An Olive's Patrol [[Open]]

Olivepaw padded towards the entrance with a little bit of a bounce in her step. So far life was great, and she loved all of her apprentice duties. For some reason her denmates found reasons to complain about helping the elders and queens, but she loved feeling useful. She loved the look of appreciation she got after a job well done. Smiling slightly to herself, she sat down at the entrance in hopes to start a patrol.

Ooc: Hey she's a pretty lazy cat do you mind asking her to come cause to stick with her character she doesn't really like work.

Nightpaw laid lazily in the camp watching the day go by. She had just eaten a fat toad, and noticed the food pile needed some topping off, but she knew someone else could do it. She noticed Olivepaw waiting by the camp entrance, and knew she must've been planning to start a patrol. She quickly lay flatter, she didn't want to get caught up in work.

Willowpaw made her way over to Olivepaw with an excited grin. "Hey! Are you going on a patrol? Can I come?" She mewed happily.

Olivepaw's gaze landed on an apprentice, Nightpaw, that she had noticed was a bit.. lazy. She never got out to do anything on her own, and everytime Olivepaw saw her, she was either eating or sleeping. It honestly bugged and irritated her. She didn't understand how a cat didn't want to help out around camp. Sure it could be boring, but it could also be fun if you had the right attitude about it or if you had a friend with you. Sighing softly to herself, she decided she would try to befriend this black she-cat and maybe teach her of the duties she should be doing. Pushing a smile on her face she approached the older she-cat that was eating a toad. "Hey.. Nightpaw is it? Would you like to come on a patrol with me?" She asked, expecting her to say no and make an excuse, but hoping she would say yes. "It'll be fun." She added, with a quick, friendly flash of her teeth before turning and heading back towards the entrance. She figured Nightpaw would join her if she so desired, but she wasn't going to push a lazy apprentice to get up and do something. It wasn't her job, and plus, she had better things to be doing.

She blinked out of her thoughts at the sound of approaching footsteps and was almost shocked. She hadn't expected Nightpaw to make up her mind so quickly! But then she saw who was approaching. Not Nightpaw, but Willowpaw. One of Ashpaw's siblings. Not that that even mattered. Why did everything in her head always relate to the calico tom somehow? Becuase he's your friend, silly. Stop being such a beetle-brain, and making something into something that it's not. Said a condescending voice inside her head. Rolling her eyes inwardly at herself, she flashed a smile to Willowpaw. "Of course! We should wait for a warrior to join us." She meowed, thinking back to when her father, Leopardstar, had caught her hunting alone. She didn't think they really needed a warrior, but she didn't want to upset him.

Nightpaw groaned and got up. She knew she could probably avoid the other she-cat's request, but had no idea whether or not she'd tell her father. And she certainly didn't want that. Padding over, she said, "Alright. I'm here. Why haven't we left yet?"

Larksong was lingering near the warrior's den, relaxing in the silence of the camp. The sound of pawsteps and talking caught her attention as she turned to see a group of small apprentices lingering near the entrance of the camp. Her ears perked as she pulled herself to her paws, well aware that apprentices weren't normally allowed to leave their camp without a warrior. By the looks of it, they were forming a small patrol and...Well fresh air did sound welcoming. The tortoiseshell padded her way over, dipping her head to the small group of three apprentices, even if one of them didn't seem all that eager to be there. "Hello there," the warrior purred with a faint smile. "Are you guys hoping to go on a patrol? Would you like me to join you?" she questioned lightly. She wasn't sure if the apprentices were hoping for a hunting patrol or just a simple border patrol but really either was fine with her.

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Willowpaw shot the she-cat a grin. "Sure!" She mewed brightly. "We're going hunting!"
And with that the delicate black-and-white she-cat turned and trotted lightly out of camp, purring a quick "Let's go!" Over her shoulder.

Olivepaw smiled, giving Larksong a friendly nod. "Sure! Are we ready to go?" She asked, glancing around at her clanmates, not really expecting any objections. Well, maybe from Nightpaw, but probably not.

Nightpaw glared at the she cat with loathing in her eyes. "Yeah," she drawled ,"I'm ready. Can't wait. Let's go."