Here Comes the Sun (Open hunting patrol)

Dawnlight yawned and stretched. The fresh-kill pile was nearly empty again, leading him to decide to go out on the moor and inspect some rabbit burrows for prey. First, though, he would gather a patrol.

He looked among WindClan, waiting for someone to come with him.

Kestrelpaw watched Dawnlight from the apprentice's den. Her blue eyes lit up at the sight of the warrior and she bounded from the den eagerly. The young cat had been awake since just before the sun rose, and she felt the cold air of morning under her fur. The fresh-kill pile being so low meant she couldn't just eat to warm up.  
"Hey, Dawnlight! Are you going on a patrol?" She asked, her black tipped tail twitched eagerly. Her excitement barely contained to a manageable level. "Can I come? I need the practice."

OOC: Short-ish

Twistedtail looked across the camp. She had been noticing she had been growing skinny-- skinnier than the Windclan average, that is-- and felt that she should go help out to hunt. She had spent moons just moping around after the death of her children and loves, and it seemed like time to get working. She already had done many patrols for the clan, yes, but you can't ever do too much.

As the scarred siamese watched the miserably tiny prey pile she noticed a younger warrior by the entrance. Dawnlight. She never spoke to much of the other warriors but Dawnlight had always been somewhat friendly with her. The she-cat padded over to him and curtly greeted the tom, then turned and dipped her head to the apprentice. "Are you going to do some hunting, you two? I hope you don't mind if I join. It's... time I help the clan out again."