going on a hunt

Jaypaw walked to the entrance of camp and called out to whoever was listening. "Patrol, anyone?"

ooc: sorry, it's short and I was thinking two catches for each cat, to keep it quick.

"I'll come! You'll need a warrior," Nectarleap offered, jogging over to Jaypaw. The young apprentice was intelligent and respectful, which were good traits to have. A patrol with him would not be wasted time.

Softpaw's head shot up from where it had been resting on his paws. Hunting patrol? Softpaw scrambled to his feet and hurriedly made his way to Jaypaw, though about halfway there his shyness caught up with him. The pale apprentice slowed down, trying not to appear as eager to leave the camp as he felt. He loved his clanmates dearly, but he was easily overwhelmed by all the social interaction that came with being in camp. When he had eventually made his way to the two toms, he softly cleared his throat. "Um... a h-hunting patrol? Can I come?" He mewed quietly, gazing down at his paws.

Swiftstep followed behind softpaw, a grin on his face. "Well hello Jaypaw, Softpaw, Nectarleap! Is there room for one more? I'm itching to stretch my legs out of the camp!" the warrior chuckled. He stood waiting for Jaypaw's answer.

"Of course!" Jaypaw thought that four cats would be plenty, especially two warriors and two apprentices. "Everyone ready?" He asked around to the others. "Anyone have an idea of where we should go?"

"How about you decide, Jaypaw? It's your patrol," Nectarleap suggested, smiling brightly. Thinking about it, he didn't really have much of a preference, just wanting to feel the wind in his fur and provide for his clan. Where on the moors that happened didn't seem like a big thing to him. He flicked his tail happily, but also in an almost rushing way. They didn't have all day to decide, after all.