patrol time! (OPEN)

[Specklebird]

berrysong shifted in her sleep, she felt something poke into her pelt. she blinked her eyes open, and looked around. she rolled to her feet and turned to see what had poked her pelt, it was a small chip of wood that was hidden in her bedding. she lifted herself to her paws and tip toed her way around the other warriors heading out of the den, careful not to step on a tail or paw. 

the light ginger spotted she cat padded into the cool morning air, she gazed around the clearing and saw a small group of cats around the fresh kill pile. she padded towards them and picked out a small vole, she gulped it down quickly and looked back up at the cats, she asked "any one up for a patrol?"

tags: Flight of the Thunderbird Whiteleaf ℓυиαя 

[ℓυиαя]

The morning was cooler than it had been recently and an assortment of leaves started to litter the floor, chasing the paws of his clanmates. The camp was getting busier as he watched it from clear blue eyes. At dawn break, he had been up, almost solitary in his consciousness however as he walked to the fresh kill pile and bent to pick his breakfast, a spotted she cat closed in on him and the few others around the pile. He recognised her as Berrysong, a warrior he had never had a conversation with but had seen around often enough.

"Any one up for a patrol?" the younger she cat asked, causing the senior warrior to lift his head and met her gaze with his icy depths. Thornfrost had already patrolled around himself this morning in a small radius from camp however things changed fast during moons like this and the tom never complained about joining patrols. Standing to his full height, his white spotted tail swished against the air. "I'll join you."

He could eat later, plus it saved Vineheart the duty of having to organise such a patrol this morning. He knew that secretly, she was still working through her new acting position. He had faith in her but sometimes that was easier on the outside looking in. He made a mental note to check in with her again later.

[Specklebird]

berrysong nodded gratefully to the senior warrior, both acknowledging his offer and accepting his authority. she quickly finished up the last bits of her vole and stood. her light colored fur looked frosty in the foggy morning light, she shivered, the days were getting colder and soon the snow would settle over the forest. she looked around at the other cats waiting for perhaps more cats willing to patrol on this chilly morning..

[Flight of the Thunderbird]

A dusty blue-grey cat leaped down gracefully from a tree. It was becoming colder and colder each day, and the short furred cat had no choice but to seek warmth in the trees. He plucked a.mouse fro the fresh kill pile and ate in silence for a.few minutes. Then, he heard a younger warrior, Berrysong to be exact, call out, "Any one up for a patrol?" He gave his pelt a few fast licks, smoothing it down, and Riverleap bounded quietly over. "I'll come," he said quietly. "So where do you want to go?" he asked.

[Kado]

(Tag: Inkheart )

Fleethorn padded from the warrior den. His leg was starting to ack with the changing of the weather. He made it over towards the fresh-kill pile, looking to get a small bite to eat before grabbing his apprentice for training. His green eye glanced up at the crowd around the pile and narrowed. He was hoping there would be less cats around, but he might as well socialize. He halted by the group, selecting a small mouse. As soon as the morsel was snug in his jaw, a young warrior had piped up, asking for patrol help.

Fleetthorn layed the prey at his feet. "Maplepaw and I will join the patrol.he stated. The apprentice could use the experience of a patrol. He gulped up the mouse before making his way to the apprentice den. Sticking his head in, he called, "Maplepaw, patrol time. He flicked his tail, exiting back into the entrance.

[Inkheart]

Uncurling from her sleeping position, the apprentice let out a wide yawn and carefully tiptoed past her denmates. Stepping into the cold air, Maplepaw shivered but quickly made her way to the gathered cats. Her tail flicked in excitement and she stopped beside her Fleetthorn. "I'm ready." She purred, excited to go on her first patrol.

[Whiteleaf]

A silver and white tabby she-cat was peacefully sleeping in her warm nest in the warriors' den, dreaming of the thrill of the hunt. but before the dream could come to a satisfying end, Lakestorm heard different cats start to stir around him. With a sigh, the young warrior peeked open her green eyes. Standing up with a yawn, she knew that it probably was futile to try and go back to sleep. Lakestoem stretched out her lanky limbs before hopping out of the nest made of moss and feathers.

Glancing around, the she-cat quickly spotted a couple of her fellow warriors exit the den. Making sure he wouldn't wake anyone else, she padded over to the entrance and peered outside for a moment. Slipping into the clearing, Lakestorm saw a few cats already by the fresh-kill pile. As she walked over to join them, she heard Berrysong mention something about going on a patrol, and Lakestorm immediately perked up. "I'll come along too," she mewed after Fleetthorn grabbed his apprentice. The tabby was itching to get out of camp.

(For some reason, I never saw this ;p. Specklebird ℓυиαя Flight of the Thunderbird)