Rippedsky flicked his adoptive daughter's pelt affectionately with is tail and remarked, "It's been quite some time since we've been out together. Not since you were a young warrior, I believe." He smiled as he looked her over and remembered her as both a kit and an apprentice. Like several of his other kits, he found himself marveling over the fact they now had kits of their own. So much time had passed. As the other two approached, he nodded in turn to each and his whiskers twitched as he meowed, "No worries, Silentpaw. There is plenty of daylight left." The earlier patrol had been rather successful in their hunt, so he was not too worried about catching more prey. With the sun beginning to warm the earth again, there was more prey out before. Not the richness or greenleaf, but after a harsh winter, it felt like it.
The black and white tom turned to exit the camp a meow stopped him, "Wait! Can I come?" Rippedsky's eyes snapped back to rest on his youngest son. After a brief pause, he nodded. There was no reason why not. He cocked his head slightly, concerned he had forgotten to assign Mumblefoot a patrol, but quickly dropped the uncertainty in favor of leaving camp quickly.
As the tailless black and white warrior joined the patrol, he fell into step next to Dandeliondapple and said softly, "I hope you don't mind me joining. Snowpaw is out on patrol and Poplartooth has Drizzlepaw... and I already hunted today." Mumblefoot had felt rather lonely stuck in camp while his apprentice and his daughter were out for the day. Thankfully, the deputy had allowed him to join the patrol. As much as he hated to admit it, the young warrior had grown used to having Poplartooth around and even begun to appreciate him. Despite their rocky start, it seemed a tolerance was building between the two. His ear flicked as he tried to push away thoughts of wishing he had been invited along to train with the pair of Skyclan cats. However, he was still trying to convince himself to let Poplartooth teach his own apprentice and not worry.