Even this place needs a look over. [OPEN PATROL]

The black warrior had never been a fan of the Carrionplace. It smelled wretched. Rotting rat flesh covered the ground as crows pecked eagerly at the bones. A shiver shot down the tom's spine as he stared at the sight.

When he offered to give the garbage filled area a quick patrol, he hadn't expected it to be even more disgusting than ever. The smell of rot and feces wafted into his nose, making him gag slightly before turning back to the patrol behind him. "I'm sorry about this guys, but we're going to have to check it out. It may be gross, but it's still our territory," Magpiewing apologized.

Following his father, Mudfoot honestly wished the patrol wasn't going to the Carrionplace. A little while back, he'd stumbled across a kit here, and just the thought of going back made him nervous. Letting out a sigh, he followed his father, glad that at least he got to patrol with him. When they reached the horrid smelling place, he thought it smelled even worse than before. "I just hope this will be a quick patrol," he chuckled to Magpiewing sarcastically, no patrol was ever "quick."

Webtail winced from the stench, his tail flicking as he tried to keep from revisiting the memories he had of leaving Pinepaw's corpse here. He stayed a ways off from his mentor and a warrior he had thought of as them being relatively acquainted. He didn't really know what to do, many in his clan didn't want him around, his own daughter hated him, his sister hated him more, Wildfang didn't trust him and he was sure his leader was going to exile him soon. He peered around the territory before glancing at his mentor. "Would rats be more active during warm seasons?"

Frostedpaw blinked, shaking her head with disgust as the scent of Carrionplace flooded her nostrils.
It's not like there's prey or herbs here? Why can't this be like, some other rogue place instead of ShadowClan territory? She thought, It would spare cats of having to stand this horrible smell.
She stepped on an empty can, wincing as it flattened beneath her paws.
"What even are these things? Stupid Twoleg stuff? And why do they toss it all here when it's dirty and grimy? Why don't they just...throw it into the river?" She asked, imagining RiverClan suffering of trash river patrols.

The oldest warrior could see the discomfort among the patrol. No cat was a fan of this place, not even the rogues who would sometimes seek refuge there. And although he wanted this place out of ShadowClan territory as much as the next, it was still his duty to secure his clan's home.

"We'll be quick, I assure you. As long as we don't run in to trouble," the tom meowed cautiously. His amber gaze flashed back to his old apprentice and young Frostedpaw. "Yes, rats are more common during Newleaf and Greenleaf, and we should be wary of them, but I doubt right now we have anything to worry about," Magpiewing stated, trying to reassure Webtail.

He couldn't help but laugh at the she-cat's comment. "RiverClan may be dirty already, but they're our allies. We wouldn't want to lose their trust by throwing all of these, Twoleg things at their river." Giving his patrol a smile, he turned his attention back to the muddy, trash-filled grounds. "Well... Here we go." With those words, the black warrior lead his patrol into the disgusting smells. He couldn't help but gag once more as the smell of rotting flesh hit his nose even stronger than before.

As they approached, the crows caught flight and flew far to the other side of the Carrionplace. Nothing but the usual melody of crickets and frogs could be heard. Occasionally a soft scuttling came somewhere deep in the piles of garbage, but nothing loud enough to worry Magpiewing.

"Keep your eyes and ears out for anything out of the ordinary."

Following Magpiewing, Mudfoot wrinkled his nose at the smell. This place was gross, and the fact that rats and crows ate the twoleg's trash made him sick. Such filthy creatures. Walking a little ways from the patrol, he looked to where he Ant, seeing if anyone else was there. "All clear over here," he meowed, padding back toward Frostedpaw and Webtail.

Frostedpaw curiously padded up to one of the garbage bins. With one sniff, she wanted to wretch. She stumbled backwards towards the patrol, wrinkling her nose with disgust.
The garbage bin is certainly NOT clear... Frostedpaw thought, shaking her head.

Webtail wrinkled his nose, tail well off the ground to avoid it getting buried, butten, cut, or caught in the mess around him. He peered in a pile of rubbish and strange items before coughing as dust hit him. "As clear as it will get over here.." He winced, one of the strange black items had a rip and a small puddle had formed beneath it, his paws dangerously close to it.

[Mobile]

The tom let out a relieved sight as Webtail and Mudfoot responded, letting the patrol know things were okay. But Frostedpaw did not do the same. Magpiewing stared as she backed up with a disgusted expression, glaring at a tunnel with one end closed. Pressing forward to the tunnel, he tentatively sniffed inside of it.

Like the apprentice, the black warrior backed up, wrinkling his nose at the horrid smell. He had been exposed to this scent before, and the strength of it worried him. Backing up even further, he kept close to the patrol. "Rats..." he whispered, staring at small, red eyes popped out in the darkness. A few more appeared, and seemed to grow closer until they stepped out into the moonlight and stared at the group.

Around them, more soft scuttling grew louder until it was almost upon them. The warrior braced himself, a low growl sounding in his throat. "Don't let them bite you," Magpiewing ordered.

Frostedpaw blinked, her amber eyes meeting with the red ones of the rats.
"What happens if they bite us, Magpiewing?" She asked quietly.
The rats actually did look creepy, and Frostedpaw didn't want to get bitten by one of these ugly creatures even if their bite was harmless. If she was bitten, she'd have quite the story to tell to Rainpaw when she got back to camp.

OOC: Mobile

Standing next to his father, Mudfoot watched at the rats emerged from the shadows. This won't end well... Letting out a soft hiss, he stood next to Frostedpaw, unsheathing his claws. "They carry disease," he meowed softly, mostly to himself instead of answering the apprentice's question. Somewhat fearful of what was to come, the fluffy tom fluffed out his fur, looking bigger than normal. We all go home today, he reminded himself confidently, looking at the ugly creatures.

Webtail unsheathed his own claws, nearing closer to the rest of the patrol eyes scanning for the filthy creatures. He had never fought rats, or foxes, nor badgers, dogs, or eagles. He had only ever fought a cat. Now, he just hoped that he would get out of this alright.

Although the tom himself had never experienced a rat bite, he had heard the stories and yowls of pain himself. The disease was horrible, and seemed like a rather painful experience. Especially if the medicine cat couldn't get to it quick enough.

"Like Mudfoot said, they carry a disease more horrible than greencough. I don't think any of us want to figure out what that feels like today, so be careful. If you need help, call, and I'll be right there," the tom meowed. His claws slid out as the rats approached more.

Bracing himself, he saw one of them come charging towards him. Slashing out his paw as far as it could go, he caught its ragged fur in his claw. Digging the rest of his claws in, he lifted the rather heavy creature and flung it away from the group. Blood dripped slowly off his claw and the nasty critter stood back up on its feet and bared its teeth.

That's when they all attacked.

ooc: no need for battle system. I don't think the rats have official stats or anything. Anything that happens is up to you.

A rat was coming towards her. With disgust and fear, Frostedpaw flung a large piece of twoleg trash at it. She watched as it staggered, but it's beady red eyes continued to burn into her fur. She swiped at it with her paw, claws unsheathed, and it stopped and collapsed, but another rat headed straight for her. Frostedpaw reached out a paw to flick that one away too, but the last thing she remembered was feeling the rat sink it's sharp fangs mercilessly into her paw. The pain was indescribable.
"Ah!" She exclaimed, shaking her paw. With her other front paw that wasn't hurt, she smashed it atop the rat and swatted it away, still hissing with pain.