∟ Broken Oaths ㄱ A Warrior Cats Roleplay

[DriedGrape]

🐁 QUIETMOUSE
27 moons 🔹 tom 🔹 warrior
apprentice; open 🔹 location;; camp🔹 tags;; Falcondown, Breezesong (mentions)
'thinking' "talking"


OOC;; ××


IC;; Quietmouse quickly looked up from his paws as the voice of Falcondown filled his ears, watching her with slightly widened eyes though not exactly looking at her as she spoke to him with a rather soft voice; questioning him about going on a patrol; letting out a soft breath he nodded his head "o-oh yes Falcondown, a patrol would be nice" came his soft reply as he gave her a small smile before his gaze drifted over to where Breezesong sat as he groomed his pelt before quickly shifting his gaze back to the Deputy "I'm ready as soon as you and Breezesong are" Quietmouse added as he gave Falcondown a small smile.

[necrobinical]

>> FALCONDOWN <<
> molly <> 30m <> deputy <> in stoneclan camp <> tags: quietmouse, breezesong

"Thank you. We will join you at the camp entrance. Please be there." Falcondown stands, padding past Quietmouse. While passing beside the smaller tom, she brushes her haunch against his, offering some support. She pitied him for his nervousness, and yearned to help, though she was usually too busy to squeeze in time for that kind of softness. She doesn't look back as she pads away.

Her voice is less soft for Breezesong, but not out of maliciousness. She simply knows he can be spoken to plainly. "Breezesong. I am going on patrol with Quietmouse, and you will be accompanying us. We're going around the borders and assuring no tresspassing has occured. We will hunt on the way home."

[Fortune's Fool]

ღ Breezesong
Tom -- 30 moons -- Warrior, apprentice: none-- Tags: Falcondown, Quietmouse
The warrior had heard brief mention of his name not long before he'd managed to work the burr out, and so he was prepared when the deputy finally made her way away from Quietmouse and in his direction. He stretched languidly as she grew nearer, rising to his paws and flexing his claws to appreciate his morning effort. Breezesong's ears perked up when Falcondown spoke, long tail swaying behind him. "Alright!" Patrolling was, by far, his favorite duty so long as it stayed relatively uneventful. Getting out of camp with some of the others was nice, and Breezesong rather liked Quietmouse. "We leaving right away?"

⚜ Hickorypaw
Molly -- 10 moons -- Apprentice, mentor: Sparrowstar -- Tags: Sparrowstar, Foggyblur
There was some sense of relief that Hickorypaw felt when Sparrowstar at least brought up the age thing she'd thought of. In her eyes it meant that she was starting to at least kind of understand the logic behind this clan she'd found herself in. Even if not being allowed to leave the camp alone was... grating at times, there too she could see the logic.
The tortoiseshell had gotten rather lost in thought while she ate, blinking to realize that she'd practically finished off the mouse at this point. Perhaps she'd been hungrier than she'd realized. Sitting herself down she licked a paw to rub it over her muzzle, only to get distracted by the sight of a bit of moss clinging to the fur on her shoulder that she also had to get rid off.

[necrobinical]

>> FALCONDOWN <<
> molly <> 30m <> deputy <> in stoneclan camp <> tags: quietmouse, breezesong, sparrowstar

"We are." While curt, there is no hostility in the deputy's tone. She paws the earth just a touch to relieve some of her morning stress, before turning on her heel and heading to the camp entrance. She makes a brief detour to walk behind Sparrowstar and murmur "I'm heading on a patrol with Breezesong and Quietmouse. We'll bring back prey, though our main goal is checking the borders.", afterwards waiting at the camp entrance. Once her patrol has gathered, she hurries out of camp and runs to the nearest border.

[DriedGrape]

🐁 QUIETMOUSE
27 moons 🔹 tom 🔹 warrior
apprentice; open 🔹 location;; camp🔹 tags;;
'thinking' "talking"


OOC;; ××


IC;; Quietmouse couldn't help but let out a small purr of appreciation as she passed him, pressing her haunches against his in support even if it was very brief; he watched her for a few heart beats before quickly rising to his paws and making his way to the camp entrance, once there the red and white tabby offered a small smile to Breezesong and he and Falcondown met up with him. Once altogether the fluffy tom quickly and quietly slipped out of camp, following closely behind his larger companions as he remained on high alert; ears swiveling on his head as he picked up the sounds of the forest and his nose twitched every often as he picked up different smells, once they arrived Quietmouse slowed his pace and lowered his head closer to the ground in order to pick up any distinctive smells that seemed unfamiliar to him.

[Fortune's Fool]

ღ Breezesong
Tom -- 30 moons -- Warrior, apprentice: none-- Tags: Falcondown, Quietmouse
As the deputy made a detour towards the leader, Breezesong padded straight to the camp entrance. He offered a smile to Quietmouse but before long they were out and on their way. His long legs allowed him an easy pace that kept him only a step behind Falcondown as they moved. There was a low, almost imperceptible rumble in his chest practically the whole way -- not quite a purr or hum but perhaps the beginnings of one or the other -- that was his compromise for keeping his mostly-silence. Quietmouse was, after all, very reminiscent of his namesake, and the last thing Breezesong wanted to do was overwhelm the poor tom.
To the untrained eye he likely looked as if he weren't taking this patrol seriously at all, but the perceptive would note that he very much was alert. Ears followed sounds that rose above the general ambient noise of the forest, eyes swept across the underbrush.

⚜ Hickorypaw
Molly -- 10 moons -- Apprentice, mentor: Sparrowstar -- Tags: Sparrowstar, Foggyblur
There was some sense of relief that Hickorypaw felt when Sparrowstar at least brought up the age thing she'd thought of. In her eyes it meant that she was starting to at least kind of understand the logic behind this clan she'd found herself in. Even if not being allowed to leave the camp alone was... grating at times, there too she could see the logic.
The tortoiseshell had gotten rather lost in thought while she ate, blinking to realize that she'd practically finished off the mouse at this point. Perhaps she'd been hungrier than she'd realized. Sitting herself down she licked a paw to rub it over her muzzle, only to get distracted by the sight of a bit of moss clinging to the fur on her shoulder that she also had to get rid off.

[Hawk WillowWatcher]

Wölfin
15 moons old - She-cat - currently a loner - location: side of the DeadRiver - Tags: open

A familiar scent swarmed Wölfin, but it seemed far away… yet close? Despite her aching head she still managed to open her eyes. A young Tom stood over her, with stars in his fur. Although he seemed like a stranger, Wölfin could never forget the amber eyes of her brother… “Finch?” She managed to mumble as the Tom smiled at her and then faded into the breeze. She closed her eyes again. She knew it would be ok, as Finch was watching over her.
As pawsteps approached she could only hope they weren’t hostile…

[Stars Hollow]

❦ — — 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

thirty-six moons ∾ tom ∾ leader of stoneclan ∾ location: fresh kill pile, stoneclan camp ∾ tags: hickorypaw, foggyblur

Sparrowstar hummed thoughtfully for a moment, tail flicking back and forth as he thought her words over. "If you're sure, you have my blessing! You can be the one to tell Applepaw if you wish; I'm sure she will be over the moon to finally have a mentor of her own." The leader let out a soft, amused purr. His ears perk as his deputy slips behind him, murmuring her plans softly to him. Sparrowstar nods in understanding; Falcondown was more than capable of handling a small patrol, so he saw no need to comment on her plans. His eyes glanced briefly over to the camp entrance, heart fluttering when he saw Quietmouse among those selected for the patrol. "Be careful out there; I can't properly woo you if you end up sending yourself to StarClan prematurely!" He called out, playful and teasing as the group turned to leave. Turning his attention back to Foggyblur, his tail slipped out to coil around Hickorypaw, a supportive gesture. He was clearly pleased than she'd listen and finished her breakfast without a fight.

❦ — — 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖

ten moons ∾ molly ∾ stoneclan apprentice ∾ location: fresh kill pile, stoneclan camp ∾ tags: sparrowstar (mentioned), foggyblur (mentioned)

Applepaw's ears perked up as she heard her name being spoken. The apprentice raised her head, eyes locking onto the two warriors as they discussed something a ways away from her. Sparrowstar was instantly recognizable; the clan leader had insisted on being there for the birth of her and her siblings, over the moon about StoneClan's first litter since its official conception. As they had grown, he had continued keeping a watchful eye over them, and Applepaw honestly couldn't say anything unkind about her leader. Foggyblur was a bit more of a mystery to the molly, only a few moons older than herself but already a warrior. In a way, it was admirable, but somewhere in Applepaw's stomach a small seed of jealousy had sprouted. Oh, how she longed for the freedom the warriors had! To be able to go where she pleased, to be able to hunt without an escort, to be truly USEFUL to her clanmates. The apprentice lowered her head oncemore, taking another bite out of her breakfast as she continued to mull over her thoughts silently.

[necrobinical]

>> FALCONDOWN <<
> molly <> 30m <> deputy <> stoneclan border <> tags: quietmouse, breezesong, wölfin

This is a good patrol, she knows this well. The dappled deputy keeps a good mental note of all her clanmates strengths, and she knows quite well the prowess of the two she's invited along. If anything happened, they would be fine. She would make sure of that anyhow, but injury was less likely. Once at the border, her quick pace slows so the three cats can do a thorough check. After she marks the border, Falcondown raises her head and opens her mouth to scent around. Nothing aside from Stoneclan's scent so far... Just that large thunderpath a while away, and that thing always reeked. Though a more familiar scent seemed nearby...

One of her ears twitch, and her fur bristles. Falcondown wasn't actually that good at scenting, honestly, her strengths lie mainly in battle and command, but she knows the scent of blood very well. That distant scent is blood. Two realities make themselves known in her analytical brain-- either this is the scent of something to eat, or someone to save. Either is good enough a reason to divert. "Quietmouse, stay here and be ready to run. Breezesong, follow me and be ready." While harsh, the harshness is necessary in her eyes. After assuring Breezesong is at her side, the burly molly begins to run up a slope across a short field, ducking under the thunderpath's railing as she pulls herself up onto the curb. She raises her head as high as she can to see, and upon seeing the body of a cat, she finally shares an emotion with the world. Worry flows like a river off her pelt, assailing the nose of her nearby companion. "Tell Quietmouse to run to camp and prepare them for an injured cat, then come back to me to act as guard while I bring this cat back. Be cautious." She commands, eyes briefly flicking over to Breezesong. Without another word, Falcondown sprints down the paved road towards the cat.

[DriedGrape]

🐁 QUIETMOUSE
27 moons 🔹 tom 🔹 warrior
apprentice; open 🔹 location;; camp🔹 tags;; Falcondown, Breezesong
'thinking' "talking"


OOC;; ××


IC;; The young tom turned to Falcondown with worried eyes as he too picked up the scent of blood, thoughts racing through his mind as he thought of different scenarios and what could it be but Quietmouse's thoughts soon came to a halt as Falcondown spoke to him; not accustomed to her harsh voice his ears instinctively flattened though he understood the necessity of it and his gaze hardened "understood" Quietmouse replied firmly with a quick nod of his head as he watched Falcondown and Breezesong head in the direction of the thunderpath, sinking his claws into the earth he prayed silently for their safe return.