Frog’Star
ShadowClan Camp
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Frog’Star always felt it was part of his duty to wake up early, before most of the clan did. He shifted in his nest, stretching, before bounding out to the open camp area. He made his way to the prey pile, grabbing a small bird to start out the day. It was looking like a beautiful day, the sun hanging just behind some purple clouds. The rest of the sky faded to a deep purple blue, lit by the sun. The whole camp seemed to glow in this wonderful pale color. The air was cool, with damp dew hanging off the pine trees circling the camp. A few patches of mud and water sat around the edges of camp, and Frog’Star already knew there was a high chance of kits getting into them. There may even be some frog bounding about for them to practice hunting on. Frog’Star chuckled to himself as he ate his food. As long as those kits weren’t pouncing on him he would be happy. Their mothers might not appreciate their muddy pelts though.

He finished eating and jumped up to one of the lowest pine branches hanging over the camp. From this perch, the gray leader waited, keeping a watchful eye over the rest of his camp, a calm smile on his face.

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Mink'Tail | ShadowClan Camp | Frog'Star

Mink'Tail quickly rose up. She looked around a little startled as she began to shiver. It was somewhat cold this morning, at least she thought it was. Around her lay other cats, still sleeping. She got up quietly and tiptoed around the sleeping felines before leaving the den. Mink'Tail blinked as the light hit her eyes, it was still fairly early and barely any cat was up. As her eyes got used to the light, she spotted Frog'Star sitting on a low hanging branch.

The dark brown she walked towards the prey pile, grabbing a small mouse while walking past it and trotting to infront of the branch. She let the mouse fall and spoke a small greeting to her leader.

"Good morning Frog'Star. How are you on this fine day?"

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Frog’Star
ShadowClan Camp
Mink’Tail

Frog’Star tilted his head down to look at Mink’Tail, smiling. He was glad another cat was up now, he was starting to feel quite lonely. Mink’Tail especially should help chase away the empty silence of the early morning.

“Good morning Mink’Tail! I am doing quite wonderful in fact, how are you? Excited for some patrols? I personally hope I can get out of camp a little today.”He purred, tail swishing. A day like today would be perfect for a nice patrol around the borders, and Frog’Star couldn’t see a reason any of the other clans would try to start something. Especially with the newfound peace, the tom would expect the other leaders would do their best to keep the peace. That was another reason to join on the patrols. The more border scuffles he can prevent, the less likely another war is to break out between the clans. Unnecessary war causes unnecessary injury, and possible death. All things that threaten Frog’Star’s precious ShadowClan.

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Aspen'paw
ShadowClan Camp

Aspen'paw slowly opened his eyes, blinking slowly in the growing light of the apprentice den. He glanced around at the other sleeping bodies, ears twitching as he listened to the even breathing surrounding him. He quietly rose to his paws, his long fur tangled in moss and leaves, a reminder of his tossing and turning from the night before. His piercing gold eyes narrowed as he stared down at his pelt before digging his muzzle into his fur, picking the objects out.

He stepped out into the light of the morning, the purple clouds turning pink as the sun rose higher and higher. He looked around, noticing the shapes of Frog'star and Mink'tail talking a couple tail lengths away. Aspen'paw let out a yawn, shaking sleep from his mind as he moved towards the fresh kill pile, picking out something small, and walking towards a small coven of leaves and bushes, settling in the middle to eat.

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Mink'Tail
ShadowClan Camp
Frog'Star, Aspen'paw

The she's mood lightened a bit as the friendly tom smiled at her. He was a good leader and always so eager to take care of the clan. Mink'Tail smiled slightly showing her teeth. Frog'Star was right, it looked to become a nice day today. Perhaps she could join a hunting group. Sure she could hunt alone but with friends everything was much better. A rustle told her that another cat had come out from one of the Burrows. Her nose told her it was Aspenpaw.

Mink'Tail tilted her head before she answered the tom.

"Im dking very well Frog'Star and Im glad you do too! Oh it looks like a wonderful day! I sure hope I can go outside to hunt in a group. Maybe I can join a border patrol too. Who would want to sit in camp with this lovely wheather?!"

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Frog’Star
ShadowClan Camp
Mink’Tail ; Aspen’Paw

He tilted his head up to watch Aspen’Paw while Mink’Tail spoke. He stood up, and gracefully leaped down from the tree, though landing heavily on his paws. He gave the speckled she-cat a grin.

“The three of us could head out on a nice dawn walk. The rest of the clan here should be enough to keep it safe if someone dares to attack while we’re gone. That poor apprentice needs some time out as well.” He chuckled. “How does that sound?” He gazed over at the apprentice, who was eating by himself. The tom did look quite lonely, at least to Frog’Star. Hopefully the young cat would jump at an opportunity to patrol and possibly hunt with the two older cats. The leader especially. A nice breeze blew through camp, ruffling the cats’ pelts. Lovely weather indeed.

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Aspen'paw
ShadowClan Camp

The tom jumped at the leader's words, startled. He didn't expect the leader to come up to him, to ask him something. He swallowed the rest of his prey and looked up.

"Oh, uh, yes, I'd like to join." he said softly, his feathery tail falling over his paws. The breeze blew a few fallen leaves into his fur, and he grumpily pulled them out with his teeth.

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Mink'Tail
ShadowClan Camp
Frog'Star, Aspen'paw

The brownish she smiled back at her leader. Kind of him to take a younger apprentice with them, perhaps she should think about letting younger cats join her more often aswell. Although... she preferred to talk to cats of the same or higher standards (excuse me for this but that's her personality ). She rolled her eyes at the thought of the younger tom now coming with them but turned around to him with a smile. She could atleash pretend to like him, right?

"Well, shall we go then? The wheather doesn't look like it will become more gentle."

(+HEY VULTUREEEEE)

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Aspen'paw
ShadowClan Camp

Aspen'paw glanced warily at the she-cat, tail twitching slightly. He knew that she didn't like talking to younger cats; she held herself too highly for that. He only knew that because the other apprentices that tried to talk to her were shut down quickly with a smooth, low growl. He blinked and looked at Frog'star, waiting for them to start the patrol.

(HI OWLLLL)

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Frog’Star
ShadowClan Camp to Territory
Mink’Tail ; Aspen’Paw

Frog’Star nodded to each of the cats.

“Yes, let’s get going!” He turned and trotted briskly out the camp entrance. He hesitated for a moment, deciding which way to go. After glancing back, he decided to head toward the ThunderClan border and the ThunderPath. He picked up the pace again, on high alert for anything that might cross their path. His ears twitched at the birds chattering cheerfully in the trees, and the occasional scent crossed his nose. He ignored most of them, considering them to weak of scent to follow, especially on a trip that wasn’t dedicated to hunting. He was paying attention for just the perfect spot to give Aspen’Paw a quick hunting test. Part of his duty as Leader was to make sure the apprentices were getting their proper training. The leaves rustled loudly in the trees, and Frog’Star started to slow to a natural walking pace. He turned his gaze up to the pine trees, and to the sky beyond. In the space between the trees, he spotted a few thin clouds. As he was looking up, he suddenly stepped on a wet patch of muddy marshy soil. He leaped up, the wet sensation snapping him back to the present. He sniffed a laugh and shook off his paw. He paused and turned to the rest of the small patrol.

“Shall we look for something to hunt?” He offered.

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Aspen'paw
ShadowClan Territory

Aspen'paw looked around, scenting the air as his ears twitched. He knew there were a few birds in the area, and some frogs were hiding in the marshy pools scattered in the underbrush, but he decided to wait to see what everycat else said. He glanced up, seeing a bird hop between branches in a large pine tree. His tail slowly swayed, making no sound against the ground.

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Mink'Tail
ShadowClan Camp
Frog'Star, Aspen'paw

The she trotted after the leader, staying close to his side. Sure they were on their own territory but it was never bad to be aware of one's surroundings, especially when you left camp with the leader. The apprentice seemed to follow them aswell. 'If he just stayed at camp', her tail tip twitched in annoyance as she thought about how much easier the patrol would be without him. Well, now she just had to deal with it. As soon as the ground became muddier her expression changed to one of slight disgust, her paws were irritated at the feeling and she wished to just wash them in a nearby puddle. However she stayed put and just gave a quick nod when Frog'Star asked if they should hunt. 'Oh how fun it would be to have a little fight at the borders...', Mink'Tail zoned off for a second when a bird flew over them. Aspen'paw seemed interested in it, 'well obviously because he was still so young he'd only concentrate on that'.

"Do we split up? I prefer to hunt in groups but it's up to you Frog'Star."

She made no attempt to include Aspen'paw, he was just an apprentice anyways...

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Aspen'paw
ShadowClan Territory

Aspen'paw was jolted out of his reverie at Mink'tail's voice, his gold eyes flicking to the she-cat with a small look of annoyance. If only I could wipe the smirk off her muzzle.. he thought moodily to himself, long claws digging into the muck beneath him. He knew he was going to have to clean his pelt thoroughly when they went back to camp; his long fur made it difficult to patrol, especially when it rained, which it usually did during newleaf.

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Frog’Star
ShadowClan Territory
Mink’Tail & Aspen’Paw

Frog’Star did a little of his own scenting and gazing around, but his attention was quickly brought back to their little group once Mink’Tail spoke. He didn’t answer right away, feeling a little bit of resentment between the warrior and the apprentice. He made a mental note to himself, but brushed it off for now.

“We’ll stay as a group. For now at least. Aspen’Paw, what can you scent? What can you see, or hear? Anything?” He turned to the moody apprentice, holding his head high. He planned to tell Mink’Tail to hunt freely after this quick test for the apprentice. He wanted to have a second opinion on how far the young cat had come in the past few moons. Mink’Tail seemed like a good cat to discuss his progress with. She seemed like a pretty good warrior anyhow. Frog’Star just hoped Aspen’Paw might not be held back by his obsession to keep his pelt nice and clean. The leader was looking for a hint of risk-taking. Recklessness wasn’t good, but too much care can be just as bad. It wasn’t that he had any doubts, it was just good to check in often.

((There we go, sorry… turns out PART of it saved on a different tab… think that was close to what I said? Somehow I already forgot))

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Aspen’paw
ShadowClan Territory

Aspen’paw startled slightly, ears burning hot as he sniffed the air. The scents of birds, frogs, and squirrels filled his senses, and he turned to Frog’star.

“Birds… to the left, frogs down by that pond, and squirrels above us.” he murmured softly, not intending to scare any prey away. He saw the leader’s gaze out of the corner of his eye as he had looked down at his pelt. He thinks I’m more concerned about my pelt… he thought with a flick on his ear. His ears burned even hotter at the thought. He didn’t want his leader to think he didn’t care about anything else, like hunting or repairing the camp! How he wished his pelt was shorter.

“I think the squirrels would be harder to hunt, and they’d warn the other animals before any of us had gotten halfway up the tree… the frogs might be easier, but they could easily slip into the pond… so the birds might work?” he mumbled, lowering his gaze slightly.

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