Why don’t We..... [Open]

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Willowgaze padded around camp, the sun warming her black pelt, making her hot. On days like this, it wasn’t the greatest to have a black pelt, after all darkness does absorb the light. The black and white she-cat stopped for a minute. Sitting down to rest her paws, she curled her fluffy tail along her legs. Since most of the clan was Rogues and Loners, Willowgaze was the most familiar to clan customs. Which left her some glares now and then for things she does. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, sending in cold air as she inhaled.

The camp seemed oddly empty compared to most days, but nonetheless cats have their own lives to live by. She huffed before laying down, soft eyes gazing across the clear. She wondered when she would talk to any cat next. It was long over due. Deciding to fix that she called out,” Anyone busy? We could arrange a small patrol if want?”

[gingersnapsdacat]

A young she-cat was sitting in camp, finishing off a piece of fresh-kill, when she heard a voice. 
'Anyone want to patrol?'
Rustpaw did not exactly have a strong desire to go patrolling, but she still felt that it was better than just sitting here, collecting dust. 
"Sure!" Called out the young cat, moving towards the other. 
Coming up at a jaunty pace, she looked up at the cat, whom she could only assume was a warrior. 
"Hey. I am Rustpaw."
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[silverfang218]

Lionkit would also like to go on this patrol. The ginger kitten bounds towards the warrior and apprentice, unrealistic hopes of patrolling outside of the camp’s boundaries fluttering around in his pea-sized brain. “I want to!” He mews to them, skidding to a stop right beside them while barely able to avoid crashing into Rustpaw. His small tail flicks back and forth as fast as it possibly can; the poor dear has been cooped up in the nursery for entirely too long, and even the mere thought of adventure has him all wound up.

At Rustpaw’s introduction, though it is clearly not directed at the young kit, Lionkit’s yellow gaze tilts up to find her face. “Hiya, I’m Lionkit!” He puffs up to make himself look as large as possible; unfortunately, now he just looks like a puffball. A very happy little puffball.