IN THE HALL OF FAME / open, hunting patrol

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    Littlepaw was pretty excited that he'd be off and on his first hunting patrol. He was ready to be a use in Skyclan for once rather than be a straggling apprentice exploring hours of light away. The sun's warmth filled the camp, but despite that, leafbare's chilly weather still had its hold. A warrior was organizing a hunting patrol for sun-high. He'd be in this one! And with just a couple of more cats, they'd be off and hunting!



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    ➤ Silentsong padded stiffly towards the forming patrol, her moderately long calico fur bristling with nerve. It had been a while since she had been hunting - her interest had peaked more towards the interrelations between clans. Now that some of the drama was dying down, she'd try to slip back into the everyday and simple necessities of clan life.


    "Hello." she initiated conversation in the direction of the apprentice.

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    ➤ unfortunately, silentsong's interest had shifted from the apprentice to the newly arrived warrior before littlepaw was given a chance to respond. emerald optics piercing the frigid air, she spun to face pebblestep.


    before speaking, she offered a small smile of a greeting. "salutations." the feline spoke plainly, attempting to chase away her boredom by the initiation of conversation.

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    Littlepaw perked up when Silentsong had greeted him. "Err, hi!" he squeaked up bashfully. The apprentice had his gaze on the ground once the warrior shifted attention from the small apprentice to the other warrior. It was about enough people to set off for hunting. He took note of that. But for now, an awkward conversation would continue in the meantime. Littlepaw wouldn't really speak in the meantime. After all, it would have been quite rude if he interrupted the flow of the conversation. "I, umm, think this should be enough?" he pointed out reluctantly. He noted that the two seemed ready and raring to go hunting. The enthusiasm would be great for hunting.



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    ➤ silentsong nodded quietly to littlepaw's remark. "yes. let's set out, then. the calico shecat stood and began to walk from the camp entrance.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 500px;text-align:justify;]Littlepaw's eyes lit up when the she-cat declared that the hunting patrol would start. The apprentice's worries frown grew to a small smile. The apprentice would be off on his first hunting patrol. Littlepaw glanced back at Pebblestep, gesturing for the warrior to come along. Littlepaw looked forward, setting off at a brisk pace in an attempt to catch up with Silentsong. "What d'ya think we'll catch today?" he asked the calico warrior. The apprentice's gaze was focused on the trees around them. It was quite the place, to be honest.




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