a patrol with the assistant deputy {open!}

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth= 0px][justify]Small paws traversed in a rhythmical motion, slowly embedding into the tangle of bramble and gorse as the blue-eyed deputy looked out across the Riverclan province. Cats were coming in and out every entrance, a few sharing tongues and taking in their evening snacks before heading off to do their chores. Swiftpaw didn't need to be told when it was time to gather a patrol, after the morning patrol just coming back a few hours ago, another one needed to be set in place; and with her paws open for the free time, the younger sister of Bearstar was more then available.


    With her lips pressing into a smooth line, the young apprentice aged deputy slowly walked towards the center of camp, flicking her tail for the mere animal amusement before speaking up. "I need a few warriors and apprentices for an evening patrol."


    Gingerly dipping her head before rasping a small pink tongue along her white coated chest, Swiftpaw glanced upward, ears perked as she awaited any reply to her statement. It seemed like only days ago that the assistant deputy had gone off to Stormclan to take revenge on Timberpaw for the death of her best friend's mother, Shatteredvoice. None the less . . . it hadn't gone as expected - and instead, she was forced. Being only about three weeks pregnant, the signs weren't very visible, and Swiftpaw was beginning to doubt holding kits. Of course, she hadn't gone to the Medicine den yet . . . Afraid that her surrogate mother might be upset if she learned the truth. With a small frown quivering at the side of her lips, the blue tortie point glanced downward at her paws.[/justify][/fancypost]

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    "Hello Swiftpaw, Ariapaw!" The voice of the dark brown tabby came from nearby. Padding up to the two young cats, he smiled. "Going on a patrol, I see?" Vinewhip asked, gold eyes focused on Swiftpaw. After being held prisoner by twolegs and not being able to escape for many moons, he felt that it was time that he got to know his clanmates a little more. The tom has gotten his ear torn by one of the kittypets he was fighting with for food, and last night he got three scars on his face, but he decided not to think about what he saw last night, or how he got his minor injuries.

    Ravenwrath (the outsider, her nickname, been tortured all her life, born in thunderclan) padded up. "can i come?"

    Black paws tread across the dark green grass, her paw pads ticked by the blades of grass that she walked upon. The forest the surrounded her and encased her vision with a darkness only found in the forests of RiverClan's land, the she-cat felt an eerie breeze stir the leaves that blocked the sunlight from filtering through.


    As she finally exited the seemingly endless forest, the she-cat continued towards camp until she had entered the loud, bustling place she called home. Her whiskers twitched with amusement as she gazed at the cats coming in and going out of camp, some with worried eyes and others with determined smirks. Ahead she could see apprentices boasting about who had caught the most prey that day while a red tabby queen scolded her kit for running in to Blackpaw.


    After a few moments of observing the life within camp, she spotted her fellow assistant deputy, Swiftpaw, and smiled. It was a good time for an evening patrol. She pushed herself from her sitting position and shook out her short fur before trekking over to the much younger she-cat. "May I join the patrol?" questioned the she-cat, glancing at the newly made warrior, Vinewhip and then allowing her copper eyes to drift back to the shape of Swiftpaw.

    ravenwrath bolted



    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth= 0px][justify]A small smile tugged at the blue tortie point's lips as she flicked her tail in acknowledgment to the cats who quickly approached, glancing from one cat to the others as they spoke up about the possibility of joining the patrol. "Of course, everyone can. The more the better." Swiftpaw purred softly, ears perking as she noticed a black figure out of the corner of her eye. Turning to the side to face the she-cat who was promoted alongside her, the young Assistant deputy nodded her head in greeting. "Hey Neverfall, and of course you can. I was hoping to have three groups of seven or five cats, depending on whose got the time on their paws. The skies have been clearing from the recent tornado, and sis gave me the opportunity to take a look around Windclan to see the destruction . . . if at all."


    With a run of her lips, the apprentice aged assistant deputy glanced out of the corner of her eye as more cats began to appear, ears perking as she turned back towards Neverfall. "I think Gravelstar would want to come, can you stick around and make sure everything is in order while I go get her? I won't be long."[/justify][/fancypost]

    Rage bubbled in the black she-cat, her fur slowly beginning to bristle at the sight of Ravenwrath. "If she is seen on the territory," mewed the assistant deputy, "she is to be killed on spot."


    She felt odd saying those words, but she truly couldn't care less if the disobedient piece of trash was killed or hit by a monster. As long as she kept her filthy paws off of RiverClan and like Bearstar and her had ordered. Turning her calmed copper gaze to face Swiftpaw, the she-cat nodded her head and mewed, "I can stay here and wait."

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8][font=georgia]Seemed Swiftpaw didn't really need her mentor anymore now that Bearstar deemed her fit to be the Assistant Deputy after about two or so months of training.


    Silentwitness was quick to shoo these thoughts out of her mind -- she loved Swiftpaw as a child. "I would be willing to go on this patrol with you, sweetie," the lilac-silver tabby murmured, paws alive from under her. The warrior let a smile replace the thin line that was previously on her maw, her day had been somewhat brightened by this.


    [ Low muse. I apologize about the short post. ]



    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth= 0px][justify]Swiftpaw nodded her thanks, taking a step back before heading towards the forest entrance. Noticing her second mentor, a small smile pierced her lips. "Hey Silentwitness. And sure, thanks; I'm actually going to take care of something, but I'll be back soon." She inquired, flicking her tail before heading off.[/justify][/fancypost]