[ti]Private[/ti]Jumping and Chasing

[M'Lady]

Why couldn't he be put with more competent warriors? He didn't ask for much. He'd even take Snowsight over this disaster, and his friend was blind. Firechaser sighed in faint annoyance as he heard the patrols being assigned, and went off to find the ridiculous cat he'd have to go with. Cricketjump. He didn't even see why Owlstar had made him a warrior, that inquisitive little rodent was a thorn in his side, and he hadn't even had extended contact with him. But he'd heard his incessant questions even from across the camp safe and sound in the warriors den. He thought he'd mature once he'd become a warrior, maybe at least show some respect for his clan. Firechaser was unfortunately wrong. Which only exasperated his bad mood, he didn't like being wrong. 


He found his fellow warrior at the edge of the clearing, and the elder tom cleared his throat to catch his attention. Molten gold eyes glared at the warrior, though he was sure that his warning would be brushed off as Cricket brushed so many things off. 


"Cricketjump," He addressed, his voice deep and tone curt. The russet furred tom glared at him for a moment longer before he let out a bitter sigh and lashed his tail in annoyance. "We're required to patrol the Mistclan border," In his opinion they should be looking after the Mothclan border, especially since that warrior Blackheart had fled after a skirmish with one of their cats. But, then again, he wasn't so sure he trusted Cricketjump enough to not be an idiot and aggravate the Mothclan cats even further. "Get your tail up, we're getting this over with quick," And with that, the senior warrior turned to head towards the camp entrance, clearly expecting Cricketjump to trail behind, and hopefully not ask any questions.  

[KingHarry]

Border patrol? Brilliant! Cricketjump hopped to his feet and charged over to Firechaser. "Do you think we'll get in a fight?" He asked, instant excitement running through his veins. Time for a patrol! With Firechaser of all people! He was a great warrior, right? And hey, he probably knew a thing or two about attracting ladies! Maybe he could teach Cricketjump a few tricks while they walked? Yes! That was a great idea! The young tom made a mental note to ask about that later as he bounced around his companion for the patrol.

"I mean, Blackheart got into a fight, didn't he? Or was that at the MothClan border? It probably was, wasn't it? That makes more sense than the MistClan warriors fighting us. Why are MothClan so aggressive, Firechaser?" The questions flew out of Cricketjump's mouth at a thousand miles a minute. Of course, this wasn't anything new. Anyone who had spent time with the tom before knew just how he questions everything around him in his irritating yet somewhat innocent manner.

Somehow, Cricketjump tripped over his paws - stumbling for a second before he immediately went back to literally running circles around Firechaser. Oh boy, this was going to be fun!

[M'Lady]

Oh Starclan, he hated his life. It had been all but a minute, and questions were already spouting from Cricketjump's mouth. Thankfully, he seemed to be asking so fast, he wasn't really waiting for answers. Not that Firechaser was going to give him any, but it was still nice to not have to. The auburn warrior merely walked in silence as they left camp and began the trek towards the Mistclan border, tuning out the nonstop inquiries blabbed in his direction.

Though, he supposed he did have a reason for not snapping at Cricketjump and telling him off, though he did grumble softly under his breath. Hollykit was inquisitive too. Always wondering about the world, and she used to bombard him as soon as he got home from patrol or hunting. The difference was, he used to sit her down and answer them one by one, as Violetkit clambered onto his back to swipe at his ears.

It was a different time then, before flames destroyed his home and his life. He'd been out of camp when it happened, and he regret every moment that he had left that morning.

He tuned back into reality as questions continued to buzz in his ears, and Cricketjump couldn't seem to stop fidgeting around. Firechaser frowned at the warrior, before he shook his head and turned his gaze towards the border.

"We don't want to get into a fight." He spoke simply, and soon regret his actions. Great, he answered one. That would mean Cricketjump would expect him to answer more. He pressed his ears back against his head with a hiss of irritation. Fantastic.

[KingHarry]

"Yeah, well, obviously we don't want to fight, but it would be pretty fun if we did, don't you think?" Cricketjump responded. He hadn't done much fighting - probably because other warriors seemed to think he wouldn't be very good at it. Why exactly they thought that, he didn't know. Maybe they just worried about him because he was young? Yeah... Yeah, that must be it. 

Out of camp now, the young warrior appeared to calm down just a tad. Instead of running around, he instead slowed and began walking next to Firechaser - though he was still visibly excited by their outing. Maybe this patrol would mean he and the other warrior would become friends? That would be nice, wouldn't it? Cricketjump liked having friends a lot. 

"You know what else would be pretty fun? Meeting a loner. I've not met any of them since we came to these territories, but I hear there's a few about." He then began to ramble. "I heard that on MistClan territory there's a farm, and on that farm they have a few non-clan cats. One of them even talks funny, I heard. Not sure who told me that, though. Maybe a MistClanw warrior at the last gathering? I don't remember. Have you ever heard that, Firechaser?"