evening patrol. open

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ooc:
there are two other positions open for this patrol. meaning, only two cats can join in. don't post if two are already joined or i will delete your post. you have been warned.

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the brown tabby tom saw calmly by the entrance of the camp, the tip of his tail twitching against the thorn barrier. green eyes flicked around the clearing as he awaited for some clan mates to come join the evening patrol. the deputy's broad shoulders revealed some of his older scratches from past battles, the one most remembered was that of a gash on across his back. his eyes clouded as he remembered the last battle he had, standing beside his mentor.

− emberheart's red fur gleamed in the sunlight of that morning as the mentor and apprentice crested the hilltop and gazed into the forest. brackenpaw glanced at his mentor, admiring the thick, russet fur that blazed like fire. as he opened his mouth to ask what they were going to do that day, a vile stench filled his mouth and nose. "shadowclan!" he gasped, holly-green eyes widening with alarm as he saw dark shadows moving slowly through the trees just below. "on our territory!" he growled, feeling a thrill of fury in spite of his sudden fear. would this be his first real battle? emberheart turned his ice blue stare onto the invaders, and the ginger tom's fur prickled. "run back to camp and tell snowstar we have been invaded!" he hissed in brackenpaw's ear. immediately the tabby tom turned and pelted into the bushes, paws dodging over rock ground and around any possible hole. he swerved through the trees, brown fur nothing more than a blur. he could feel his lungs pumping and strength pulsing through his body. i will serve my clan! he vowed. rocks scattered beneath his paws as he plunged down the ravine, bursting through the gorse tunnel.

− "shadowclan have invaded!" he yowled as soon as he took in a deep breathe. immediately, every cat began rushing around him as the deputy and leader gave out orders for the battle patrols. his heart quickened with excitement as snowstar told him he was going on the defense patrol. they darted back through the trees, excitement and worry pulsing through the clan as they headed towards the shadowclan border. as they neared, a suddenly screech sounded from above. the shadowclan invaders had spotted them! brackenpaw had no time to stop and prepare himself before a heavy weight landed on his back and his legs buckled beneath him. as he tasted dirt on his tongue, and he felt claws digging into his spine. fight! his mind screamed. instantly he ducked his head, twisting it around to sink his teeth deep into the foreleg of his enemy. as the cat screeched, he managed to wriggle out from beneath him, then spun to nip the tom's leg. the cat spat, ears flat and hackles raised. brackenpaw's tail bushed out and he lunged forward, slashing the cat's chest before darting around to rake it's muzzle.

− screeching, the shadowclan warrior spun and clawed his back, making deep scratches that sent blood dripping onto the ground. howling, brackenpaw bit the warrior's tail with all his strength, and clawing at his face, kicked him away into the thorns. a wretched howl rented the air, and he froze. that sounds like emberheart! immediately he spun, green eyes searching and ears pricked to find his mentor. he hardly noticed the shadowclan warrior behind him fleeing to the shadowclan border. a flash of red! he saw his mentor sprawling to the ground, bleeding from his throat and belly. the shadowclan warrior sneered an insult, stalking forward, lips drawn back into a snarl. shrieking, brackenpaw sprang into the tom's side, knocking him away from his mentor and sending him staggering into the thunderclan deputy. the warrior spun, and grasping the tom in his jaws, pounced and sent shadowclan fur flying everywhere. brackenpaw spun and pelted over to his mentor. as his mentor spoke his final words, he pushed his nose into the ginger's tom pelt and shared tongues with him for the last time.

brackenheart blinked and shook the memories from his mind. although they were as clear as though they happened that very morning, he knew it was in the past and there was nothing he could do. he blinked around the camp, green eyes calm as he took in his surroundings. his paws suddenly itched to be out hunting, and he flicked his tail impatiently for cats to wake up and begin patrol. his mind wandered to shadowclan, and the leader, silverstar. there was something about the tabby she-cat that he did not trust, some darkness that seemed to cloud her mind, almost as though she was planning something. he couldn't trust her. he knew, that although he hated shadowclan for slaughtering his mentor, that there was something more to his feelings that simple hatred for a long past battle...

[+: Alixa :+]

The day had gone by all too quickly for Roseheart. She crouched beside the warrior den, her long, ivory, silken fur rippling in the occasional winds that stirred it. The only part of her that was touched by color, was her head. Her icy blue eyes, her ears, and her cheeks were covered in a seal mask. But the rest of her was turned golden in the sun's daying rays as she lay there, feathery tail curled to her side. The clan was going about its usual routine. Some were returning from a patrol. Mentors were entering the camp with their exhausted apprentices. And at this particular sight, Roseheart smiled. She had no apprentice, and hoped that she might get one sooner or later. She was perhaps one of the most peaceful and serene cats in Thunderclan. But in a fight against an intruder, she unleashed a fierce warrior she kept under control and hidden behind a kind, gentle expression. When it came to scars she had few, but she did still ahve some beneath her thick, long fur. She had been in a good number of patrols, but only a fraction of them ever resulted in violence, which was as she preferred it. But all the same, she never beacked down from a fight, nor fled the side of her comrades. She wsas always there, one hundred percent supportive, as any clan cat ought to be.

She spotted Mapelpaw returning back to the camp, her mouth filled with a variety of leaves. A smile formed on Rosehearts face as she watched the apprentice disappear into the medicine cat's den. She then thought back to when Maplepaw and herself had been beside the river, on Sunning Rocks, talking about mates and the future. Maplepaw had told Roseheart she wanted one, but she wanted to be a medicine cat so much more... She had told Roseheart that she believed the whole clan would be her kits when she was the medicine cat. Roseheart couldn't help smiling at the sweet little conversation they're had. She admired the young she-cat's determination, and was confident that Maplepaw would make one of the finest medicine cats. As for Roseheart, she had longed for a mate and kits of her own. But the time was not here yet. She ahd yet to find a tom with which she felt anything for, and visa versa. And she knew better than to try and rush things. So, with her ever enduring patience, she waited for that one special tom to reveal himself to her.

As she let her glacier blue eyes search around the camp again, they fell, this time, on the Thunderclan deputy. Brakenheart was a strong cat. He was scarred, too. She'd never seen a cat with such nasty scars. But it only complimented his strong features. She watched him from across camp. And as she studied him, his face mildly irritated. Perhaps he was waiting for something? Her ears twitched. Maybe it was a the evening patrol, the last one of the day. She smiled, got to her paws, and padded over to him. When she reached him, she sat on her haunches. She dipped her head in respect, adn met his strong gaze. Parting her lips, she let her calm, seren vocals enter into the air.

" Good evening, Brakenheart. Is it alright if I join your patrol?"

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brackenheart turned at a familiar meow from the other side of the clearing. he turned, rather surprised, and recognized roseheart as she-cat padded across the clearing to him. oh, yeah, i'm going to go on patrol once these lazy mouse-brains get off their tails, he sarcastically. he was glad he bit back the words, because now that he was with another cat, his frustration disappeared immediately as he forgot all about it. instead, his eyes glowed and he tipped his head on one side. the sun was just beginning to sink below the trees, and he knew it would get cold soon so they would have to head out as soon as possible. two cats on patrol? oh well. at least we have a patrol now, he thought. "of course" he meowed, dipping his head in greeting to the she-cat. "we'll wait a few more minutes to see if anyone else joins in, and then we'll go," he meowed. quickly, he traced out the route they were going to take in his mind. it would be fastest to head straight for the border by sunningrocks, then to four-trees before finishing the patrol along the thunderpath that marked the shadowclan border.

shadowclan, he thought, feeling a dull anger in his chest. pieces of fox-dung. he quickly pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he looked at roseheart, hoping that there was no anger in his green eyes. fortunately, his eyes were as calm and humorous as ever. he shuffled his paws on the sandy ground, impatience beginning to stir his pelt again. his claws were itching just to be out of camp and hunting or patrolling, but he said he would wait for a few minutes, and he would stick by his decision. so he decided to explain his thoughts to roseheart, so she would have an idea where they were headed. "we're going by the riverclan border, and then towards four-trees to check for any windclan invaders. it's still a little cold from leaf-bare and windclan has always been jumpy. then we'll check along the thunderpath to the shadowclan border before heading back to camp. we'll catch anything we find along the way," he added, hoping he sounded dignified. although he had been a deputy for a long time, he still acted foolish around his clan mates, and sometimes he wondered if they actually respected him or not.

he gazed off towards the sky, watching tiny white clouds making their way slowly across the sky. it had been a beautiful day, and he wished it was not over. it would have been good to patrol earlier, when the sun was still high in the sky. now the air was starting to get a chill, and it made him fluff out his fur slightly. he closed his eyes for a moment, a soft sigh escaping him before he gazed out at the sun, quickly vanishing behind the trees.

[Jaywing]

Jaywing:
There wasnt really anything happening in the ThunderClan camp as the sun sank below the trees. His paws itched to be moving, doing something. Anything was better than just sitting uselessly and being bored. Spotting a scarred brown tabby, Brakenheart, sitting at the entrance to the camp with a golden she-cat, Roseheart, Jaywing gets up and pads over to them. Maybe its a patrol? "Good evening, Brackenheart. Roseheart. Are you going on a patrol?" What a stupid question. Just by looking at the tabby's irritated expression he could tell that he wa disapointed the ThunderClan cats were'nt jumping up and offering to go on patrol. A sharp pain in his tail made him whip around only to find his brother, Ravenstripe, batting at it with unsheathed claws. He flicks the black and white tabby's nose with the tip of his tail. "Mousebrain." he mutters playfully.

Ravenstripe:
Rubbing his nose with his paw he purrs; its always fun to play with Jaywing. Honestly he was more like a kit sometimes than a Warrior. "I'll go with you, if you'll let me, Brackenheart." He was eager to get out of the camp for a while after having been cooped up all day with nothing to do. Stretching his front legs out in front of him he raised his tail in the air to stretch his spine. "I havent made myself useful all day." His bones enjoyed the coolness of the evening air.[/ceter]

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