked away on stiff legs she huffed and sent a look towards the others, silently saying 'can you believe this guy?' before turning to follow after him. Silently she was determined to see beyond the borders of Moonclan, it was most of the reason she had volunteered for this patrol when no one else had wished to go. A tom with puffed up delusions of grandeur wasn't going to stop her; he was only a luminary because the choices were so slim. The planning that had to happen now though was how to accomplish her goal after she had so readily but the tom on guard.
It might have been expected that Bacchuspaw, so lethargic-eyed and grinning, might laugh along, might let it roll off him and beam along with the student — because what was a little harmless teasing? But it wasn't harmless. And he didn't laugh. Immediately, Bacchuspaw's grin iced over to a mirthless expression and he went silent, looking away with cold disinterest and stopping mid-step so Orrerypaw could pull ahead and the rest of the patrol could catch up. When they did, he lashed his tail once, turned, and fell in line at the fringes, his steps heavy and stern. He missed seeing the Luminary snap his teeth around Midnightpaw's tail, turning his back to them as he padded back to the group, but he heard it, and he knew what was happening. He didn't react to the aftermath, just met the student's joking look to the others with a cold, unreadable look from the corner of his eye. She was insolent, it was withering; it was enough of a reason to be so displeased. It was the only reason. He didn't look ahead at Orrerypaw as they continued.
"Hurry up," he snapped to the rest of the patrol, twisting round mid-step to stalk around the back of the group and keep them herded forward like sheep. That's all they were. All any of them were. He was a sheep; Orrerypaw was a sheep. In a dark, deep sort of way, hidden from even himself, Bacchuspaw hated MoonClan. And without the Luminary being privy to it, he had started to formulate at the back of his mind, more a simmering feeling than a real, tangible plan, a future in which the two sheep became wolves. That was the only way up in this place, for the sheep to step on each other's backs, to harvest their wool and grow teeth. And as unaware as Orrerypaw might have been, Bacchuspaw, in bitter night-time lamentations, was already picturing offering his paw to haul the Luminary up to the ruins of the devastated Estate, to the same level as he, where everyone else was gone, dead, laid ruin to by Selene or by someone using her name. Ash and emptiness. And the sheep became kings. He still didn't know why he felt any of that; all he knew was he hated Orrerypaw less than he hated all the cats around him on the patrol.
As they slowly drew nearer to SunClan, Bacchuspaw raised his muzzle slightly and breathed in the thick, lung-heaving smell of volcanic ash. The distance beyond the tops of the pines was still black and gritty, raining slowly down or towering high in thin, smoking columns. "Why, what a surprising thing," he mused unsympathetically. "Build your home on a volcano and suffer some sort of terrible, unforeseeable, volcano-related disaster. Really, the prophets themselves would have struggled to predict it."
As time passed the stiffness to Orrerypaw's step left, but the bitterness, the distaste, that still lingered like a sharp cold burn in the pit of his chest. It was only lightly reassured by Bacchuspaw's voice, but even that too brought a wave of bitterness. He slightly resented the feeling now in a way he wouldn't have felt at all before; the slight bubbling of relief and the hint of contentedness he felt at hearing the mother whip them all back into line, like a second hand he didn't ask for but so painfully was glad he had. It was so bittersweet, because what would have been a moment that would have made his heart flutter for reasons he could not possibly name, what would have made him oh so unspeakably excited to have Bacchuspaw backing up his order, to be working as a pair, a unit against this group of unruly peons, had been spoiled by Midnightpaw and her awful, humiliating implications. He could almost feel her still snickering behind his back as Bacchuspaw aided him, his ears were pricked and waiting for some snide remark about the two of them that was worthwhile to unleash another round of beating and slashes and insults to smack her back in line, to force her to know her place. But they didn't come, and so his disgust just stirred and stewed with no possible, reasonable outlit.
As they moved, every once in a while Orrerypaw felt his gaze flash back at the patrol, at Bacchuspaw. He hadn't gotten to see his expression or his reaction to Midnightpaw's comment, all he had gotten was hearing him snapping at the rest of the patrol and a glimpse at him herding them back into place. But couldn't just check now, the very thought of doing so created a awful twist of shame in his stomach, and he warred with himself. He shouldn't care what a mere student though, if he wanted to check up on Bacchuspaw he should be able to without a care in the world. But he did care, and he hated it. He boiled under it, a newfound rage at restriction, of having to meet some standard not imposed by someone above him, but by the snide, stupid, insolent comments of Midnightpaw.
He barely noticed as the air grew thick with the smell of smoldered fire, of ash and heat and the scent of uplifted soot with every step the patrol took. It was only Bacchuspaw's comment which rose him from his thought and churning emotions, his head jerking up a bit as he regathered himself and fully made note of where they were, a little too late giving a nod in agreement to the mother's comment. "Yes, well, it's a good thing that by Selene's mercy they're gone too. They were nasty heathens, if you've ever heard any stories about them. And stupid too, used to believe in there being a Sun god." Orrerypaw said, sounding something between a know-it-all tour guide and some devout street preacher with the mixture of nonchalant arrogance and contemptuous devotion as they padded closer, a certain newfound liveliness to his step now that he was getting to stand in front and lecture everyone with something of a twisted history and religious lesson. "One has to wonder where such a god was when a volcano exploded. Ha. Well, anyways, for the younger of you, we're heading up on Sunclan. There shouldn't be any cats around, I don't even think loners would want to breath in this air, but it never hurts to be vigilant."
Midnightpaw's eyes flickered between the pair wit ha confused lit, she had never been one for restrictions as she had so clearly demonstrated and their refusal to be open to being a pair confused her. It took a little to long for her to wonder if perhaps their lunar alignments didn't in fact align and then she frowned harder. One of them could simply change their alignment, it was certainty within Orrerypaw's power if he truly liked the Mother. Though the she-cat really knew nothing about that and considered briefly that perhaps she was being hypocritical. because she personally would never changer her alignment for anyone, no matter how much she loved them.
As Sunclan's desolated territory came into her view she forgot completely about the toms and perked up, ears tilting forward and head raising to peer as far off into the territory as she could. It was interesting to see the charred remains of trees, to see the ash that still fell from the sky, or perhaps the breeze was carrying it off crumbling branches or stirring it up from elsewhere. Regardless it was clearly a place of death and she was curious what would ever grow there again.
She edged forward to just behind the luminary and her eyes caught on movement, a branch that swayed dangerously in the wind likely damaged by the fires. It seemed to be on their side of the border as far as she could tell though she wasn't familiar at all with the lines and it was hard to tell with the stench of death and smoke clogging her nose. It almost seemed like a waste for them to even bother remarking it; who would challenge their claim on their own territory from that land. Below the tree seemed to be a hill that dropped down to areas she couldn't see.
Her sapphire eyes cast sideways as she wondered if she could slip away to go peer over and see if there was any water at the bottom; did water evaporate in a volcanic eruption she wondered? Perhaps she could make a case that she wanted to see if it was carrying contaminates into Moonclan territory.
