Hunting Patrol

Leafstorm yawned and stretched as he padded out of the Warrior's den, dragging his feet as he walked towards the Fresh Kill Pile.
He selected a vole and quickly finished the entire thing before looking up and spotting his sister emerging from the Apprentice den.
"Sunpaw!" He called, trotting over to her happily. "D'you wanna go on a patrol with me?"


Sunpaw purred happily as her brother trotted towards her. No, it wasn't fair that Specklefang was a warrior while she herself was stuck in the Apprentice den. It wasn't fair that all her friends could leave camp whenever they chose, and it wasn't fair that she had been taken by the mist.
Life wasn't fair, but at least she could enjoy Leafstorm's company.
The golden she-cat nodded happily. "Sure- but we should wait for the others to join us too, or it won't be much of a patrol." She mewed, nudging him playfully with her head.

Blazingwing padded out of the warriors den, yawning, and gave his chest-fur a few quick licks. His murky blue eyes glinted in the sun's rays as he looked up. Just another blazing-hot day. His ear flicked as he caught a snippet of Leafstorm and his sister's conversation. A patrol, he assumed. He got up and prowled over.
"I'll come, if you want," he mewed to the duo, hoping he hadn't intruded on anything.