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Ravenfur paced at the entrance of the camp.

Well, it wasn't really pacing. It was more like walking two paw steps left, and then two paw steps right again. He was anxious, and his shortened tail twitched. Golden amber eyes burned his surroundings as his serious gaze drifted over the camp, landing at the fresh-kill pile. It was meager for newleaf. There were a couple mice, a thrush and a sparrow. It was alright, but Ravenfur needed to lead a patrol out, preferably .. now.

He had woken up early, as usual, and caught the thrush and a mouse, but that had been quite a while ago. While he was stalking through the undergrowth, he had heard the yowl of a twoleg in the distance. Unnerved and cautious by nature, the deputy had taken his prey back to camp. The black tom bared his fangs in frustration. His cats were being taken - and they could do nothing about it!

Not alone, at least.

Ravenfur did not want to ask the other clans, but if it came to that, he would abide by Snakestar's decision. The safety of his clan mates was of the utmost importance. Perhaps it was just his pride and made him hesitant to ask for help. ShadowClan had always been strong, and Ravenfur wanted it to stay strong. Shaking his head slightly, the average sized tom padded over to the entrance to camp, and then faced inward. His mew was not loud, but it was firm and serious, "I need some cats to go on a hunting patrol with me," he said plainly, "but only come if you can stay alert while hunting." The last bit of his request was more serious. He wanted to have a group hunting so they would be less likely to run into one of the silver webbed traps the twolegs had set up.

The deputy's ear flicked, somewhat impatiently. The clan needed food, and he needed able cats to go with him. Ones who weren't afraid of what lay beyond the camp, despite the danger.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] whitewing ( WORDS ) 409 ( TAGGED ) RAVENFUR&OPEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE It had been a surprisingly easy day for Whitewing; she had not been picked for morning border patrol, and there was hardly any need for her to go on a hunting patrol just yet. Even still, knowing it was part of her duty, Whitewing had found herself out of the camp - she had no worries about twoleg traps. She was intelligent, she knew what was part of the forest and what was not in a world she had grown up in for 37 moons! She would tut at any cat that was even so much as nervous about leaving the camp. Even if they had been put under strict rules or not, Whitewing didn’t really take notice. And so in the early afternoon she went out to hunt, ears and nose twitching not only for prey but for two-legs. She may be confident, but she wasn’t stupid. They could be around here. Her hunt was unsuccessful in her opinion - a meagre frog. Leaving the prey on the fresh-kill pile, she made way to the warrior’s den, aiming to rest before getting picked out by the deputy to do something. She had managed to sit for what felt like an hour. Most warriors may have gotten impatient at this point and went to do something of their own accord, but not Whitewing. She was happy to lie and watch the world from inside the den. It was surprisingly quiet however, even with most of the cats being in camp. The word of ShadowClan cats going missing seemed to unnerve most of them. Tch. Whitewing didn’t care for the most part - the ones that had been taken didn’t matter to her personally, and even though they were clanmates, she just felt no reaction towards it. She could hear Ravenfur speaking out for volunteers for something. She poked her head out, curiosity taking over, and saw that he was requesting a hunting patrol. Well, she wasn’t surprised. The fresh kill pile was disastrous. She slid out of the den and stretched, rump in the air, before making her way towards Ravenfur. Again, knowing it was her duty - and the fact that she had done near to nothing all day - she thought it would be good to volunteer. “I’ll come, Ravenfur,” she stated, stopping beside him. She was secure in her knowledge of these odd two-leg traps, and she was definitely awake and alert enough to spot them. Whitewing felt she would be a good asset, even if others would disagree. haha so apparently this template makes everything lowercase. welp.

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

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He was concerned, in many ways, about the traps the twolegs were leaving behind for himself and his clanmates. If they were messed with, Twolegs could become fierce creatures, fitted with an array of weapons. Just the sound of their monsters sent shivers down Lichensmoke's spine, but the invasion going on currently in their territory was completely unacceptable; especially because precious warriors were being taken, kidnapped, while simply hunting or going about their business in ShadowClan's marshy territory.

His bright green gaze watched his clanmates carefully from where he sat just outside the warrior's den, grooming his ears with the back of his paws and getting the leftover pieces of his nest out of his fur. The male warrior typically wasn't that picky when it came to his appearance, and, as the scent of anxiousness mixed with a small bit of musk hit his nostrils, Lichensmoke looked carefully across the camp, spotting the deputy, Ravenfur, in a matter of seconds.

"I need some cats to go on a hunting patrol with me,

[/i]" Immediately, Lichensmoke's ears perked up, standing up as the deputy continued. "but only come if you can stay alert while hunting.[/i]" As if mentally reviewing his capability to remain alert, Lichensmoke nodded before padding forward to meet his deputy. Before he could meet the other tom, a she-cat stepped forth, volunteering before him. "I'll come Ravenfur.[/i]" She said as she stood next to him. Lichensmoke took the next moment to make his way to the deputy. "I'll come too, if you trust my hunting." Were his words, spoken evenly as he dipped his head with respect to their deputy, his expression remaining neutral.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/size][/size]

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raccoonwhisker's breath was hot and heavy on her lips. her chest rose and fell steadily, and though she laid still, it was evident by the she-cats piercing gaze that she couldn't be further from sleep. her mind raced with questions that she couldn't answer, doubts about the future of her clan, of her life itself. she was fretful, and it was clear in her honey eyes as they darted from place to place around camp, mimicking her train of thought. her short cinnamon fur ruffled instantly when she caught the voice of ravenfur on the breeze. the ebony tom was a few foxlengths away from her, closer to the entrance of camp, and raccoonwhisker's tail began to flick as she watched the tom pace. as she retracted her claws back into their sheathes to stand and address her deputy, raccoonwhisker cleared her throat quietly. "count me in." she meowed confidently, scanning her clanmates over. any one of them could be caught while they were out. every cat that left camp was in danger, and the warrior was glad to see at least that no younger clan members had volunteered yet. raccoonwhisker was not very familiar with most of the cats in the clan, despite having been a part of it for 10 moons. being as sketchy as she was around her comrades, she couldn't blame the others for not reaching out to her. it didn't bother the she-cat much, solidarity was where she was comfortable. as raccoonwhisker looked over the cat that had just approached before her, her tail curled around her paws. he seemed strong enough, regal almost in air. the she-cat to her other side - whitewing, she thought, having noticed the cat prior to today's patrol - however, seemed slightly less capable of battle against a two-leg. raccoonwhisker reminded herself to reserve her judgement, and returned her eyes to those of her deputy, awaiting his instruction.

ooc. my first post in yeaaaars
i'm sorry if it sucks, i'll get better i promise ;o;

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fuck an apology, i'm not sorry for anything
i've been holding back my apathy for far too long !

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gorseclaw hadn't particularly planned on doing anything today; he had spent all day yesterday patrolling and hunting to make up for the missing warriors who were captured by the twolegs with the biggest monsters the clans had ever seen. but alas, ravenfur looked like he could use the company and gorseclaw padded towards the tom, who was shortly accompanied by a few more of his clanmates.

the tom only allowed a small flick of his tail to be his greeting while his dark amber eyes flittered over the cats before him. so it was whitewing, lichensmoke, and raccoonwhisker to be joining them? so be it. not the best lot, but they would do alright. "should we get going then?" he meowed, already slipped through the small group to pad towards the shadowclan entrance.

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tagged: ravenfur, lichensmoke, whitewing, raccoonwhisker!
word count: one-hundred and thirty-three!
notes: sorry for short post, this computer is laggy and i have to watch my words type out and ehhh
lyrics: high regard - the story so far !
credit:NOTHING_PERSONAL @ CAUTION !

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