Morning hunt, anyone? [open]

[Frozenstar]

It was predawn, time to get the dawn and hunting patrols decided and sent out even though that was mostly up to the deputy, the tan tom wanted to lead the dawn hunting patrol that lovely day. It was leaf-fall, a little chilly like all the mornings he had seen but there was a small yet warm and comforting breeze that picked up across Riverclan's territory ever now and then this same morning. The warm, yet small breeze buffeted his fur every now and then as he stood in camp, waiting for other cats to wake up. It seemed he was the only early riser at the time, however the clan was small and still growing. He had only a handful of cats, not even a medicine cat yet. So as Frozenstar waited, he began to wonder what it was like on Windclan that lovely predawn day. The warm breeze that was brushed through their land every now and then was probably a lot better to catch on the Windclan's moor. However, even with these thoughts, the leader of Riverclan would remain furiously loyal to the cats of Riverclan, his clan.

With a yawn, the tan-tawny leader began to groom his pelt, waiting for any other signs of life to join what would later on be a hunting patrol. Once there were enough cats, but not to many that would throw off the border patrol. He had eat a little before, just to keep up with his strength. A scrawny, small mouse he could easily make up for. That was something that Frozenstar always did, he always saved the plumper and more healthy prey for the Elders, the Kits and the Queens. They needed it more then he did, even though the only Elders currently were his older siblings and there were no kits or queens either. Not yet at least, a lot of things could change in a moons' worth of time. So it was all about patience and waiting, which was something easy for the tan-tawny leader to do. His clan would grow, only with some time.

[Miu]

It wasn't the morning light that had woken Littletrout in the warriors den. It wasn't the annoyingly cheerful songbirds, or the loud kits in the nursery either. The silver and black warrior huffed and sat up as golden light turned his pelt with a radiant glow. His soft, blue eyes took on an almost irridescent hue as he padded out of the den, his shoulders slumped and his tail low. The other day at another patrol he had been caught in a fight with another clan. Although Littletrout had no intention of letting it escalate to that. He had attacked a younger cat for calling him and apprentice. Littletrout caught himself in a small puddle of rain-water, glancing at his own reflection. He saw how small his features were compared to other cats his own age. He was always a small cat but he couldn't help it. His oval shaped head and tall ears were foreign to the other cats. He didn't look like any other cats. He sighed and fluffed up his fur before going over to the prey pile to see if he could grab something to eat. That's when he saw a block of sun sitting a few tail-lengths from him. He was nearly blinded by how brightly it shined and he realized it was Frozenstar, the Riverclan leader. The small warrior meowed and skipped over to the leader.

"Hey, Frozenstar." He bowed his head in respect, before continuing. "I was wondering if I could join the morning patrol? I know i'm not scheduled for it, but I was hoping I could go on anyways?" He perked his tall ears in anticipation, hoping that the leader would allow him to go.

[Frozenstar]

The tan colored leader had stopped grooming his pelt when he had noticed a similar cat pad out of the warrior's den, watching the warrior's movements quietly as he wrapped his tail around his paws. It was the same cat that had almost got in a fight with a different clan cat the day before but luckily, the same warrior had made sure it didn't escalate to that which the leader was quite thankful for.

The Riverclan leader's eyes stayed on the same tom as he padded over towards where the leader sat. Frozenstar then listened quietly as he spoke and gave a respectful dip of his head to the leader. "Sure, I am actually waiting for cats to join me which is why I haven't left by myself yet." He answered with a friendly little tone to his voice. "It's the dawn's hunting patrol." The tan tom explained further.

[Miu]

Littletrout flicked his ears in annoyance. There it was again; cats treating him like an overgrown kit. Did the leader think he was so little that he didn't know what patrol it was? He tried not to show his boiling anger, but the fur on his shoulders started to stand up and his bobbed tail started flicking. Ever since he had become an apprentice he was teased about his small stature, even though he was one of the best fishers in the clan now. The silver and black tom glanced around and saw that Frecklefoot and Cloudypelt were just padding over, so he relaxed. As the two came within earshot his nodded to his oblivious leader.

"Can we go now? I think that's it with the patrol, Frozenstar." He checked the entrance to the camp and could see that it had become darker. His leader tan pelt became golden under the soft moonlight. Frecklefoot glistened a pretty silver. The night was just waiting for them. What was his leader waiting for?

OOC: I introduced the two NPCs. Frecklefoot and Cloudypelt.