Night Hunting [closed patrol]

Hungry shadows crept across the muddied clearing of ShadowClan's camp, nearly overtaking the weak amount of moonlight that had fallen upon the thorny clearing several long heartbeats earlier. Apprehensively pacing through the partially empty camp, heavy shadows rippled off of Wolfheart's rosetted fur, making him appear much darker in color than he actually was. He was much too anxious and fidgety to stay still for the evening, so now he was quietly seeking out several of his Clanmates in hopes that they would join him on this poorly organized adventure.

Thornpaw exited the apprentice's den with a long, luxurious stretch and wandered over to the fresh-kill pile... only to find it regrettably empty. The she-cat glared bitterly at the lack of sustenance and swiveled her head to look around the clearing with narrowed eyes. Her belly rumbled as she did so. She was far from a morning person, and even worse without a full belly. Her fern green gaze locked in on Wolfheart. He looked like he wanted something.

Good.

Walking over to the tom, the young she cat flicked her tail to get his attention. "Are you going on a patrol or something? It's late, the kits and elders are asleep, and the fresh-kill pile is as empty as my stomach." She clearly seemed to be lacking in any form of patience with how her tail was lashing, as per the usual. She never had patience, which is what got her in trouble so often as a kit. Starclan knows she tried to sneak out enough.

Kestrelpaw awoke after his nap. He was going to go walking at night but he stopped in his tracks. He noticed Wolfheart, Thornpaw, and Sootpaw gathered. The apprentice walked up to them. He quickly smoothed down his pelt before he reached them. "Hello! Are you going at a patrol this late? May I come too if that is the case! It sounds like a good time!" he purred with glowing golden eyes.

Olivelily groomed her sleek, brown spotted pelt in the slowly vanishing sunlight. The clan was just starting to stir for their nightly duties, and she was about to join a friend on a patrol. Wolfheart had made his way to the entrance of camp, which told her he was to patrol with her. Littlebrook had come to her earlier and asked her to tag along on the dusk patrol. Normally the Bengal she-cat would have groaned at the thought, but she had been restless this evening and needed something to do. It was perfect. She would be productive, get to spend time with Wolfheart, and burn off some pent-up energy.

Drawing a quick paw over her ear, she rose to her paws and began padding towards the entrance before finally coming to rest at Wolfheart's side. Just being near him gave her butterflies, and she was inexplicably drawn to the handsome rosetted tom. He captivated her and made her want to listen to every word that left his maw, even if it was something as mundane as he caught a toad on a hunt. She couldn't quite place a paw on the feelings he gave her, but they were achingly familiar somehow. When had she felt them before? With a slight shrug of her shoulders, she glanced at her friend with a smile. "Mind if I join you guys?"

ooc) sorry about the wait!

"Yes..Yes, I'm going out on patrol. You're welcome to tag along if you'd like." Wolfheart mewed, gazing at Thornpaw with careful eyes. However, before he could really even speak once more, another apprentice was suddenly approaching the pair as well. Awkwardly dipping his head in response to Kestrelpaw's friendly words, the rosetted tom found himself fidgeting hesitantly as his gaze darted back and forth between the pair of younger cats. He was already terrible enough at interacting with his own apprentice, how could he handle two of them that he hardly knew? However, before he was left standing in front of Thornpaw and Kestrelpaw awkwardly gawking for too long, Olivelily's approach saved him from a humiliatingly awkward interaction.

Feeling the familiar heat tingle under his fur at the sight of the older she-cat, Wolfheart found himself grinning slightly at Olivelily. He would always be grateful for the she-cat's presence- everything always suddenly seemed so much more tolerable with her at his side. Although his heart had kicked up a pace or two, his head seemed much more clear as he gazed at his friend. "O-Of course. Shall we leave now?" Wolfheart mewed, padding towards the camp's entrance.

Thornpaw's impatience drove her quickly to the entrance of the camp. She knew the tom was leading the patrol, but honestly didn't care too much. It was only her respect for her mentor that kept her from charging ahead of the rosetted warrior. Turning her grey-green gaze to the other apprentice, she figured she'd distract herself from her hunger by talking to him. He didn't look like much. With a sigh, the she-cat spoke up with a particularly bland tone of voice, "Hey you. With the face. What's your name?"

OOC: Ahhhhh I'm having such a busy month ;-;

IC: Kestrelpaw began walking behind Wolfheart when he heard a voice toward his direction. He turned to look at Thornpaw with a curious look. He smirked lightly. "My name's Kestrelpaw! What my yours be?" he asked as he lazily shook his multicolored pelt. The young tom was just happy to finally be out of the camp. He was getting bored just stuck doing pretty much nothing most of the day. His golden gaze looked up as he picked up the pace while waiting for the she-cat to respond.