A cool mist hung across the grassy hills, dew drops sparkling in the sunlight that crested over the horizon. The warm rays met Smokesteps fur, breaking her focus as the she-cat gave a luxurious stretch. It truly was the perfect day. With a shake, she returned her gaze to the earth, opening her jaws to re-catch the scent she had been tracing. Rabbit. It was stronger than before, and with a flick of her tail, she dropped low. Even with her advantageous limbs, even she had to get quite close to their elusive prey.
It was just noticeable in the long grass, unaware of her presence. With a burst of speed, Smokestep was off, the two in a wild chase that took them speeding across the hills and into the brush where her claws met their mark. Her revelry at the catch however was short lived, as a sharp pain tore its way into her paw, causing her to withdraw with a startled hiss, looking at the thorn embedded deep into her pad.
"Well, that's unfortunate."
Smokestep blinked at the injury, before hopping free from the bramble to make her way to camp, glad for the first time the prey she had snagged was on the small side.

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As morning rose above the silent moors, a lone figure rose from the sandy pit of his nest. The silver hued masculine's orbs blinked as he adjusted to the early day light. The camp was fairly dim still as the sun was barely risen over misty hills and heat had already began to claw its way towards VVindclan. Fogstar stood, shaking out long woolen locks of ashen fur, and began an early morning trek up the Tallstone to examine the camp he called home. As his muscular legs powered his frame up the slick stone, cranium swiveled. Optics of hazy aqua surveyed the land and the felines slumbering underneath. He stayed in position as the sun slithered to illuminate territory underneath him. All was still across the plains except for one familiar face sliding her way into camp, clutching prey in her jaws.
Smokestep.
A small sigh was caught within his jaws causing forehead crimping. Biting the inside of his lip, he hopped off of the stone and padded silently up to the fae. Nodding to her, he blinked once before parting lips to speak. "Hello, Smokestep. I see you had a busy morning." His eyes lingered on the rabbit for moments. Drawing away his gaze to plop down his rump, quickly getting into a comfortable position.

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With her eyes narrowed from the rabbit in her muzzle, it took Smokestep a moment to realize who was talking to her as she entered the camp. Spitting out the prey with a wrinkled muzzle, she gave a few coughs to clear the fur from her throat.
"Fogstar, morning!" A slight wheeze in her voice from inhaling some rogue fluff. Her tail however, waved merrily as she joined him, her own plumy tail coming to rest around her slender paws. Comfy, she turned and blinked at her leader with her usual dreamy expression.
"And it was, well busy enough." she mused slightly, unable to resist turning her face to the sun, giving a content sigh and a quick purr.
"Sometimes an early morning hunt can be all you need for a good day." She tilted her head towards him once more.
"Or for clearing ones mind. Although a good patrol can do that as well." she added as an afterthought.

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Fogstar's large ears perked as she spoke. "Nice rabbit you have there. Easy catch, I would assume, knowing of your capabilities." A slight purr lined his soft-spoken words, bobbing his head slightly with each spoken moment. An ashen plume that counted as his tail wavered through the dry air before curling slight at his paws. "A nice morning may lead to a just as lovely day. Already warming up as I can tell. Gets prey running well." A smile dented his pointed maw as he let a strong sigh slip through his lips. Fog's cranium swiveled to bask his features in the sunlight, eyes clenched close.

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" It wasn't the most difficult catch, but It was young, and the wind was in my favor. " Smokestep bobbed her head slightly at the compliment, not one to flaunt, but also not one to deny her hunting skills. Her gaze followed a bit of fuzz as it drifted through the air in the gentle breeze. "And the prey did seem good, from what I could catch on the wind." She watched as Fogstar close his eyes, and an easy silence fell between them. The clan seemed to be waking slowly today, for in the peaceful times, there was never any rush.
"It's been quiet lately." Smokestep finally spoke while she batted at an ant in momentary distraction, lost in her own world.
"I hope that doesn't mean a storm is brewing." She purred in amusement, turning to look at the cloudless sky.
" I've enjoyed not having to get my fur pulled out except from over zealous kits." She glanced back to Fogstar.
"Although doesn't mean we shouldn't keep our guards up." She rose to her paws. "Feeling up to a patrol? Let the rest of the camp sleep this day in?" a chuckle in her chest. It had been a while since they last traveled the territory together.

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He listened like a unmoving statue as she talked of the luck of her catch. After the peaceful silence, eyelids parted and his warming gaze returned back onto his clanmate. She made a comment on the meek quiet of the clan and surrounding area, and he agreed inside of his head. The clan was still resting out in the open behind the pair, blissfully chasing plump hares in the moonlight and leaping into rabbitholes under the grin of sleepy stars.
As Smokestep made a comment on a storm brewing, amusement drenching her vocals, he let out a laugh. His pearly eyes rose to examine the empty sky, a grin peeking through the sheath of stillness on his features. "If Starclan sent us a storm to form from this beautiful sky, I'd take it as some kind of message." His chuckle sank away and he remained with a slight smile as she talked of kits. "I'd have to agree. You could say I am relieved to know that no little ones will try and have a contest of, "VVho can go the deepest into the bramble path without crying". Those were in my kit days, atleast." Fogstar's face crimped with happiness as the tom thought of the life of a kitten.
Seeing the fae raise to her paws his own legs would push his sleek body from the ground and into a ready position. "I'd love to, Smokestep. A deputy and a leader have to let their clan sleep sometimes." He laughed quietly, glancing over his shoulders at the rest of the cats. "VVhich border would you like to go to? Or, we could just explore around and make sure no badgers are trying to make a new set." Fog chuckled, lips furled like ferns.

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((I have people messaging me about me teaching them Rp, but you guys make ma look like a noob ))

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Breezepaw's eyes slowly opened, she looked at the other apprentices with her blue eyes, she smirked once again she was the first to wake up, she got out of the apprentice's den after treching and letting out a yawn, her paws padded towards the fresh kill pile, and smiled, she took out a small bunny and ate it, he blue eyes searched for her mentor but she noticed they were busy talking to another warrior, she quietly sat down waiting for her mentor to notice her.

((@Cobia do you still want to be Breezepaw's mentor?))

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Smokestep, Fogstar
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Even as Fogstar spoke, Smokestep was slipping from the camp with her tail held high.
"I caught a wiff of badger a few days ago. It hadn't quite reached our territory, but it'd be worth checking around to make sure it hasn't decided our hills make a good home." She shrugged her narrow shoulders, seemingly unpased by the concept.
"Although I almost would welcome it." Her eyes twinkled as she slowed to let Fogstar meet her pace.
"I feel like an elder without being able to practice much." She pounced lightly on a waving blade of grass. Although it may seem kittish to be chasing nothing, one would be hard pressed to tell Smokestep this, especially since it would fall on unconcerned ears.

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FOGSTAR - LEADER OF VVINDCLAN - SEASON: LEAF FALL, ALMOST LEAF BARE. - LOCATION: CAMP - MENTIONS, Meadowpaw, Smokestep.
[OC: Sure, Meadowpaw! Smoke could if she wants or we could both atm while there are no others. and yo, how old is smoke?]
[edit: smoke is meadow's mentor, correct? oops sorry disregard this post lol]

Fogstar turned his head back to see the frame of Smokestep already slipping away. Her words trailed back like mist, clouding his auds and making him stumble a little bit as he stood. His muscular legs powered his iron-hued body after the retreating feline. For a moment at the edge of camp he paused and let cranium swivel. Pearls of sky-blue eyes focused on a familiar figure chowing down on a rabbit. Ah, his apprentice, Meadowpaw.
He heard the comment about not being able to practice much made by Smoke behind him, and a thought clicked in his head. "Meadowpaw." His vocals rang out loudly. "Decide. Come with Smokestep and I to practice patrolling and other skills or stay here and have to do your training at midnight. You have one minute." VVith that, he swiveled on his feet and strided briskly away to catch up to Smokestep. As his frame slithered forwards a slight chuckle rose from his chest. VVhy not scare her a little? After a few moments, he was at his deputy's side once more.
"If you wouldn't mind Meadowpaw coming, that would be great. I could send her away on a hunting mission if you really don't feel like having company. I thought we could try and teach her some basics of being on the moor." He blinked innocently at Smokestep.

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mentions~ Fogstar
Meadowpaw heard his command, finally something to do! She stood up and stretched, shaking her fur out a bit, she had groomed it in boredom, and now, she needed it un-groomed. Groomed fur just felt so weird to Meadowpaw! She didn't know how the other cats could stand it. Meadowpaw hoped they would do some hunting later in the day, she needed extra practice on that. When ever she got close to a rabbit she slowed down, thinking she'd over run it, but then it got away! It was just one of those bad habits you hated but couldn't fix. Though patrol practice was fine too, her first patrol was incredibly exciting, now she found it a bit boring. She rather be hunting and doing battle training! oh well, it should be fun to at least get out of camp for awhile.

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SMOKESTEP, Deputy : SEASON: Almost Leaf Bare. - LOCATION- Territory - MENTIONS, Meadowpaw, Fogstar.
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The words of Fogstar caused Smokestep to pause, and duck her head slightly in short lived embarassment. She hadn't even thought to bring her apprentice along. It was as if the calmness of late had put a pause on all things in the she-cats mind.
"No not at all, I should have thought of that myself." She twitched an ear in apology at her slacking, then straightened just in time for Meadowpaw to reach them. She gave a purr of greeting to the young cat, letting her tail flick just slightly against her shoulder.
"Perfect day for some patrolling. " She mused, beginning to trot forward once again. As much as she enjoyed leisure, sitting still was not her strongest suit. Nose in the air, she le ther jaw part slightly to try and find the trail she had noticed earlier, the trace of badger still lingering in the grass. It was subtle, but Smokestep had faith in her apprentice. With a glance at Fogstar, she slowed.
"Notice anything?" She mewed, not wanting to be too obvious in the lesson.

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FOGSTAR - LEADER OF VVINDCLAN - SEASON: LEAF FALL, ALMOST LEAF BARE. - LOCATION: TERRITORY - MENTIONS, Meadowpaw, Smokestep.

A slight flicker of amusement passed over Fogstar as he saw the emberasment flowing throughout his deputy's actions. "It's quite alright. Might have thought it was a little early in the day to go on a quick...patrol." He mused quietly, trotting slowly so that her apprentice would not need to sprint to keep up with the two larger felines.
Letting his jaws unhinge, winds of sweet and bitter scents flooded into his muth. Badger. Hmph. Faint, but still evident. If his clanmates did not find the location of the maker today, the ash-hued tom would have to look into it later on. Locking eyes with Smokestep his pace slowed to barely slithering forwards. Eyes that resembled pearls of aquatic stone briefly swam over Meadowpaw. He decided to give the learning cat a small bit of a confidence boost. "I'm sure my nose is failing me because I can't scent anything around. I bet you can, though, Meadowpaw. You look like you were born to be doing this patrol."
After speech ended, long feathered tail of pebbles weaved silently behind his rump in gaited patience. Internally, Fogstar was also trying to determine the exact location the badger could possibly be or could have been in to make sure Smokestep and her appie wouldn't fall right into a badger set on accident, but steer around it.

(sorry for a late / rushed post, forgot about homework i needed to do. <3 )

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Rabbitfoot - Mentioning: N/A

The smaller-like she-cat had opened her jaw to yawn as she stretched, letting herself get up as she sauntered out of the den. Due to being too lazy to actually open her eyes, she took a seat on the earthy mush, as she started to groom herself.
It was a fresh day, as her eyes opened to blurriness at first. It was dull. A faint scent had crossed her nose, but Rabbit had ignored it, it was just a simple scent that would lead to one of the Windclan members.
It was still boring. There were no duties assigned to do yet. She shrugged, getting up from her position as she made her way around camp. She had observed every speck of this area or so already.
So Rabbit had just sat down once again as she appeared back into the front of the den.

(*shrug* I just needed to post)

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Meadowpaw - mentions, Smokestep, Fogstar

Meadowpaw trotted up to her mentor enjoying stretching her legs already. "Perfect day indeed! I've been bored out of my mind!" Meadowpaw mewed with a laugh. She followed Smokestep with her tail high, and ears pricked. It'd been so long since she stretched her legs properly. Hopefully this patrol would be more fun than the last. She sniffed the air and shook her head to Smokestep. "Kind of... But I can't really pin what it is. What is that?" She replied to her mentor. Then she tried again becoming more confident at Fogstar's words, "It smells bad," she said wrinkling her nose, then, "Badger?" She asked still a bit unsure. Meadowpaw never had much confidence in her answers, but she figured she should always try anyway. She looked up at the two cats eagerly hoping she'd be right.

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