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Post by Fallentear || on Aug 8, 2008 21:48:28 GMT -5
A lithe tabby female padded out of the warrior's den, flicking her ears forward as her eyes scanned the clearing. No sign of Singedtail, or the others that she had invited to go on patrol. She walked to the center of camp where she sat down in plain sight of all. A soft sigh, barely audible, escaped her jaws. This would be her first outing with her apprentice, and so techincally would be their first training outing.
The sky was a dark blue, shaded lighter to the west, and streaked with crimson along the horizon. The edge of the sun wasn't even touching the black line where it set, but Fallentear knew that it would be soon. A still twilight hung in the air, and fog curled across the ground, thinner than normal. The trees around were outlined in silhouettes of black. A sunset just like every other in Fogclan: beautiful, but for some reason not paid much heed.
Sunset patrol was her favorite patrol. The birds in the forest finally were quiet, and a hair-raising silence began to fall upon the forest. It brough about a sense of power and adventure, walking through a darkening marsh with one's clanmates. And not to mention the views of the sky at the top of the small rise in Willow Grove. Her bright optics looked around once more, searching out the pelts of the three others that were supposed to come along. If not all had arrived by the time the sun was on the horizon, she would leave without them. Borders simply could not be left unwatched during such a tense time in the clans. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by ripped. on Aug 11, 2008 0:18:01 GMT -5
A slim shadow moved from inside the elder's den, and a femme came trotting out and approached Fallentear. "I'm sorry if I'm late at all; one of the elder's needed some poppy seeds, so Hazelstorm asked me to help for a moment." Ravendance apologized; she was meant to go on a patrol with the deputy.
ooc - I'm sorry it's so short, my muse seemed to have run off and abandoned me recently :/ [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Aug 12, 2008 13:19:22 GMT -5
Puddlepaw padded out of the apprentice den, his short tabby fur ruffled slightly since he had just been napping. In fact, he had almost missed the chance to go on patrol, but his sister, Brookpaw, had roused him, telling him that Fallentear was waiting. His blue eyes grew brighter when he spotted his mentor sitting in the middle of the clearing, Ravendance with her. "Hello." He meowed, dipping his head in respect to both cats. "Sorry I was almost late... I fell asleep." [/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Aug 19, 2008 18:16:48 GMT -5
Fallentear cracked a slight smile as Puddlepaw padded up to them. "Well you were on time, and that's what counts." Her eyes looked a bit troubled as she searched out Singedtail, her eyes scanning back and forth and back again. He hadn't been around lately, and she wondered where he could've gotten to..perhaps he'd gotten injured somehow? A pang of fear stabbed her stomach, but she shook it off. "Well I guess Singedtail isn't showing up..shall we?" She turned towards the camp entrance with a flick of her tail, bounding through it with sure, elongated strides. The tabby-topped female hared across the marsh, careful to jump from one patch of reeds to the next to keep from getting wet and splashing mud everywhere. She hoped her apprentice was observing this and keeping up. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by ripped. on Aug 20, 2008 17:29:52 GMT -5
Ravendance followed behind Fallentear, also being careful not to step in the brown mixture of dirt and water. Cleaning mud off of her pelt was not a way she wanted to spend the remainer of the day, so she avoided it with ease. Yellow audits glanced at Puddlepaw, though, making sure he was keeping up. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Aug 21, 2008 10:42:03 GMT -5
Puddlepaw followed the other cats out of the camp, trying his best to keep up. His blue eyes gleamed with excitement at his first chance to explore the territory. He watched the other cats closely, seeing how they avoided the water and mud by jumping on patches of reeds. His short legs made some of the jumps difficult, but he was able to keep up. [/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Aug 22, 2008 3:06:46 GMT -5
They were covering ground fast, for the way they were traveling was not only quick, but helped them clear the muck that would normally make their journey more difficult. Fallentear gradually slowed to a halt as they reached firmer ground near the border. They were standing at the top of a soft sandstone dune, looking out over a large body of water. The scents of a forest and a moor drifted on the fresh, cool breeze that blew from across the lake. Turning to her apprentice, she meowed, "Smell that? That's Meadowclan territory. Their border stretches all the way in that direction.." She paused to flick her tail to the south, "Past a small patch of marsh, and to the very end of the forest past that. It's easy to remember the location of their border with us because their land begins at this lake, and at the treeline of the forest." She turned her eyes away from the slowly rippling surface far below them and let them fall on Puddlepaw, hoping she was doing alright. He was her first apprentice, and she wanted to teach him everything she knew about their home. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Aug 23, 2008 9:45:02 GMT -5
Puddlepaw listened to what his mentor was saying, all the while gazing out at the border line. His eyes narrowed slightly as he opened his mouth to scent the air. He scrunched up his nose, slightly disgusted at the scent of the other clan. Then he looked up at his mentor, his blue eyes filled with curiosity. "Are we going to see any other clan's borders today?" [/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Aug 25, 2008 14:19:08 GMT -5
Fallentear dipped her head briefly in response. "Yes Puddlepaw." She meowed, "This being your first bordel patrol, we're going all the way around, ending at the southernmost border. When we reach the forest by Iceclan, we will stop to hunt for the clan. The sunset patrol is usually what supplies the clan with breakfast, and we need to be sure that the warriors that take off for the sunrise patrol are well fed." She paused to spray a quick scent marker, and flicked her tail, beconing the others to follow her again.
Turning right, Fallentear ran down the side of the sandy hill, enjoying the speed at which she was traveling- and with such great ease! She lifted her head to the arid wind that blasted over her face. The ground grew shifty and hot beneath her paws, and soon she halted again, beconing across the border with a twitch of her ears. The earth look nearly barren. Sand dunes rose up everywhere, and small scrub plants dotted the ground occasionally. Other than that, the land look pretty empty. "Now can you tell which clan this is by the smell?" She tested her apprentice. The dry scent of everything would hopefully be enough for him to distinguish which clan it was. [/color][/blockquote]
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