Out and About XXHunting Patrol

[Wolfy]

EPILOGUEFROST

One day my light laid wait. One night a nightfall sang.
A fictional last few days, an epilogue ends and hangs.

Epiloguefrost lifted his paws and carried himself away from his conversation with Jetfang. It had left him in a great mood and he was ready to gather his warriors together for a hunting patrol. He scanned around the camp and recognized Bluebell, the beautiful silver tabby she-cat. She was nice enough, but he had also seen her on her worse days. She could be very ill tempered, however, she was one of the cats on his patrol. He reminded himself that he would have to go over there and recruit her into the patrol. Scanning the camp, he searched for two apprentices that he needed for his hunting patrol. And there they were. Gloompaw was over by the apprentices’ den, relaxed on the floor of the camp. His black pelt stood out to him. Gloompaw was a little harder to get along with he noticed. He was aggressive and his family was broken and held together with loose ties. It must have been hard to get used to, but Gloompaw trained like any other apprentice and worked hard to be whom he was. Epiloguefrost took a notice to that and checked him off of his hunting patrol list. The last cat in the patrol was Spellpaw, the ebony she-cat. Sitting beside her brother, Spellpaw was stiff and tense. Her grey eyes were closed as if she was asleep on her paws. Epiloguefrost thought back to when he introduced to the warrior title and Spellpaw was a kit, she intimidated him, but now he wasn’t so much anymore. He then flicked his tail as he remembered to watch how Gloompaw and Spellpaw did on the patrol. Gloompaw was Jetfang’s apprentice and Spellpaw was Lilythorn’s. Go figure.

Epiloguefrost shook his white coat and walked over towards Bluebell who was washing her beautiful tabby coat. He couldn’t help but look at her with an admiring gaze. He shook the look away though when she turned to face him. “Up for a hunting patrol?” he asked her casually. She couldn’t say “no” could she? Lilythorn assigned him this patrol herself so Bluebell was a part of this hunting session. He ignored the thought as he awaited Bluebell’s response. He looked back to the two apprentices. They hadn’t moved, but surely they would be represented to come along. Spellpaw’s usually so on top of things and Gloompaw would shortly follow. He was mostly ready to accommodate a patrol. At least, that’s what usually happens, Epiloguefrost didn’t know much about the two apprentices. He hardly even knew Bluebell, but he wouldn’t let them interfere with hunting for his clan. It was time to start taking action.

[Swift ✱]

Bluebell

Worry does not take the pain out of tomorrow; 
it merely takes the joy out of today.            

[/pre][/color]

Bluebell sighed contently. She curled her silver tail around her paws, letting her thoughts drift far away. She was sitting in the shade beneath the feathery limbs of a fallen tree. Her eyes closed slightly and she purred to herself. It had been a nice day, a soft, warm breeze blew calmly. She felt relaxed and wanted nothing more than to find a warm rock in the sun and curl up for a nap. The evening sun shone its last light over the territory, casting faint shadows across camp. Rhythmic pawsteps neared and she opened her blue eyes opened with a blink. She heard the voice before she saw him.

“Up for a hunting patrol?”

She peered around to see Epiloguefrost, a brown and white tom. She blinked at him. Am I up for it? Hello? I was put on the patrol, no questioning Lilythorn. she almost said. But she stopped herself, he was just being nice. Anyway, how could she let it slip from her mind. "Of course

[/b]," she replied, smiling. She stood up and shook her silver tabby fur. She nodded at him. Of course, the patrol. Bluebell stepped lightly over to him. She was a cat of little words, but when words came out they weren't always neutral. Either her fury got the better of her, or she would stammer through a conversation. Bluebell hated that. She hated being shy; there was no need, yet her words were quiet and broken, and her fur grew warm. Her parents were always so supportive, but they also disliked her slightly for how she was shy and what a sharp tongue she had when she did speak properly. Bluebell felt like she always had something to prove to the Clan, but each time she did something good, she exploded in fury. She bottled things up inside of herself, and then all the little things add up along with the bigger things... then she'd erupt. Bluebell hated that about herself aswell. [/blockquote]

[Wolfy]

EPILOGUEFROST

One night my light laid wait. One night a nightfall sang.
A fictional last a few days, an epilogue ends and hangs.

Epiloguefrost noticed that Bluebell was a tad quiet, but she answered him with an "of course" and followed him quietly. Her paws lifted up delicately and he wondered what was on her mind. He flicked on ear and then turned away and beckoned her to follow him. Now wasn't the time to attempt talking to her. She could be disasterous at times he had heard. She could swipe her claw so fast to rake you down your side or she could easily lash out at you with her barbed tongue. Either way, Bluebell could be intimidating. Epiloguefrost trotted neatly towards the apprentices' den and among nearing it he cleared his throat.

"Gloompaw, Spellpaw," he announced their names from a few fox tails away. "Let's go for a hunt! he said, sitting down awaiting the two apprentices, his gaze flickering back towards Bluebell under the bright light that was warming the camp. She looked a little tired as if she was about to take a nap. Epiloguefrost blinked. He just noticed himself how much he did notice. Did that make him strange? He flustered the thought out of his mind. Because he was lonely and silent, he noticed many many things. Flicking his ears again and lashing his tail on the ground, he turned his full attention back to the aggressive apprentices and awaited their response.

[lily ♫]

His periwinkle lights took in the workings of the camp spread before him. Tinted green by the pine trees above, there was a slight air of peace in VertigoClan for the time being, but then there really wasn't. Lynxstar was sick, and there was no medicine cat. Gloompaw didn't know how to feel about the intricaties of Clan life much anymore. His mother was gone, his sister seemed like she felt out of place, and he hadn't been up to much training lately. Jetfang seemed a bit out of it, too. Shrugging, he wrapped his silver-swarthed obsidian tail neatly around his paws and turned to speak to his sister. "How are you, Spell?

[/color]" His usual exasperated self that would have liked to make a jokingly snide comment was gone, replaced with a cat with emptiness, and uncertainty. Sighing, he perked up when Epiloguefrost called his name.

"Coming, Epiloguefrost.[/color]" He murmured, standing up and giving himself a slight shake as needles fell from his long pelt. Blinking, Gloompaw stepped forward, joining the two warriors and dipping his head politely to them both. 'Maybe this will be better than lying around camp.' He thought, looking boredly at the older tom and letting his eyes slip quickly across Bluebell's silver tabby body. A sudden emotion came over him, and Gloompaw longed to talk to Lionpaw, but it had been awhile since he had seen the green-eyed female. Wistfully sighing, he readied himself for the patrol and shot an impatient glance back at his sister.[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Wolfy]

EPILOGUEFROST

One night my light laid wait. On night a nightfall sang.
A fictional last a few days, an epilogue ends and hangs.

Epiloguefrost watched Gloompaw trod over to them. He cocked his head when Spellpaw didn't get up so quickly. He noticed how Gloompaw looked...gloomy. Spellpaw was hard to read however. Gloompaw didn't look joyful, but he looked relieved. There was so much going on lately in the clan camp. Epiloguefrost himself was pitiful. He didn't know how to behave because VertigoClan was more depressing lately than ever. He had noticed the way Lynxstar was getting sick, plus her mood was shifting. The clan looked weakened and Epiloguefrost himself felt out of place and more fragile than ever.

He glanced at Bluebell when Spellpaw didn't rush over like her brother. "Should we go get her or leave her to catch up? he asked her for advice. Even though he was leading the patrol, didn't mean he had to make all the decisions. He awaited Bluebell's response, though acknowledged Gloompaw's arrival. "You alright there Gloompaw? he braced himself to ask. He wanted to make the apprentice feel like he belonged. Epiloguefrost let his icy blue gaze soften on his clanmates. What could possibly go wrong with everyone now?

{OOC: Sorry, my muse was practically dead. Short post. :/}