Marsh Bugs (Open patrol)

Curlypaw was sitting at the edge of camp, waiting to be invited on a patrol, when she decided just to ask cats to go on a patrol with her. 'Cuz why not?
"Hey! Does anybody wanna go on a patrol?" she asked loudly, loidering around the entrance and waiting for a response. So much had been going on in her life recently that a patrol would be goo to clear her mind.

OOC: Sorry for the short beginning post, couldn't think of anything to say.

OOC: Hope you don't mind if I join :3

IC: Firestone was leaving the warrior's den, proud of his new rank when he heard the call of an apprentice not far from him. The flame colored tom glanced at the gray tabby she-cat and smiled, happy to be useful now that he was a warrior. He trotted to her and waved his tail, excited. "Hello there! You'll need a warrior if you want to go on a patrol and I would love to be the one that can help you with that. What do you think?" He said with friendly green eyes. Even if he was larger than most of the cats in the clan, just like his father, he wasn't intimidating at all to his fellow clanmates because of his friendly and outgoing personality. "We can wait for more apprentices to come if you want."

Willowpaw stepped forward, grinning slightly. "I'll join," She purred with a wink. "Who else is going?"
She had been so caught up in hanging out with Lilacpaw, Roaringblaze and Ryeheart that she'd forgotten to take some time off. It would be nice to just relax for a while.

Curlypaw looked at Firestone as he walked over to her, glad that someone was willing to join her. It would have been really embarrassing if no one had joined. But he was a warrior who seemed genuinely interested and apparently wanted to go, so she wasn't worried. And now that he was here, a few more cats would probably come. She smiled half-heartedly back and nodded in response.
"Thanks! You can come. We can leave as soon as one or two more cats join us," she replied, sounding pleased. Turning to face camp, she waited for anyone else to come forward. But then the one cat in the clan that she hated most stepped up to them. She suppressed a growl as Willowpaw purred sweetly and practically invited herself. Who did she think that she was? Why was she just acting nice and pretending like she hadn't ruined her life? It must be some sort of trick to try to see how she was doing. But at least if it was, she would have proof of it. There was no use in not letting her join, and she would be seen as a fox-heart if she didn't.
"Fine, Willowpaw. You can come on a patrol. But I can take care of myself," Curlypaw retorted. To anyone else, she probably looked as if she was getting angry about a nice comment, but to her, she was being nice than she should be.

The flame colored tom noticed some tension between the gray apprentice and the newcomer, Willowpaw, so he tried to change that staying with a positive attitude. Smiling to both of the apprentices, the warrior made his way to the exit of the camp, beckoning with his tail to the two she-cats to join him. "I think we're enough for now. Let's go to do some hunting out there! The clan needs more prey." He purred, as he walked waiting for the smaller cats that were by his side.

"So... who are your mentors, guys? Are they training you well?" He asked, looking from the corner of his green eyes to Willowpaw and Curlypaw, trying to start a friendly conversation. Doing patrols with friends was way better than just going outside with cats you disliked.