The news of new kits was always a joy to hear, especially for Wrensong. She longed to have kits of her own someday, but knew that her duties as Southclan's deputy had to come first. Twitching the tip of her tail, the dusty-colored she-cat reminded herself that perhaps someday it would be possible for her to become a queen. Nearly every day she told herself this.
Stretching, Wrensong padded across the clearing and sat down in a small patch of sunlight that had somehow made it through the dense branches of the forest. She looked around, hoping for someone to come along. "Perhaps I could organize a hunting patrol..." She muttered to herself.
Whitemoon prowled into the camp, stretching his legs. He had been out for a brief walk in the morning, taking in the feel of the cool autumn breeze. He saw the Clan's deputy, Wrensong, sitting in the middle of the camp. He flicked his notched ears and prowled over to her, wondering if she had anything for him to do. For all his usual lack of respect, he still admired the leader and deputy of SouthClan.
"Good morning, Wrensong," he purred. He sat down next to her, his silvery white fur on display underneath the soft glow of the sunlight. "How are you today? Do you have anything you'd like me to do. I haven't been on patrol in a while."
Turning her head and giving a warm purr, Wrensong replied, "Morning, Whitemoon!" She tilted her head to the side, then continued. "Oh, I'm great! I have been wanting to hunt, though... Would you like to take a patrol with me?" Her voice was light, as usual. The sun seemed to reflect off her golden eyes, giving them a soft shine.
Wrensong somewhat experimentally waved her tail over the grass, feeling the small green blades brush against her fur. Grass smells nice, she thought, her mind in a bit of a daze.
He was more than pleased to go on a patrol with Wrensong. He needed the exercise, and he could brush up on his hunting skills some with a patrol. He looked around the camp, noticing that there weren't too many other SouthClan cats around. "That sounds excellent. Should I try to gather some warriors?" he asked.
It might take him a moment to find them, and many of them were probably still asleep. Some of them were already up and out of the camp, however. Still, if he needed to, he could probably round up a few of them.
Nodding, Wrensong glanced at the dens in which her clanmates slept. "If you can find any... If not, we can go alone. I just want to get out of here! Being a deputy sure is hard work..." Realizing how she could have sounded, Wrensong quickly added, "Oh, but, I mean, it's nothing I can't handle. I'm glad to serve the Clan!"
Wrensong stood and gave a quick bow of her head to Whitemoon, then took a few steps toward the camp exit. "Come and tell me when you're ready, alright?" Once she reached the bramble tunnel, she sat down and eyed the prickly thorns that kept intruders from the camp.
Whitemoon looked around the camp, trying to see if he could find any other cats that they could go hunting with. He peeked into the warriors' den, and saw a few sleeping cats inside. He prodded a couple of them with his paws. "Come on, Wrensong is organizing a hunting party. Get up. We need to go." He heard some annoyed grunts, but he figured he had done the job.
He went back outside and sat down next to Wrensong, who was now near the camp exit. "I've woke a few of the other warriors up. They should be out here any moment." He looked back, still hearing cats complaining about having to wake up. SouthClan had it's fair share of lazy felines.
Lightstep woke up, blinking. She had been prodded rudely on the side by the cat she identified to be Whitemoon. She yawned, stretched until her claws unsheathed. She then got up and continued to stretch. Her tabby fur was lit by the morning sun when she stepped out. She could use the exercise that a hunting patrol would bring. She also enjoyed being outside.
"Good morning, Whitemoon and Wrensong," Lightstep greeted with a purr. She dipped her head in respect to the deputy specifically. "I would love to go on a hunt with you." She stretched once more before looking out towards the exit.
Wrensong stood as she saw Whitemoon return, and gave Lightstep a fond prod on the shoulder when she saw her. "This is great! I suppose no one else will want to get up so early... Shall we go?" She started eagerly to the camp exit, and ducked a bit to make sure to avoid the few thorns that had been missed by the cats clearing the tunnel.
As she came out of the camp, Wrensong let out a content sigh. Small rays of the morning sunlight seemed to fan through the dense branches of the trees above, reflecting off the dew and shining. Looking to Lightstep and Whitemoon, she tilted her head. "Where should we go?"
Pinespring was also woken up by Whitemoon's persuasion, and she rushed out of the den to catch up with the others. She greeted them all with a light purr. "Good morning, everyone. I'd like to join your patrol if you don't mind," she meowed to them. She dipped her head in respect to the deputy of the Clan, and flicked her tail to acknowledge the presence of her fellow warriors.
She was always ready and willing to go out on a patrol, and she found it all very invigorating. It would also give her a chance to perhaps get to know her clanmates better. She'd spoken, of course, to Whitemoon and Lightstep but they weren't cats who she could exactly consider to be close friends. The deputy of the Clan was another cat she'd like to get to know, she didn't know her very well either.
She followed them outside of the camp, and looked up at the trees. "We should probably go into the Dark Forest," she meowed. "There's usually lots of prey there in the undergrowth. They think it's safe there because they can't be seen." But we can smell them, and we'll catch them in no time. One place she didn't want to go was the Burnt Pines. Lightning had struck there, and lightning was one of her greatest fears.
Whitemoon was pleased when Lightstep and Pinespring decided to join them. It meant that he would be alone with three nice she-cats, surely the envy of all the toms because of it. He greeted Pinespring, who was a little bit late to the hunting party. "I'm sorry I woke you up so early," he said to her. He turned to Wrensong, listening to Pinespring suggestion.
"I agree with Pinespring. We could go to the Dark Forest, or we could hunt down near the Burnt Pines, maybe? There's plenty of prey around there right now," he meowed to her. He was unaware about Pinespring's reservations regarding the Burnt Pines, so he casually suggested it not meaning to be cruel or anything.
Lightstep nodded in agreement when it was mentioned that they should go to the Dark Forest. "I've seen plenty of prey out in the Dark Forest, though I do enjoy going to the Burnt Pines. I suppose Wrensong will decide, though," she meowed, turning to the deputy. She also gave a purr of greeting to Pinespring when she came along.
It was going to be a very pleasant patrol, since she wasn't going out hunting with anyone she disliked. Sometimes she was stuck with obnoxious cats, and though Whitemoon sometimes got under the skin of a lot of the warriors, he seemed well behaved today. She knew that everyone else was probably a little bothered by the fact that he had prodded them awake.