Marco Polo[C]

Woolywing stepped out of the medicine den, gently shaking out his pelt. Migraines no longer plagued him, his eye was decently healed over and he was familiar enough with using his whiskers, nose and ears that he'd finally, finally been cleared to leave camp. Provided, of course, that he bring reinforcements. He didn't particularly mind; he enjoyed the conversation and it was helpful to have someone around just in case. Still, though, he didn't just want to go on a jaunt around the territory with other warriors. While he was doubtful of his ability to hunt, he wanted to help somehow. So, he'd decided yesterday, he was bringing an apprentice. It was a wonder Perchstar had allowed it, given his track record. Perhaps the presence of two warriors with better reputations pushed her over the fence. But he digressed. Today, he was going to take Olivepaw on a patrol.

He'd mapped the layout of camp countless times before, first with Dovesight then with Stormdance, so he was decently confident he knew where he was going as he gingerly walked towards the apprentices' den. He walked along the wall until he found the entrance and he smiled, happy with himself. Sitting with Stormdance and relearning to use his senses was all well and good, but there was an immense satisfaction in actually putting it into practice. He peeked his head into the den. "Olivepaw? It's time for our patrol! We're going to Sunningrocks." He addressed the whole den, hoping Olivepaw heard him. He'd never actually met her, so he had no idea what she smelled or sounded like. She was just the only apprentice not training today, and he'd been anxious to leave camp as soon as possible; his underused muscles needed a good stretch.