i don't wanna be your girl — open, dawn patrol

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    aspenheart wasn't a 'morning person'. then again, who in their right mind was? deep down, the lanky warrior had an unhealthy appreciation for a warm nest full of fresh moss, sleeping in until sunhigh. but she'd been taught, trained, conditioned to ignore those sorts of things.


    every morning, the femme rose from her nest, gave a few half hearted licks to her chest fur, and made her way to the entrance of camp, almost always the first to rise. this morning, of course, was no different. the young molly took a seat, wrapping her tail around her paws, and sent a patient glance toward the rest of the camp. hopefully, her fellow patrol-ee's would join her, and she wouldn't be left waiting in the chilly morning air.

    The early bird catches the worm - or whatever that stupid phrase was.


    Mother had drilled it into his head since he was old enough to speak. Thus, opposite the warriors' den rose Sagethorn, even earlier than his younger siblings. He was already out waking himself up with a couple morning stretches when Aspenheart emerged from the den, to which he cast her a cold green gaze. "A tidbit late, are we this morning, dear sister?" A soft, quiet scoff was given from the brute, as he sat up tall and straight, staring with expectancy.

    she clenched her jaw. sagethorn. arguably one of her least favorite siblings, the warrior wouldn't have minded showing him just how thorny she could be. but fucking up to the degree she had, her mother had taught her a certain degree of obedience towards her kin.


    "sleep well, brother?" she bit out between her teeth, tone cool and polite when she regarded the tom.

    it was no secret that lavenderfur favored sagethorn. he was her good son, her perfect child, her little prince that was perhaps less than little these days. not that she'd ever appreciate him fully as a grown man.


    "manners, aspen." she said, her tone cool, hard as ever as she slipped out of the warriors den, pale eyes regarding the two with a clear favorite. she didn't smile, didn't show any sort of affection towards sagethorn - favorite or not, just existing wasn't enough for lavenderfur. smiles were reserved for victories.


    "i'll be coming." she announced, pointedly choosing a seat beside her son, waiting for others to gather.

    // lowkey could jay meet them when they start heading out and is like 'oh shite'


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    // thats chill! ill just make him be out hunting for someone to bump into lol


    A squirrel disappears in a flash up a tall pine tree and Jayflight snarls lightly, positioning himself below the tree. Waiting. His blue gaze is steely and patient, he's never had a problem with being put on hold ever since Aspenheart. Always thinking they'd moved too quickly and if maybe they'd slowed down they wouldn't be in this mess. The squirrel darts away as his mind spins with thoughts of her. He spits. Damn it.


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    "Very well. A warrior needs his rest to perform properly," came his predictable response, chilly as ever. He took after his mother, only sharing her displeasure with her youngest daughter. Sagethorn would never disobey Lavenderfur; the appearance he held in her eyes meant everything, and praise was like a fresh breath of air after being plunged under water. Therefore, he dipped his head to her in acceptance before raising an expectant brow at Aspenheart. He would, of course, expect her to take charge if she was so determined to call together this patrol.