[ti]Open[/ti]Daily Patrols

[Mama]

Goldeneyes was leading a patrol today, one to go out and find the clan some leafbare prey. The group trotted along and out of camp, his eyes flickering around before a thump made him jump. Thankfully, it was just a snow heavy tree that had fallen, and he tried to shake the jumpiness off as they padded on.


More up ahead was Redbird, a heavy scarred tom who, despite his thin pelt, never complained about the weather. It was a bit odd, but Goldeneyes didn't mind. Yes, it was dangerous, but that feline was always a bit odd. Especially the recent family drama situation, which he kept far away from. It was, to say the least, a mess. But in that way, he did feel bad for him, and his brother.

There was a rustle and a squawk of a bird, then Redbird came out of a bush with a thin snowbird. He held it high and had a grin on his face, before burying it along the snow quietly and limping ahead once more.


"How does he see the prey, with just one eye? That's stupid." Cowpaw muttered, yelping as she nearly ran into a hidden bush.

[catfishy]

Dapplebush padded after the patrol, her eyes distant as her mind drifted off, thinking of giant, tasty birds and all the prey she could ever eat. She was quite hungry, having missed her breakfast because she wanted to go on a patrol with her fellow Clan-mates. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a pained screech of a bird and the rustle of bushes, she shook her head as Redbird proudly walked out with a Snowbird, she smiled, quite impressed that the cat could catch a bird with a single eye. "How does he see with one eye?Thats stupid." Dapplebush turned around apon hearing what Cowpaw had said, she flicked her ears and slowed down, walking alongside the apprentice "I thinks its amazing!" she replied, her eyes landing on Redbird once more "I have my own two eyes and i still haven't caught a bird myself"

[Broadwaykat]

What everyone needed was a good meal; especially so when the Leaf-bare months had the grumpier cats on edge and everyone worried about where their next piece of prey was going to come from. In the coldest months, it was all paws on deck, and Dustytuft had jumped at the chance to lend herself to the cause. It probably helped that her own belly was driving her forward somewhat; Hunger was a great motivator.

So was training.

While she padded along with the others, she allowed Goldeneyes and Redbird to take the lead, falling back with the younger cats, including Cowpaw. She heard the young cat's talk, and repressed the urge to cuff the young cat, instead, hissing a warning under her breath. "Hush, Cowpaw - that isn't very sporting. Besides...Redbird can clearly do things with one eye that you can't do yet with two." She chided, as her apprentice seemed immediately to tumble into some underbrush. "Need help?"