Bitter Cold (Hunting Patrol - Open)

Dandeliondapple stood at the entrance to the camp, thinking. She was going to hunt, but going alone would not have been very productive. More paws meant more prey, yet she hesitated to ask any other cats to join her. It was odd. She lived in a Clan, but she felt utterly alone. Halfpaw had disappeared on her a while ago, Lionpaw had been dead for moons on end, and Rippedsky was well on his way to StarClan too. Mintpaw had come under her tutelage without much thought. So, there she stood, about to hunt.

However, her pensiveness gave plenty of time for any cat to join her on patrol.

Cloudroar padded up to his sister with an almost identical look on his face. He was worried about his father and he was worried about dumb little things for no actual reason, which didn’t make a lick of sense to him. So when he heard Dandeliondapple make her way to the entrance, he decided to join her. He brushed his fluffy fur against hers in attempt to comfort her and himself. Family was all he had now, and he hated when they were hurting. Especially when he knew how they were hurting because he was too.