black horizons [open patrol]

Blackpaw sat at the edge of camp, anxiously tracing her unsheathed claws through the earth. She'd known she would have to hold a patrol herself for some time; but knowing that made this feel no better. The black-blue sides of her face against the dark skies appeared at first glance that she had a very small, deformed white face. Her charcoal tail was more obvious, lashing in the trampled grass. Throughout training with Hawkstrike, she had begun to speak up. Slowly, then more surely, the young apprentice was growing louder. It had become important to her, suddenly, to voice her thoughts. Most of them, that was.

Green eyes peeked out of her mismatched fur as she waited, hoping she wouldn't have to stay in that one spot forever and waste her time like that just for a few cats to trail the borders with her.

She didn't voice that thought.

Curlypaw bounded up to her Clanmate, the scent of uneasiness startling the half-blind cat for a couple of seconds. She wanted to ask whether something was wrong, but she held back, biting the tip of her tongue. Instead she circled her before settling down, a forced smile of kindness on her face.

"Hey, Blackpaw, you're going patrolling right? Would you mind another pair of eyes? I mean only one eye technically." she laughed drily, hanging her head low at the miserable attempt at conversation. As much as she could hold a conversation, things often held the she-cat back - her annoying sister always seeming to follow her, her disbelief in StarClan, her general short temper.

Rosepaw trailed out from the shadows of the camp. Her light grey with orange striped tail lashed the dirt behind her. Her bright blue eyes still were sparking with anger. She couldn't believe she was still an apprentice! After everything she has been through. Even her sibling became a warrior before she did and even kits! While she is stuck being an apprentice. She needs to get out. Being stuck in camp while her mentor is nowhere to be found and every time she sees a warrior she wants to claw their face up didn't help any. So when she found a apprentice that seems to be waiting for a patrol to gather up she couldn't help but smile a bit.

"Are you going on a patrol?" She tried to smile a bit but her tail still flicked and her gaze still shone her anger.

(occ: short)

Pansyface noticed the growing group of apprentices, including her niece Rosepaw, and decided to see if they needed a supervisor.  The thought of hunting and running in the forest appealed to her, and the gray and white she-cat trotted quickly over to the group with a bounce in her step.  "Hey, I'll go with you guys.  Someone needs to make sure you three don't go running off into the unknown."  With a friendly purr, a good-natured wink took the edge off of her words as the pretty she-cat flicked her tail excitedly.