Cloudpaw's Patrol [Closed]

"I'm not sure why you are dragging me along, this is your apprentice."

"You need to get out of the camp! Besides, its been a while since we have done anything together."

Larksong rolled her eyes as she trotted after Smokestripe, trying to ignore how full of energy the tom was despite...Everything. Things hadn't been the same for Larksong since her father had stepped down, followed by his swift and unexpected death. It...Wasn't easy, and she was doing her best to just brush past it. Better not to focus on it and Smokestripe knew that as well. She had to admit that he was rather clever - focusing on helping with his apprentice's training was a good way to bring her attention to something else. "So...Your apprentice is...Cloudpaw, right?"

"Hmhm! I'm excited to start training, I'm thinking a simple hunting patrol," Smokestripe explained as he turned to stare at his friend. He knew he could be a little...Distracted from things at times but he was certain even a blind cat could see how much Larksong was hurting in the wake of her father's death. She was strong enough to act like everything was fine but the cracks were there and...Honestly, Smokestripe found himself worrying of what would happen if those cracks widened before she had healed. So, it had seem like a simple idea. Invite her out on a patrol, get a better chance to see how she was handling it and...Well, go from there.

Larksong rolled her eyes at his words, flickering her tail as she gave off an amused purr. "As if any patrol we do ever turn out simple." she pointed out as she settled down next to Smokestripe as they waited for Cloudpaw to arrive.

CloudPaw ran past smaokestripe and her friends and looked around wondering what the smell in the air she had smelled was. “Smokestripe what’s that smell?”

(OCC:I have never been on a hunting patrol)