dancing through life [closed]

Despite the heat that Greenleaf so often offered the Clans, Nightpaw was ready for today's patrol. She hadn't really interacted much with Willowpaw, but he surely couldn't be that bad. She sat waiting rather impatiently by the exit of camp, knowing that the tom would be there any minute. She'd obviously never admit it out loud, but she was actually rather eager. She'd never been out of camp without a warrior, and even if they found out about the excursion the two were on... It would be a chance to prove that she was ready, of course, to become a warrior. Duh. Perhaps she should have told Willowpaw that she hadn't actually asked if it was okay, but then he was likely to back out, and she was far too excited for that. She knew going out by herself was far too dangerous, so she settling for another apprentice wasn't too horrible.

With a sigh, Willowpaw dragged himself from his nest. He found the greenleaf heat stifling despite his short coat, out on the moors at least the constant breeze would be a relief... Even so, he'd really rather not be going hunting currently. Especially with the constant linger threat of rouges, they had everyone spooked so no one was venturing out alone, not that he was scared it was just... better to be cautious. And listen to Brindlestar's orders... If Brindlestar and Heronfeather had decided it was safe enough... And Nightpaw had said they were on hunting patrol so... So be it.

Willowpaw padded out of the den, calmly stalking over to where Nightpaw waited by the camp entrance with as much poise as his gangly, apprentice legs allowed. He carefully covered up any traces of his anxiety about the patrol, keeping his tail casually low and loose. As he reached Nightpaw he cast a dubious eye over her. "Well, I'm here. Any particular area we're supposed to cover on this patrol?"