border patrol || windclan

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[atrb=background,http://img52.imageshack.us/img52/3838/lichenmid.png] Lichenfrost emerged from the entrance of camp, a fat rabbit dangling from her jaws. The sun had already climbed to its peak and was beginning to sink. A patrol had already been organized by Fleetfoot and Lichenfrost would be the leader of it. She crossed over to the fresh kill pile and dropped her prey. Her ears flicked when she looked around what was once Windclan camp. The familiar scents she had grown up with were beginning to fade. It was hard to distinguish a Riverclan cat by a Windclan cat now, considering their scents mingled together to create a new one. She wondered if it would even be possible to separate them and if they would want to be separated. There hadn’t been any major problems between the two clans which surprised her. Even the apprentices weren’t mouthing off to each other. It really didn’t matter to the black she-cat, she didn’t care if they became two clans instead of four. With more felines came more land and she could live with the extra mouths. It was the best in both worlds but she assumed Shadowclan and Thunderclan weren’t having the same luck. A smile graced her muzzle. I wonder which Starclan cat was responsible for that, she mused. Ever since she could remember those two clans have hated one another more than anyone else, and then to be pushed together? It was icing on the cake. But she pushed the entertaining thought away as she padded into the clearing. She had a patrol to gather and lead, she could dwell about the other two clans later. Her eyes swept over camp as she attempted to point the cats that were chosen to accompany her. Ah, she thought when she spotted the familiar tom. Lichenfrost wasn’t the most social creature but she figured her companion—Rompwhisker—would make up for it that is if he didn’t annoy her to death. She bounded over to him, flicking her tail in greeting. Many of the warriors were sharing tongues at this time so she felt a little bad for pulling him away from his conversation but they had work to do. “Fleetfoot assigned us on patrol together,” she reminded him. The Windclan deputy had told them both yesterday so it wasn’t as if she sprung it on the tom. They were to patrol the area by the Fourtrees. She glanced over at the apprentices that were lounging outside their den. Lichenfrost spotted Firepaw and Stonepaw from Windclan followed by Stormpaw of Riverclan. “Do you suppose we should take those three with us?” [ words - 432 ] [ tagged - shells, singsong, winnie, stoney ] [ notes - none ]

[Shells]

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[atrb=background,http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/462/rompmid.png] Rompwhisker’s tail twitched back and forth on the ground as he spoke to a fellow WindClan warrior. His nose twitched in amusement and his paws kneaded the ground restlessly. He was waiting for his friend’s reply to what he had just said, and he watched eagerly as the other tom scarfed down the remains of his rabbit. Rompwhisker was not one for patience, and it felt like he had been waiting a moon for the other tom’s response. His golden eyes traced the other cat’s mouth as he chewed, noting the pause as he swallowed his last bite. He was finally done! Inching closer to the other tom, he angled his ears forward so that he could hear his response clearly, and decide how best to respond himself. Sitting up slowly, the other warrior licked his maw and nodded at Rompwhisker. That was it? He had waited three moons for a simple nod? Leaping to his paws and lashing his tail back and forth in frustration, Rompwhisker opened his mouth to ask another question. “Obviously your favorite food is a rabbit; I don’t even know why I asked! So how’s your training going? It must be great having an apprentice! I hope I get one someday. But I’m one of the younger warriors, so I know I have to wait! Maybe once the oldest batch of kits are made apprentices, we’ll have enough to go around!” Pausing to see if his friend had any input, Rompwhisker then continued, sitting down closely in front of the other tom. “You know what would be interesting? If RiverClan ran out of warriors for their apprentices and asked a WindClan warrior to mentor one of them! Do you think that would ever happen?”

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As he finished talking for the moment (he was never completely finished talking), Rompwhisker moved on to sharing tongues with his friend. Grooming was never one of his favorite things to do because it filled his mouth with hair and preoccupied him so that he was unable to talk. Whenever he thought of “sharing tongues,” the young tabby tom imagined conversing with his fellow Clanmates. After all, they were “sharing” their tongues, and talking required the use of your tongue. Grooming each other just seemed extremely dull to him. The other warriors seemed to quite enjoy it, however, and Rompwhisker was not about to take that away from them. Moving forward slightly, the brown-and-white tom closed his eyes in leisure as the other warrior groomed the back of his head. This wasn’t so bad.

Lying down slowly as his friend continued to groom him, Rompwhisker perked his ears immediately at the sound of an approaching cat. Opening his bright eyes, he could see Lichenfrost, a lithe, black she-cat that was an older warrior than himself. “Fleetfoot assigned us on patrol together.”[/i] As she spoke, he rose immediately to his paws, lashing his tail in anticipation. He remembered Fleetfoot telling him earlier that he was to go on a hunting patrol with Lichenfrost, but he had been so distracted talking to his friend, that he had lost track of time.

“Do you suppose we should take those three with us?” As she said this, Lichenfrost’s eyes glanced over at the three apprentices lounging outside of the apprentice den. Rompwhisker’s eyes followed where she was looking, and he noticed Stonepaw, Firepaw, and Stormpaw sitting outside of the apprentice’s den sharing tongues. Taking a few apprentices seemed like a great idea, especially since it would give him a chance to mentor them a little, as if he had his own apprentice. Taking three, however, seemed like a bit much, and he was hoping that Lichenfrost could handle all of them. Since he was so inexperienced as a warrior, Rompwhisker wasn’t sure of his abilities of taking care of a bunch of apprentices. He didn’t want Lichenfrost to notice his uncertainties, so he nodded his head vigorously and replied, “Sounds good to me, Lichenfrost! I’m ready whenever you are!”
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[atrb=background,http://img52.imageshack.us/img52/3838/lichenmid.png] “Sounds good to me, Lichenfrost! I’m ready whenever you are!” Now the black she-cat remembered why she never liked patrolling with Rompwhisker, or having anything to do with the handsome tom. His persistent rambling always got on her nerves and she would have gladly taken a Riverclanner on this patrol rather than the tom in front of her. The tom just didn’t suit her selective tastes and it really wasn’t his fault. She had qualms with quite a few felines all for various reasons. Her ears flattened against her skull when he talked, his voice was grating on her nerves to the point where she was sure she would clomp him over the head. But then there was silence—perfect wondrous silence. In her own world that was music to her ears. Lichenfrost smiled at Rompwhisker and nodded. “Good, let’s gather those three apprentices before we leave. We’ll be patrolling the fourtree’s border in case you have forgotten. And remember that Stormpaw isn’t of Windclan,” so don’t say anything foolish she added to herself. There was nothing that could displease her more than losing dignity. She wanted Windclan and all its warriors to hold themselves with pride as they should. Just because they had shown mercy to Riverclan didn’t mean they were softies. They had shown compassion and should hold their heads high. Plus, Pantherstar would now owe Windclan something. An eye for an eye, she mused with a smirk before she padded over to where the three apprentices were lounging. “Firepaw, Stormpaw, and Stonepaw,” she greeted, stopping in front of the triad. “You’ve been assigned on a patrol led by myself along with Rompwhisker,” she flicked her tail to indicate the bouncing tom. She winced as the tom opened his mouth to add in his two cents. Firepaw and Stonepaw would be aware of their clan mate’s banter and she wondered if they were fond of it. Lichenfrost personally couldn’t stand it and would rather clout him over the head every time he opened his mouth. Her gaze rested on Stormpaw, a small hint of curiosity flickered in her grey eyes. The tom was from Riverclan but other than that she didn’t know much about him or his views on the situation. Not that she had taken the time to ask every apprentice their views; in fact she hardly spoke to any apprentice unless she was assigned to him or her. She frowned as her fellow warrior continued to babble, her ears pressing against her skull. It was clear to the apprentices before them that this patrol would prove to be an interesting one. [ words - 435 ] [ tagged - shells, singsong, winnie, stoney ] [ notes - none ]

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[~Songsoul]

Stonepaw~

Today had started out interesting, to say the least. Stonepaw had woken up feeling social and actually wanting the company of other cats. So, he had climbed out of the apprentices' den, last as usual, and without a word he had joined the company of Firepaw and Stormpaw, sitting in the Windclan clearing doing whatever Firepaw and Stormpaw did together. Sharing tongues, and recent events that didn't really matter.
However, he wasn't feeling so social that he would be like any other ordinary cat and join in their little conversation. He just sat over to the side, about ten mouse-lengths away, keeping one ear cocked to the other apprentices.
That wasn't all that Stonepaw was keeping tabs on, however. His other half was focused on his mentor, Lichenfrost, and Rompwhisker sharing tongues too a little ways away. Normally he wouldn't have paid attention or even noticed this, but he had a strange feeling that today Lichenfrost would take him out and do a little training. It was about time. She hadn't for a while, and Stone was starting to get a little antsy despite his usual lazy attitude. Just helping the Elders and roaming around camp wasn't enough to keep his soul satisfied, though Stone knew that others believed it sometimes. Like any other bouncy apprentice, he needed action, and activity.
The flame of anger burning inside him flickered a little at the thought of how recently his training and things had been neglected. Stone was fully sure why, too. He knew what Bearstar and Fleetfoot thought of him, and that was the whole reason he had been abandoned lately. They thought he wasn't ready to be a Warrior- he wasn't worthy, and they were waiting for him to "Prove His Worth".
What was even more aggravating than that, though, was that they had made this clear to him in the belief that it would be motivating, inspire him to work harder at something that he had already tuckered himself out on. Had they not seen him in his first few moons as an apprentice? He had worked hard, even though his nature told him otherwise! Every ounce of his heart had been put into mastering battle moves, and chasing all kinds of prey. He had matured just like any standard cat.
Lichenfrost should be standing up for him, after all she was the one who trained him so brilliantly. Lichenfrost Knows that I could lick every apprentice in Windclan and Riverclan at both hunting and fighting. She's taught me so well! But she hasn't said a word about it though Bearstar and Fleetfoot have made it clear that they think I'm not ready to be a Warrior, He thought bitterly. He loved his mentor, but sometimes he just couldn't believe the way she acted. Everyone, actually, was crazy in Stonepaw's book. His clan was so blind sometimes! No one could see that his family curse had struck again, and that because of it his soul was in agony. A non-present father. And his mom, all because of him, wasn't even strong enough to move her head. All she could do was lay there on the floor of the nursery. The cats that knew about the curse, they wanted no part of him. Like it would rub off! It had been on Redwind long ago, and had stayed to her kin. Why did they ostracize him then? It was horrible.

A movement out of the corner of his eye startled him. Lichenfrost and Rompwhisker had gotten up and were coming over. Instantly all of Stonepaw's attention was on the two elder Warriors.
“Firepaw, Stormpaw, and Stonepaw, You’ve been assigned on a patrol led by myself along with Rompwhisker.” Lichenfrost's voice sounded a bit strained. Stonepaw noticed her wince as Romp finished out his line that stated that Stormpaw was Riverclan. Oh, the elder warrior could be interesting sometimes.
"Alright." Stonepaw spoke, and stood. "I'm all up for it." His voice was bitter, yet had a twinge of eagerness. Finally! He would see the outside of camp. It seemed like forever since he had.

Stonepaw's Narrator: He got to his feet and nodded at the two older Warriors.
Stonepaw's Speech: "Alright. Let's Go."
Others' Speech: "Well, we'll see."
Stonepaw's Thought: Let's go.

Word Count: 684
Tags: Windclan :: Patrol :: Shells :: Winnie :: Stoney :: Cobweb
Muse: Almost Nil/10 ... But I'll get through ...
OOC Notes: I'm Here :3 This post is horrible, but I'll get better.

[Stoney]

Eyes flicked open at the oncoming sun, it was far too early to awaken. Red face peered out of her heavy lids, Windclan cats slept in the open. Firepaw found it amusing how the Riverclan cat had balked at the idea of sleeping so unprotected. Well Windclan didn't have much to build with, whatever den's they had were scrapes of broken twigs and old heather. But it was home. And that was where she intended to stay. Someone called her name, the she-cat merely rolled over. She was not going on patrol, no matter who said she had too. Besides couldn't they take some of the other apprentices, there was a whole other clan here. She knew who was talking and they were not her mentor. Obviously she could just deny their request, they were not in charge of her. Two other cats were also near her, some other apprentices. She hadn't even noticed them in her lazy nap. The eldest Stonepaw immediately went to the warrior's beck, as if she were that easy.

Rolling over, ignoring Rompwhisker and Lichenfrost she began to groom herself. It wasn't going to be easy getting her out of the camp. It was hot, she was already irritated at having been woken up early this morning by some whining cat and someone had eaten all of the mouse. Finally finished grooming the tip of her tail, she turned to look over at the patrol party.

"No thanks, think I'll pass." They'd have to drag her from camp. And she pretty sure they couldn't pull the "your mentor said you had too" because Bluethorn had left camp extremely early for some reason and hadn't been around all day. It was a home run, she was free. Besides had ever seen her do something besides lay around? Cute that these two warriors thought she'd get up. Amber eyes glanced at Stormpaw, a Riverclan apprentice. Maybe if he went along she might go. Ever since they'd arrived cats had been keeping to each other, she wanted to push past the edge. She wanted to immerse herself in Riverclan, mostly to cause trouble but also she was curious. What kind of life did they live near the river?

"I'll go if he goes." Nodding casually to the Riverclan apprentice. Tongue flicked over her fur, concentrating on her flank where mud was easily trapped. Firepaw would go when she wanted to, and not for anything else.

OOC:// Sorry took so long, I have no time for anything

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OOC: before we can continue we need storm's response