Border Patrol Thread 1. {?}

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[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=233040] It was indeed a wonderful morning. The sun was peeking through the clouds, and, there was just the right amount of fog in the air to make coming out of a muggy den a breath of fresh air. It had misted last night, and it kept Easternsky up all night long, at least she could start fresh this morning. Stretch her limbs, and lead the border patrol. There was no particular reason she wanted to lead the border patrol, she just did. It would be a good time to asses(?) the new member of AshClan, Brackengaze. He reeked of SoulClan. Not only that, but if he was going to become a member of the clan he needed to know the forest, and what better way than a border patrol? Maybe she would even assign him to the hunting patrol later on that evening. She wasn’t too sure, though. Stretching and yawning she padded over to the apprentices den and peered in. “Whisperpaw, ” She whispered, “Come and join us for a border patrol this morning. It might do you some good.” Then she ducked out and headed back to the warriors den, “Brackengaze, Owlflight,” She said sharply, she expected much from her warriors, “Border patrol, stat!” She hopped her tone wasn’t too harsh sounding, she’d hate to be called rude. She then trotted over to the fresh-kill pile and plucked a small mouse from it. New-leaf was better than leaf-bare, but until green-leaf the fresh kill were plumper. Still, for a new-leaf mouse it seemed pretty plump! Easternsky sat down with her mouse where all the warriors sat when they ate. As she waited for her patrol to eat and assemble, she chewed thoughtfully on her mouse, I wonder if the SoulClan cats have been looking for Brackengaze… AshClan bordered SoulClan and FrostClan… Doing "Speaking." Thinking "Your cat talking." Words; 302 Tags; Brackengaze, Owlflight, Whisperpaw Ooc| Finally got this up!

[brackengaze]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=433f3e] Had finally fallen asleep, finding a space within the warrior's den that was far enough from the other cats they did not have to be smothered by his Soulclan scent, but close enough so he felt like a clan cat. Long tail had been curled around him, covering his nose as he tried to get used to the Ashclan scent slowly, adjusting at his own pace. This would definitely take some adjusting to, everything was so different from Soulclan, not just the scenery, but the scents, the cats, everything. Flicking his ear the tom rose as he heard Easternsky's cry for the border patrol, raising his head the tom blinked his sleepy forest green gaze as he stood. Arching his back the tom stretched out his muscles, relishing in the feeling his body was getting. Then he stretched each leg, wanting to be as nimble as possible for the patrol, it was his turn to prove to his clanmates that he would be an asset. Brown ringed tail flicked as he walked out of the den, weaving around the cats that were finally sleeping about their night watch. Green eyes flicked about, as he slid into the nursery to greet his kits and Cinderheart. Saying a short hello to them, he backed out spotting Easternsky and stopping nearly dead. How had he not noticed her? At a gathering, a passing patrol, anything? He had to remind himself to close his mouth, as he stared in awe at the she-cat. Of course she was deputy though, off limits, she must have ambitions of being leader. No mates in her future. Sighing he shook his head, reminding himself of Cinderheart, why he was in Ashclan. Trotting over he nodded a greeting to the she-cat, doing his best not to stare at her beautiful coat, lovely light green eyes and strong body. He just wanted to share tongues with the she-cat, find out her favorite food, her favorite hunting spot, her favorite activity. And the respect she commanded was awe inspiring. He had to suppress a purr in his through just looking at her. Swallowing hard to compose himself, the gray and ivory splotched tom walked towards her, deciding to introduce himself, but not take anything from the fresh-kill pile. He should hunt for the clan before eating for himself first. "Hello Easternsky, thank you for letting me go onto the border patrol, I look forward to learning the territory," he said in a calm tone. Looking towards the camp entrance, he silently wondered if any Soulclan cats were looking for him. He doubted it, he had been a fairly secluded cat in Soulclan. The cats probably thought he had gone rogue, preferring to live in his secluded nature. Shrugging mentally he ignored it, it was their loss. Ashclan's gain, he would ensure it. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"