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Wisteriapool had been chosen to lead a patrol, but her anxiousness seemed to be the only thing controlling her mind. What if she messed up? There were only two apprentices with her... what could possibly go wrong? On an unrelated note, the she-cat had tried a quail recently. She had liked the way it had tasted, and had suddenly been obsessed with it. It wasn't an odd, stupid obsession... just a sudden desire for that delicious bird. Waiting silently by the camp exit, the ginger-and-white warrior nervously shuffled her paws as she waited for the little patrol that consisted of herself, Eaglepaw, and Sparkpaw. All she could do now was hope for the best... which was what she always did.

"Alright, let's go." Eaglepaw meowed as soon as he padded up to the warrior. He had gotten used to being out in the forest. Nothing felt better than rushing between the trees, stalking the borders, and killing prey in the name of his clan. There was an eagerness, that might have come off as rather gruff, that came through in his tone. Waiting around camp was not how he wanted to spend their day. If there was another patrol member meant to come, they should have shown up on time. He tilted his head slightly at Wisteriapool and shot her a judgemental look. His yellow eyes almost seemed to ask why they were still waiting instead of doing their job, asking why she was not leading better. Flicking his tail in a mild annoyance, the large and muscular apprentice narrowed his gaze before turning to look at the entrance. If he was in charge of the patrol, they would have been out there already, with prey in their claws.

Sparkpaw walked out and sighed. "Sorry to keep you waiting." He said.

Wisteriapool couldn't help but feel intimidated under Eaglepaw's gaze. It pained her that a warrior her age was mentally shrinking in the presence of a younger apprentice. Trying to hold back a sigh, the ginger-and-white warrior attempted to give the tom a polite nod, but her eyes glanced back at her paws before she could say or do anything. Relief instantly flooded her as she heard Sparkpaw approach, and she slowly lifted her eyes so that she could offer the apprentice a tiny smile.
"I-it's o-okay," Wisteriapool forgave the tom, "W-well, le-let's go."

Wisteriapool felt a bit proud of herself after saying those words as she led the two apprentices out into the territory. It was a nice day for hunting. With evidence of new-leaf springing up around the territory, the she-cat was starting to feel a lot better about life. Nothing would ever change the fact that ThunderClan had lost Flickerpaw and Specklefang, and nothing could ever change the fact that the Clan was currently up against RiverClan, one of the biggest Clans in the forest, but the changing of the season seemed to bring a bit of hope.

"Le-let's all a-aim f-for th-three pi-pieces of prey," Wisteriapool glanced over here shoulder, voice quiet and a bit shaky, "I-I know y-you're bo-both app-apprentices, so try t-to st-stay cl-close to each o-other, or m-me. Ye-yell if y-you hear a-anything."

With that, the warrior headed away from the group, but she made sure to stay within earshot of the two younger toms that she was on a patrol with. The scent of bird was strong, and Wisteriapool couldn't help but smile as she spotted a kestrel up ahead. Silently dropping into the hunting crouch that she had been taught when she was an apprentice, the ginger-and-white cat made her way towards the warm, winged creature with her hooked claws unsheathed. Once she deemed herself close enough to make a safe jump, she sprang forwards, making an arc that would land right where the kestrel was positioned.

The she-cat grinned as she landed squarely on top of the kestrel and killed it with a bite on the neck before it could fly away. She wasn't about to fail miserably in front of two apprentices. Even though they were apprentices, and she was a warrior, she still didn't want to be judged. She knew that Eaglepaw would probably be the first one to criticize her if she missed a catch. She'd just have to make sure to not give him that opportunity.

The member 'Plum-' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 5

At first, he had been put off by how late the patrol started, but now he was just as irritated with the inadequacy of the warrior at its head. Weren't patrol leaders supposed to be respectable warriors? Not some babbling fools? Eaglepaw grunted lowly, "Is there something wrong with you?" He saw no reason why she should be tripping over her words so much. If Wisteriapool had something to say, she should just get out with it instead of being a muttering mess. Sootpaw wasn't the most confident cat either, but he had least tried. The apprentice stared at her, yellow eyes burning into the she-cat as is he could see and critique her. After a moment, he scoffed audibly but followed along as he would have on any other patrol.

Without waiting to hear if she managed to get a response out, he broke slightly away from the patrol and headed in search of his own prey. Like Newttongue had taught him to do, the tom parted his mouth slightly to drink in the scents. There was... next to nothing. He growled in frustration. However, the scent of robin just barely reached him. Eaglepaw set off after it. Continuously tasting the air, it got closer and closer. He saw a fluttering underneath the skeleton of a bush and stalked towards it. Each pawstep was slow and calculated as he stalked towards what was presumably a robin. The density of the twigs blocked his vision but he was determined not to give up the catch. Once in range, the massive tabby leaped. Mid-leap the wind picked up. His paws landed on nothing and the fluttering he had assumed to be a bird revealed itself. A leaf danced through the gust and out of his grasp. Immediately, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Surprise turned into frustration and the tom dug his claws into the ground with a low snarl.

"Stupid wind!"

Eaglepaw caught nothing. Loser couldn't even pin a leaf.

The member 'Saint Ripped' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 9

Sparkpaw looked around and saw a little robin. He started to stalk towards the bird. He jumped towards it. However, the bird flew away.

The member 'Sam' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 8

Wisteriapool's mind was racing with various thoughts as she continued on her trek to find more prey. Sniffing out the scents and finding the prey wasn't the hard part, catching the prey was, and she was still nervous about the fact that she might miss. Sparkpaw probably wouldn't ridicule her, but Eaglepaw most certainly would. Besides the fact that he was extremely judgemental, the apprentice was bigger than her and she was a fully-grown warrior. Letting out a slight, quiet sigh, the she-cat made her way to stalk the squirrel that she had spotted. Crouching low and sliding across the ground, the shy warrior stopped when she knew that she was in leaping range. Trying to swallow back her fear of failure, Wisteriapool narrowed her eyes and hurled herself forwards.

More satisfaction flooded the she-cat from head to toe as she unsheathed her claws midair and landed right where she wanted to land. The squirrel didn't have enough time to react or make any noises, because she snapped its neck with a swift bite and let it lay limp on the forest floor. Silently thanking StarClan for her catch (and the dice gods for not letting her roll a 10), Wisteriapool buried her catch beside the first tree that she laid eyes upon. Maybe luck truly was on her side this time. After giving herself some silent words of encouragement, the ginger-and-white warrior headed on.

The member 'Harlem' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 6