That Cursed Wolf

Stormwatcher on the most part had gotten his life together more than he had when he was a young warrior. It wasnt always straight upwards progress: no doubt, there were days where he would laze around as he had in his youth. Generally speaking however, he was much more with it now than he had been. A large part of that no doubt coming from a bit of a kick in the tail from wolf and patch to get his life in order somewhat. Patch and him were in that akward stage of close friends but not quite dating but sorta kinda liking each other of akwardness part of their relation. He did like her... but that wasnt something he easily admited to.

That was true for most of his relationships in fact. Birdstar knew that he saw her and wolf as sisters but he'd never let wolf know anything of the sort, that just would not happen. If Wolf knew he'd proabably get even more patrols so that she could "encourage her younger brother's development" or something like that. She wouldn't let him hear the end of it he was sure of that much.

As for the rest of his clanmates he hadn't really gotten to know them so much, so when he had to go on patrol anyways he figured he probably ought to bring someone new along, or new to him at least.

He didn't really know what to think of Beech, he knew she was a bit contraversial and had all sorts of clan history. Maybe if he had paid more attention during his youth he would actually know the clans history but this is storm we are talking about, he zoned out during half his training as an appretnice and the other half was likely asleep for when not being passed around like a hot potato from mentor to mentor cause no one wanted to deal with the pile of laziness apprentice.

He was pretty sure she was a meddie at some point but he wasn't even 100% sure of that. The whole knowing who others were was not really on his radar until recently. Was she Birds mom? sister? stars knew. Regardless, she didn't exactly look busy right now so he figured he should probably actually make some amount of effort to get to know her.... That curesed wolf always making him form relations... Though deep down he knew she wasn't making him do this and also knew she was probably right which was painful as a thorn to admit.

The big guy lumbered over. He was usually pretty awkward in conversation but he was self aware enough to approach her on her good side so that she wasn't blind to his approach. The last thing he figured he needed was to startle the fur off her right when meeting.

"hmm wanna go hunt? ermmmmm or somthin?"

that wasnt so bad was it? He stood there shifting on his paws. A shamed small part of him wanted her to just say no so that he could say he tried and go back to being a hermit.

Beechfang sighed inwardly as the large tom approached her. She had seen him around camp, what was his name... Stormwatcher? She had paid him little mind for the most part, preferring to keep to herself recently, after... Everything that had happened. She had vague memories of the tom being an apprentice before her exile, but not much else. He seemed to be close with Wolfblossom and Birdstar, and that he was a clanmate dampened her irritation at being bothered, at least.

Interaction was low on the list of things Beechfang wanted, but she didn't fail to note the tom was careful to approach from her left, where she could see him.

At the offer of a patrol, the scarred tabby simply nodded. Perhaps a patrol would serve as a distraction, and the clan needed to be fed anyways. If they could even find prey. Turning, Beechfang headed toward the camp entrance. She wasn't in the mood to socialize, really, but a patrol was better than sitting around camp.