Two Birds with One Stone [0/3, OPEN PATROL]

He was behind on his training, and he knew it. Stonepaw couldn't sit still as he loitered around camp, waiting for some sort of patrol to start forming, but it seemed he wouldn't be having much luck today. He moved closer towards the camp's entrance, tail twitching. He needed to be out there, he needed to hunt. His gaze flickered to the dark night sky. It was a perfect night for hunting, and yet here he was, laying about. The elders had already been taken care of, and he loathed the idea of going out to help their medicine cat Morningpaw, hunting for plants instead of some good meat. Though his luck soon changed. A cat appeared in the corner of his vision, and before he'd even registered who it was, he asked, "Do you want to go hunting with me?" He didn't care if they were even any good at it, he wanted out!

The approaching cat in question — or rather kit — absolutely beamed at the invitation that wasn’t quite directed at him. Poppykit grinned widely and scampered over to Stonepaw’s side. ”You want me to hunt with you? Okay! Froststone’s been teaching me the hunter’s crouch, see?” He dropped down and lowered himself to the ground, although his paws were a little too wide apart and his bushy tail was brushing against the ground.

”I, uh, think he was referring to someone else, bro,” the kit’s littermate, Orchidkit, mewed from a few tail-lengths away, pointing with his muzzle to their very amused father.

Scorchfang padded up to Poppykit and licked behind his ears. ”I’m sure you would so great out there, but I’m afraid you’re just not ready yet.” He looked up at Stonepaw next. ”I, however, will join you. It’s been far too long since I’ve been on a proper hunting patrol.”

Poppykit looked as though he were about to argue, but instead he stood up straighter and puffed his chest out. ”More like the great territory of ShadowClan isn’t ready for me yet! I’d hate to deprive it of my presence, but as the greatest and coolest warrior I am, I must uphold to the warrior code! But don’t worry, my sweet marshes and pines, we will rejoice once again very soon,” he called to the outside world beyond the camp entrance dramatically. With a purr, he turned and raced back to his brother.