BLACKFUR
she-cat||29 moons||apprentice: leopardpaw||tags: ravenstar
Blackfur's head bobbed rhythmically as she groomed her dark pelt, removing the last scraps of moss from her fur. She'd been one of the first to rise, as she usually was, and saw her father exit his den and seat himself atop the highrock, overseeing his Clan from his vantage point as he seemed to enjoy doing. As he called together a meeting, and listed off the day's patrols, Blackfur's whiskers twitched as she noticed she wasn't scheduled yet. Maybe she'd take Leopardpaw hunting. In the meantime, she got to her paws and padded over to Ravenstar as he leaped down from the highrock; he'd been slightly under the weather lately, unbeknownst to most of the Clan, but Blackfur knew him well enough to sense something was up. "How are you feeling today?" she meowed, in a voice low enough not to carry.
ICESTORM
tom||30 moons||apprentice: none||tags: hunting patrol
Icestorm's ears pricked as Ravenstar called together a Clan meeting, giving a short list of who was on what patrol, and when he heard his name called for a hunting patrol he padded over to Briarheart to wait for the others to join them, mewing a greeting to her. He saw Tawnypaw padding sluggishly over, not unusual for her this early in the morning. "Buck up, young Tawnypaw. The squirrels will be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and so should you." The apprentice gave him an insolent look for a heartbeat but dipped her head and gave herself a shake. Icestorm sat, curling his white tail over his paws.
TAWNYPAW
she-cat||9 moons||mentor: weaselpelt||tags: hunting patrol
Tawnypaw's eyes itched with the want for more sleep, but even she knew better than to sleep through the Clan leader's summons. She'd been put on a hunting patrol with her mentor Weaselpelt, Briarheart, Icestorm, and Aspenwing, and as she was thinking to herself that she'd rather be out doing something useful like battle training with her mentor, her stomach growled, and she admitted privately to herself that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to hunt after all.
RUSSETPAW
tom||9 moons||mentor: falconclaw||tags: border patrol
Busy wolfing down a scrawny starling left on the pile, Russetpaw barely heard his name being called for a border patrol. He didn't move or acknowledge the fact that he'd been called until he was done eating, and by that time most of the cats had already started to gather together to set out on patrol. He padded over to his mentor, Falconclaw, tail raised confidently. "Are we patrolling the whole border?" he asked, flicking his tail-tip.