Hunting Time [Open Patrol]

Bonestrike stood near the entrance of camp, waiting on some others to join him. The bulky white warrior was leading a patrol today and he hoped others would be joining him. He didn't want a large patrol but he certainly wouldn't mind a decent amount of others to cover a lot of ground and get a decent amount of prey.

A black and white tabby she padded out of the apprentice den looking bored out of her mind. Her amber eyes scanned around camp borely till she spotted a warrior also looking bored near the entrance. That piked up her curiosity. Slowly padding up to the huge warrior her tail twitched as she spoke softly, "Are you going on a patrol, oh wonderful warrior?" She had a smirk on her face as she spoke that last part but dipped her head showing she meant no disrespect.

Willowheart grinned, giving Snowpaw a playful thump on the head with her paw. "Bonestrike was your father's apprentice, you know." She purred, padding towards the entrance of the camp. "Littlebrook appointed you the leader of this patrol,
right?"

The stocky warrior looked at the camp, yawning boring until his green eyes met the white pelt of Bonestrike. Standing with a bounce, Firestone trotted to the tom with a friendly smile. Waving his tail from one side to another, he nodded as a greeting. "Hello, Bonestrike! Hi, Snowpaw, Willowheart!  Do you want some help with your patrol?" He said, moving his paws eagerly to get out of the camp to do something useful and funny. He loved being with his clanmates and spend some time with them.

Bonestrike nodded at Willowheart's question. "Yeah, a hunting patrol." The white warrior informed. "You can both come along if you wish." Just as he was about to determine to wait more for one or two more to join him, Firestone came bouncing up. Bonestirke brightened a bit at his luck. "Your help will be welcomed. I think this enough for out little patrol, let's get going." The young warrior said before padding out of camp.

Snowpaw grew irradiated as the warrior playfully placed her paw on her head glaring at her. But when she spoke her eyes softened a bit looking back to Bonestrike with awe in her eyes. He was mentored by her father? Her eyes sparkled just thinking about it when the other warrior came up nodding along to Bonestrike's words. "I..I..would love..to." She mumbled, suddenly shy.

A small fluffy body raced out of the camp entrance towards the patrol, shoving past Snowpaw. Scorchkit stared up at Bonestrike, his brilliant orange eyes shining with excitement. "I'm coming, too! I'm almost old enough to become an apprentice anyway, so I'd might as well get started early with my training."