RiverClan Patrol {Mosspaw/whoever}

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true] In a day and time when life had gone crazy, cats were leaving their Clans, and Clans were being rebuilt, at least some things were still going well. For example, Mintleaf had come down with a small cold. Nothing big, thank StarClan, but a simple cold that kept her from leading the patrol out to the edge of WindClan's territory. Why was this so good? Well, it meant Icefeather got to avoid going on patrol with her. "I guess we shouldn't cross the border," she mewed to the rest of the patrol, coming to a stop at the edge of the moorlands. "However much I'd like to go over there and tear Hawkfang's ears off." She just didn't understand how any cat could leave RiverClan. How could any cat leave the greatest Clan in the forest? No sane cat. No cat that deserved to live. No cat that deserved to just walk away without a scratch. In Icefeather's mind, this "WindClan" was just a bunch of traitors and nothing more. "What do you smell, Mosspaw?" she asked after a moment. They may be on patrol, but there were always things to be taught. Mosspaw was coming along well, despite Icefeather's skeptical thoughts, but there were always more things to learn. Word Count;; 208 Muse;; Awful x.x Audience;; Mosspaw + Whoever ^.^

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] "I guess we shouldn't cross the border. However much I'd like to go over there and tear Hawkfang's ears off." Mosspaw rolled his eyes and smirked. The she-cat hadn't been happy since the gray tabby had left to help establish WindClan. Though Icefeather was his mentor, the young tom didn't share her opinion on the matter. Other than being fascinated by the return of the fabled Clan, he really didn't have any feelings toward it or the cats who had joined. They were simply another Clan to defend their borders against, nothing more. The only ill feeling against the Clan was that now that they had taken the moor, he'd probably never get to taste rabbit. He was fine with fish, though, so it mattered very little to him. "What do you smell, Mosspaw?" The brown apprentice lifted his muzzle and opened his mouth, drawing the scents of the air in as best he could. Focused as he was, it was highly unlikely that he would break out into a sneezing fit, which was good for the patrol. "WindClan, I guess," he reported, not exactly sure what the scent of the Clan was. There had been cats around, but none of them he recognised from RiverClan or the other two he was used to, "And fox, but I'd say a couple days old. Nothing fresh." Mosspaw was eight moons old now, his battle training and hunting lessons were coming along well. He had to admit, though, his hunting techniques could use a little work. There was the scent of prey in the area. The aroma made his mouth water, but he forced himself to stay on task unless his mentor told him otherwise. Word Count: 283 Audience: Any/Icefeather Comments: None

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Sageflames eyes bounced with amusement. So windclan no longer smelled like a ban of cats from each clan. She took in the scents of the forest, and indeed, they had a distinct scent. Her ears flicked as she listend to the conversaion.

"However much I'd like to go over there and tear Hawkfang's ears off."
"I guess we shouldn't cross the border,"

Sageflame smirked. She couldn't help but laugh at Icefeather's remark. So she wasn't the only one who wanted to tear hawkfang to shreds. That was good news. She didn't want to seem agressive with her intentions."SO I'm not the only one Icefeather." Her tail to the she-cat to let her know she agreed.

"Very good mosspaw. Indeed the fox scent is stale. Do you scent any prey?" She knew Icefeather was his mentor, however, it was always good to get opinions of others. Sageflame took a breath in once more. Rabbit, and water voles, was all she could scent at the moment. She swiped her tongue around her muzzle, realizing she was indeed getting very hungry.

"Wouldn't it just make your day icefeather if we ran into a windclan patrol with Hawkfang on it?" It would be rather Ironic if this was the case, since they were just talking about the tom who left Riverclan to be on the moor."If we could coxe them over, a boarder fight could indeed start..." She stretched and unsheathed her claws."I've been needing to stretch my claws...it's been all to long..." of course she wasn't being serious, but if it were to happen. The irony of it all.

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true] WindClan. Fox. Icefeather sniffed tentatively at the air, and her eyes widened slightly as she realized that she could not scent a montage of ShadowClan, ThunderClan, and RiverClan scents. Instead, there was a single scent, the grassy, earthy scent of the moor, that marked the border. WindClan was, indeed, becoming WindClan. Whatever. Whether they smell like a Clan or not, they're just a bunch of traitors, she thought with an irritated lash of her tail. Maybe that fox'll give them a bit of trouble. As Sageflame asked Mosspaw to smell for prey, Icefeather's light brown gaze drifted across the open moors. She saw, in the distance, rabbits rustling in the short, spiky grass and thrushes fluttering into the sky. But no cats. Well, should she be surprised? With just a few members in a Clan, surely WindClan couldn't be patrolling their entire territory at once. "Wouldn't it just make your day icefeather if we ran into a windclan patrol with Hawkfang on it?" A sneer settled upon the she-cat's fluffy white face, and she glanced at Sageflame eagerly. What great joy she would have if she saw Hawkfang now, leading a little patrol of scrawny, flea-bitten traitors. She wanted nothing more than to cross the border now and seek him out, make him pay for his treachery, but she held back. Ears flattened as she remembered Rookstar's words, and she growled softly, "If Rookstar hadn't given his order, we'd be over there in an instant. But we can't disobey him." She would gladly take up any fight tossed her way, but Icefeather refused to disobey Rookstar's command. To get her mind off WindClan, Icefeather glanced at Mosspaw and mewed, "See if you can follow a scent to some prey on our side of the border. We're on patrol, so we can eat out here." He needed some more hunting training, anyway. And though Icefeather wasn't the kind of cat who liked others sitting in on her training, Sageflame was an exception. Perhaps it was her fellow warrior's clearly-shown dislike of WindClan that softened the icy white she-cat to her. Word Count;; 327 Muse;; ish Audience;; Mosspaw and Sageflame

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] "Very good, Mosspaw. Indeed the fox scent is stale. Do you scent any prey?" The apprentice sniffed the air again and licked his lips hungrily. He could smell aquatic rodents, which was a bit unusual since they were so close to the moor. Maybe they had leafbare dens here, since it got so cold next to the frozen river. There was, however, the slight scent of mouse on the air. "Water voles," he confirmed, "And mouse." With his tail, he motioned toward a stalk of wild wheat just on the WindClan side of the border. He was uninterested in the rabbit scent, since they would probably be accused of trespassing if a passing WindClan patrol caught the scent of hare on their breath, but if that mouse set one whisker across the border... "Wouldn't it just make your day icefeather if we ran into a windclan patrol with Hawkfang on it? If we could coxe them over, a border fight could indeed start... I've been needing to stretch my claws...it's been all to long..." "If Rookstar hadn't given his order, we'd be over there in an instant. But we can't disobey him." Mosspaw growled under his breath. Why in StarClan's name were these she-cats obsessing over this? So Hawkfang was gone, so it was highly unlikely that RiverClan would ever taste rabbit again, so there was a new border to protect. Big deal! There wasn't that much of a difference to Clan life. If anything, it put it back in order, the way it was back in ancient times. He was sure the warrior ancestors of the WindClan cats were pleased and if StarClan let it happen, it must be what they wanted. So let it go already! He wasn't about to speak out against fully ranked warriors, though. Mosspaw still had a lot to learn and he didn't want his mentor angry with him simply because they had differing opinions. He just flicked his ear in annoyance and sat down, waiting for further instructions. "See if you can follow a scent to some prey on our side of the border. We're on patrol, so we can eat out here." At once, Mosspaw lowered his head and turned to the mouse to see if it had crossed over. Sure, he could work to find the water voles, but the mouse was already in sight and it was so much easier for him to sneak up on. Being light had its advantages. Carefully, tentatively, the mouse followed the scent of seeds across the border into RiverClan territory. Mosspaw dropped into a crouch and slowly reached out a paw for another step. Gently, he place his paw into a soft spot on the ground and inched forward, drawing in the sweet scent of prey as he waited for the mouse to keep coming his way. He wouldn't move now until the rodent was at least a tail length away from the border, then he was certain he couldn't be accused of crossing the border. Mosspaw's tail twitched in anticipation. He was a foxlength away from his target now. The mouse scooted forward, unaware. He was downwind, a perfect position. The mouse was too focused on the seeds to look around for danger. One more pawstep... The tom moved forward slowly, eyes zeroed in on his prey. He waited for the mouse to pick up another seed before moving in for the kill. As soon as it chomped into its food, Mosspaw powered forward and sunk his teeth into the chest cavity of the creature. A squeak broke the silence of the forest and the brown cat dropped his kill in surprise. He hadn't broken the neck first! "Fox-dung!" he cursed, knowing that all the prey in the area had probably been alerted by the sound. He picked up his kill and returned to the rest of the patrol. He dropped the vile thing on the ground and slumped down, ears pinned back as he looked at his paws. "Sorry about that," he mewed. 'Probably should have bitten its head off first...' Word Count: 679 Audience: Sageflame and Icefeather Comments: None