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Brambletail: Border Patrol Outside WillowClan Camp


Brambletail could smell the fox before Stormheart but didn't see anything, in a few moments the temporary lead cat spoke up anyway. Hawkpaw piped up afterwards, expressing their hope that they could drive it off. Brambletail nodded, "Of course if we run into it we'll make sure to drive it off, it'd have to be pretty foolish to have not run off already." Despite his words Brambletail's every sense was perked for any sign of the fox in question. He'd tangled with most forest creatures in his life, and foxes were no exception.

Stormheart turned towards a bush for a moment; it was then that Brambletail locked eyes with the fox. In the next instant it burst out in a flurry of claws and teeth. Brambletail had already stepped forward and was circling it, looking for a chance to strike while also pressuring it to keep it from attacking. However the next event was out of both the fox's and Brambletail's predictions. Maplestream came out of nowhere, pulling off a series of damaging acrobatic maneuvers, that admittedly left little room for the rest of them to help.

Personally Brambletail thought she was being a bit dramatic. The fox should've already run away facing four cats, even if one of them was little more than a kit. That it hadn't probably just meant that it was stupid. The fox barely had a chance to recover from Stormheart's antics before Duskwing appeared with a sneaking strike of their own. Between the fox getting desperate and being whipped back and forth Brambetail suddenly surged forward, nearly shoulder to shoulder with the fox, just as it had lunged towards Stormheart. His left paw swept the fox's front legs, sending it crashing to the ground. Brambletail brought the same paw back down in a vicious swipe at the fox's neck, retracting it with blood and fur as he nimbly retreated. The fox would practically have to be suicidal to not flee now with such severe wounds and facing such numbers. Normally Brambletail would let such a foe get away, or perhaps track it down later, lest it strike a deadly blow in its death throes, but it might be better to kill it here and now...

Merl: Willowclan Camp, Elder Den


Merl let out a massive yawn and an equally sized stretch as she slowly got up. As she got older she slept in just a bit more, but she still could never lay in one spot all day. After a quick circle she plodded outside her den, her one eye blinking rapidly a few times with the change in light. It was a bit brisk out, but the warm sunlight was more than sufficient to make up for it. That and Merl was no stranger to the a biting cold night or few. It seemed she was in time to see Fernstar heading over. "Oh dearie is that moss for me? You're so sweet, let me get that old stuff out of the way for you." Merl said, and headed back into her den to do just that. Their young, ambitious leader always seemed to be trying her best to get something down. While Merl may have a few years on her but she was far from considering herself useless or entirely dependent.
Brambletail: WillowClan Camp


"Of course, a free meal is a free meal no matter which way you split it." Brambletail said simply. Being an oppertunist was something that came naturally to him and being on a simple trek to mark the borders didn't stop him from keeping a keen eye out as they walked, for snow free patches of ground, potential danger, or unsuspecting prey. Although his paw steps and words were soft, the same couldn't be said for the rest of him. Brambletail's frame was filled with energy, even for something so simply. His eyes scanned the area diligently, and he seemed ready for anything despite his relaxed tone of voice. Some might consider his level of attention overboard, but it was simply Brambletail's natural state.
Brambletail: WillowClan Camp


Brambletail suddenly, with hardly a glimmer of lethargy, such that it was hard to tell if he had been sleeping at all. He delicately stepped down to clearing, his white paws daintily stepping between patches of snow for better footing and comfort. His amber eyes glimmered in the sunlight as they made sure everything was as it should be. Maplestream wasn't here. Hopefully nothing bad had happened to them, it would be bad if something had snuck into the camp. The smell and lack of prints made that seem unlikely, but not impossible. Even if they had, they'd be long gone by now, though he might take a look around later just in case. The tiny kill pile made Brambletail twitch his nose, it was a bit disappointing, but conditions were quite bad. Upon hearing what Fernstar wanted he carefully went to the edge of the small camp, resting his haunches a snow free patch of sunlight.

Moments later Stormheart and Hawkpaw arrived, the former with a demeanor that attempted to match his own and the latter bounding with reckless energy. "Nothing of note, but that's no reason to relax." Brambletail said, his tone guiding but not quite authoritative. Hawkpaw's enthusiastic greeting was merely met with a brief nod. "Lead the way." Brambletail hadn't really understand the need for marking territory initially, but it seemed it had its uses in a Clan so he went along with it. Brambletail could manage something like this fine, but Fernstar had the right idea making Stormheart lead, that cat just needed more confidence. As opposed to Hawkpaw, who could probably use less. Ah well, this was the point of a Clan wasn't it?
Dawkin Trustram



A secret base in Raremine, an unknown intruder wrecking the base, and an important delivery. A goldmine of information that'd just uncovered, but what was he to do with it? Stop the delivery in its tracks! Dawkin released Pichu and Cacena and knelt down next to them, whispering, "Two trainers are going to come out of the door, Pichu Thunderwave them, Cacena use Sand Attack!" Pichu seemed eager to have the chance to zap someone, and Cacena more passively nodded and looked at the indicated doorway intently. His plan was to have the two Pokemon blind and paralyze the pair as they came out. After the two let their moves rip, Dawkin would move in their wake to take whatever this 'important package' was. Dawkin wanted to be fast in the event that Pichu's Thunderwave wasn't fully effective in paralyzing them, Cacena's Sand Attack should hopefully give him enough time to retrieve the package and flee. Of course if the pair did two out to be neutralized by Pichu, he might just stick around and see what else he could ruin! Dawkin might have felt bad for attacking two people with his Pokemon like this, but he simply he to remind himself that Team Amethyst had surely done the same to countless people, himself included!

Actions: Have Pichu and Cacena prepare to thunderwave/sandattack Allan and Mia when they leave the room, taking their package, and leaving if they're still active enough to resist or stay if they don't seem to be.











Local deputy checking in, glad to see we managed to round up some enthusiastic individuals, looking forward to what we'll be able to cook up together!
Dawkin Trustram



Did Krysty's team smash that entire warehouse? Holy Miltank. It seemed Kristy had gotten the upper hand but just as she was bringing the battle to a close her two victims managed to Abra away. Kristy gave him a brief explanation before heading back to the gym, leaving Dawkin to ponder the events. At least the culprits had been identified, it Team Amethyst's work again. As though prompted by this thought, Dawkin saw a familiar face flash through the crowd of miners. Cigarette guy! Dawkin immediately began walking after him without a plan in mind only to see him dip into a rather innocuous building.

Kristy was already headed back to the gym. Should he try to get her to help? Or perhaps some other authority? Last time his escape from this group had been a bit of a hairy affair and there was no guarantee he could get in and out of, what Dawkin was convinced was a secret hideout, unscathed. Screw it, no guts no glory. Dawkin approached the building, somewhat more furtively than cigarette guy, and stepped in. He would try to keep things on the down low. If Dawkin got discovered... Well he did have that Pichu, perhaps he could spin that as his ticket in. Or just run like hell.

Actions: Follow Cigarette guy and enter the very secret base, getting close enough to hear the voices better while trying to be stealthy.







Dawkin Trustram



Dawkin was pleased with the results of his training. Everyone had made a good deal of progress. Well except for Feebas that is. That should be his next objective. The professor had said that he should doll Feebas up at Justroad city's Salon, which was a fair bit away. According to his Pokedex... Route 16... Route 19... Route 21... That should be good. Perhaps on the Ferry Pichu could blow some fish out of the water to catch up with everyone else. His plan in mind, Dawkin returned to Raremine town with the intent of going to the Pokemon Center to top off, and then to head out to Route 8. Although, as he passed by the Gym he paused.

With this place being a bit out of the way, he might not come back here for a way. In which case he might not get to challenge Kristy's gym for a while, and she had wanted him to try. It would give him a good idea of what a minor league gym was like as well. As much as he detested the possibility of losing, he felt this would be a valuable enough experience to justify it. So Dawkin headed to the Raremine Gym but saw it was closed. Ah, that's right, something had happened at one of the warehouses and she was looking for the stolen/missing Pokemon. Instead Dawkin would try to find someone in town to point out which direction she had gone so he could go after her.

Actions: Visit the Pokemon Center and then ask folks where Karen went, following after her if successful.







Dawkin Trustram



Dolled... up? Dunstan was right. That was the weirdest advice he'd ever heard. However, Dawkin was not a Pokemon Professor and Dunstan was, so he was inclined to believe there might be a method here. "I'll keep that in mind sir, thank you for the advice. If there's nothing else I'll be going then." And true to his word, Dawkin would be going. Route 7 wasn't very favorable for most of his Pokemon save Wooper and Cacena. However in an even match Dawkin's Pokemon would likely come out ahead anyway. Furthermore he wanted them all to get some training and to get used to battling some more. Thus, he would head out into Route 7 to find some training victims, dummies, wild Pokemon. He would cycle through to make sure each of his Pokemon got to fight someone once, excluding Feebas as the water Pokemon wouldn't have much ground to stand on so to speak. In addition Dawkin would have his Pokemon not fighting still out of their Pokeballs and watching. Or at least, that was the plan anyway.







Dawkin Trustram



Although Dawkin kept track of the conversation it wasn't the most interesting thing. Sensing Claire's questions coming to a close Dawkin figured he'd venture his own question now. "Professor while I'm here I did have a question myself. Would you happen to have any ideas on the best way to train freshly caught Feebas? It seems rather weak at the moment and I was wondering if you had any specific advice." He was determined to make this Feebas the most impressive Feebas possible and asking for help never... well rarely at least hurt. That and he wanted to train his entire team until they were a bit more satisfactory. Between Team Amethyst, helping Amelia, and this Zygarde business, it felt like he'd spent hardly any time with his team at all.







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