Do We Do Patrols Here? (Open)

Icedpaw has not done much since the dream from StarClan. He had tended to stay closer to Thinstripe, but it was getting boring lounging around the Barn with nothing to do. With a sigh, he stood. Bluesong has seriously neglected his training. With quiet paws, he trotted to the nearest warrior. "Excuse me," he whispered, clearing his throat. "Excuse me, can I please go on a patrol with you?" his pelt burned. He was a mostly quiet cat, but he wanted to move and explore.

Bluesong lifted her head. She had become very old in the past moons. She opened her eyes and looked at Icedpaw.
"Huh?" Bluesong asked.

Tulipheart looked over from a long distance "I would take you on a patrol," She said struggling to keep her kits next to her instead of all over "but i have kits to take care of-" She was cut off by a squeak of anger from her kit, Blazekit

Scorchfrost looked up from a mouse he was eating, staring at Icedpaw. "I wouldn't mind a little patrol," he said boredly, his disinterest in the cycle of life at the barn apparent. "I gotta get out of here sooner or later."