- ;; hey y'all im super sorry I haven't been active, recap/reposts for my cats? (if you don't want to spam the feed I think my pms are open)
Darkpaw flicked his tail back and forth. "I already know how to hunt," he meowed, impatience evident in his voice. "Can we go already?" Just as he'd finished speaking, Littleflower, Frostbriar, and Cloverpaw came over. He twitched an ear at Cloverpaw's greeting. "Hey," he greeted her, slightly taken aback before following the patrol out.
S w i f t b a d g e r was silent as he padded along towards stream. As they arrived to stand on the shore near the stepping stones, he scented the air. The OakClan scent was becoming stale - they hadn't patrolled along the stream today. And hopefully we won't see them at all, the warrior thought, snorting dissmissively to himself. OakClan had never been a threat to EagleClan in his lifetime; though when prey was short, the Clans had a tendency to fight over the stream and the shores, despite it splitting the territories conveniently. For the last several seasons, the Clans had been especially peaceful, and the stream had remained the consistent boundary.
Swiftbadger turned to face the patrol, his tail twitching a bit. "We'll split into groups of two," he told the patrol. "We'll meet back here when we've collected all of our prey so we can help one another carry it back to camp. The apprentices cat go together. Goldenrose and Frostbriar, you can be a set, two." The tom nodded to Littleflower. "That leaves you to me."
Darkpaw nodded in response to Swiftbadger's decision to have him and Cloverpaw go on their own. He wasn't exactly close with the other apprentice, but at least Swiftbadger trusted them enough to hunt alone, as he should. He hated how condescending warriors were, going from treating apprentices like kits and hovering over them to outright paying no attention to them whatsoever. He was almost fully grown anyway. "Come on," he huffed to Cloverpaw, heading in the opposite direction of the others.
Riverstripe suppressed a sigh as he watched Weaselstripe and Dappleleaf go in opposite ways, while Fallenstone seemed to be stuck in the middle, looking slightly distracted. "Are you okay?" he asked her.
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