Thems Some Nice Buns [Semi-Open Patrol]

Newleaf was beautiful, he had to say that. Deerpaw sat on a lump of hardened dirt in WindClan camp, eyeing the territory. Soft morning light shone through the flowering grasses, casting a yellow glow onto his brown face. His paws were just itching to go out there and hunt! Though some cats complained about being put on the dawn patrol, the young tom thoroughly enjoyed it, and actually waited for the mother of his best friend - and deputy, of course - to wake up and start organizing the day's patrols. He looked over to the sleeping Mistpaw, tail twitching as his thoughts drifted.

Ah! Right, the sun would be peeking over the horizon any moment now. "Mistpaw," he murmured, straight-faced. "Mistpaw." The tom nudged his friend gently. Hopefully he wasn't interrupting a nice dream. "Do you want to come hunting with me? On a patrol." He paid no attention to their denmates nor if his voice woke them too.

"Hmmm?" Foxpaw groned as she lifted her head. Deerpaw's voice had woken her.  She had been having another dreem about  Willowpaw... She shook her head. She needed to stop thinking about what had hapend! Willowpaw was gone, and nothing could change it. "Can I come too?" She asked Deerpaw. Maby some hunting would help her stop thinking about her dead littermate.

Mistpaw's eyes opened blearily as she looked up at Deerpaw, her expression never shifting as she struggled to process what her best friend had said. Once it did indeed process, she yawned and got to her paws, nodding as she went. Mistpaw brushed past her best friend, her eyes narrowed as crusties stuck themselves with a vengeance to the corner of her eyes. "Yeah lessgo... but we need a warrior." Mistpaw sputtered, sitting back down as she rubbed at her eye crusties.