Whose up for a patrol??[open]

[Tiger--stripe]

The ginger deputy sat in the middle of the clearing, the risingt sun made even ShadowClan's camp lit slightly more than other days. Brambles surrounded the camp, protecting it from outside touches. She sat on her haunches, tail flickering with a content feeling.

Her pelt was a bit messy, and some moss still hung to her fur, but it looked decent anyways. Her claws sheathed and unsheathed out of boredom. Gingerstep's pale green eyes scanned around for anybody. Everyone else was either still sleeping or already set on dusk patrol today. Gingerstep just wanted to get this over with already.

[&.Shadie//]

The sun rose, a ball of fire lighting the sky with colors of pink and gold. Soft, whispy clouds floated here and there creating a soft ruffled texture. The entrance of the warriors den rustled quietly and the shape of a cat slid out. Her fur was a milky white though one could see the small clumps of moss and traces of dirt, as if she had been out with no time to wash. The onyx colored bars that ran across her pelt sharply contrasted her white fur.

Blue eyes surveying the camp, the she-cat spotted a ginger pelt. It was a nice day, not too hot nor cold. Leaf-fall was always her favorite season. With a quick stretch of her back legs Whiteshadow padded over to the deputy. "Morning" she greeted with a flash of a smile.

[Tiger--stripe]

The ginger deputy saw a flash of white and black. Strange for a cat to have those markings, but was here none the less. It was none other than Whiteshadow, it was kind of expected for her to be here. None the less, Gingerstep gave out a toothy grin.

"Good Morning Whiteshadow, wanna go on patrol today?" The deputy asked quietly. Her head tilted to a side, eyes bright. With hope, this patrol might end up without any troubles. It ThunderClan wanted to argue over the Thunderpath, then it would happen. If rouges were to invade ShadowClan territory, then they would be driven out. Anybody who trespassed even a whisker by ShadowClan were to have their ears clawed off, made sure by deputy of ShadowClan, Gingerstep.

[&.Shadie//]

She tilted her head, the sun's greedy rays warming her pelt and yet irritating her sapphire eyes. It didn't however, stop her from noticing the deputy's glance. Self-consciously Whiteshadow looked away and twitched her tail as she waiting for some snide remark. When no verbal assault came her way she finally turned back to face Gingerstripe. She knew her pelt was weird, vertical bars of inky black markings wasn't completely ordinary, now was it! And yet..this cat was different. Maybe because she was the deputy and whatnot, and was expected to be civilized. Some cats just didn't like her. End of story. Close the book. Instead of a jarring glare she received..well, nothing like that. The warrior felt a burst of respect for this other she-cat.

She, Whiteshadow, had always been teased. Whether it was her pelt, eyes, personality, you name it. But she learned to live off that and instead grow strong. Thoughts, like a forever swarm of bees, almost drowned out Gingerstripe's next words and she hesitated a moment before registering and responding. "..oh, sure" she meowed, returning a smile. With that toothy grin, how could you not smile back? Though even though her face smiled her eyes remained..empty. Like a mask that lacked a person behind it.

"Do you want to wait for anyone else? Or would you just like to patrol now with just us..?" The decision wasn't really hers to make.. nor did she exactly have any intention of making them. "I didn't see anyone else that looked awake enough to catch a sleeping mouse" she teased with a flash of attitude. Her gaze traveled back to the warriors den from which she had come and her slim shoulders moved in an easy shrug.

MUSE// goodgood, was too lazy to do this little footer in my other post :P
STARRING// whiteshadow
SPEECH// 2E0854
WORD COUNT// 302
OOC:// nuffin

[Tiger--stripe]

Her melon eyes glimmered with amusement. Maybe today won't be such a bad one at all. Gingerstep actually found someone she liked to patrol with, more or less have a decent conversation. Even as a deputy, being a bit care-free wasn't bad. It was probably more of a good thing. Clanmates liked to be connected with each other.

Gingerstep shrugged. She wasn't very choice wise. Being the lazy deputy she was, anybody could've really picked which warriors they wanted for patrol. Of course, it had to be evened out. "Beats me, I guess we could either wait and do things like gossip or prod a warrior until he wakes up." She replied casually, thinking about the choices. "Though the latter sounded better, I'd actually like to annoy one of them." The deputy sneered, flicking her tail towards the warrior den.

Gingerstep rolled on her back in a nonchalant matter, the bright ness of the sun causing her to to close her eyes. "Anybody awake enough to catch a dead mouse would be better." She retorted sharply with sarcasm. Wait, did that even make sense...? Gingerstep wondered. It probably wasn't very amusing either. Keeping up with a conversation wasn't one of her best attributes, her attention span was quite short.

[&.Shadie//]

With a small nod the warrior regarded the other cat. She wasn't bad, Whiteshadow concluded.

A small flicker of movement above caught her attention and drew her eyes up and saw a quick flying sparrow before it disappeared into the dark pine forest. It was a pretty bird, brown and speckled. Probably looked better in the fresh-kill pile.

Turning her attention back to the conversation she resisted letting out a sigh of annoyance. Yet again, she almost missed the deputy's words. "...things like gossip or prod a warrior until he wakes up." Whiteshadow twitched her whiskers. Never before had she actually gossiped, she never had grown close enough to a cat like that. "Prodding the warriors? Sounds like fun" she meowed. "Imagine their faces when we go up to them, waking them up!" In her dark blue eyes a small spark of life lit up, like the last breath of an ember. It was gone just as quickly as it had came but in truth she had actually felt something close to happiness.

Whiteshadow blinked, not knowing what she meant. Something about a dead mouse? But then it wouldn't be very tasty. But just by the way Gingerstep said those sarcastic words made her laugh in a quiet, subtle way. "I'm glad.. how you can have a conversation with me and not just be like another mindless cat and not know what to say" she murmured with a sly grin. "Too many cats I know will say something about the weather and walk off"

MUSE// hm,.. procrastinating homework so not the best
STARRING// whiteshadow
SPEECH// 2E0854
WORD COUNT// 271
OOC:// poor whiteshadow, her bio was deleted

[icey]

OOC// -poofs in- Now Icey feels guilty all over again. >.<

BIC// The lone figure of a slender tabby cat was hidden in the depths of the shadows. Even though the rays of sunlight was beginning to pour over the whole camp, there was still some patches where the light couldn't reach. The few beams of sunlight that managed to make it's way here reflected off her yellow eyes, the pair disappearing and reappearing again with every blink. Honeythorn was watching the pair with amusement lighting up in her eyes. The morning air felt crisp and drops of dew rested on the grass.

The she-cat's been here even before the bright ball of fire lit up the sky. She loved mornings, and how the sky seemed to change from a dark navy blue to a beautiful mixture of violet, red, golden, and a touch of baby blue. It was an impressive sight at the least.

This wasn't a daily routine, but the ShadowClanner still tried to come outside with every chance. There was something with mornings that seemed to make everything seem more peaceful and quiet. Maybe the distant silhouettes of trees, or the soft wisps of clouds lazily drifting in the sky.

The warrior tried to muffle a yawn with no success. Fangs, as sharp as ever, poked out as she opened her mouth into a wide yawn. The brown tabby slipped out of the shadows, and with a brief stretch she greeted the two cats with a dip of her head.

"Good morning, Gingerstep, Whiteshadow."

She mewed with a nod. Honeythorn didn't really care about the unusual markings on Whiteshadow's pelt, considering it as something not of much importance. Besides, she's seen worst.

[<i'm a myth i'm a legend>]

The black pelt was more used to coming out in the dead of night when it could blend into the murky darkness and not be seen by those of fickle eye. His own eyes scanned the clearing - it was empty. The day was young and those apprentices could do with a whipping and sending out a hunting patrol. Blackstar twitched his whiskers. Gingerstep was doing a good job. He was glad he picked her - she was just ten moons shy of his own fifty five moon age, but Blackstar would live as long as he wanted. He still had all nine lives, so there was nout to worry about. The images of his inguration as leader flashed through his mind again, and he screwed up his eyes and pulled his chin towards his chest.

He'd told no one about it - the medicine cat, his deputy, not even his mate. The leader still had nightmares about that night, that terrifying night when the darkest cats of the forest came to him and made him a leader with nine dark lives of DarkClan, rather than the nine lives others would have received from StarClan. It harrowed him deeply - what if it was a message sent by StarClan that he was never to lead the clan in the first place, because he murdered Gorsetail? Or did the Dark Forest have other plans for him, plans, big plans.

Pulling his mind away from those harrowing thoughts, the tom padded towards the she-cats. He did not force a grin, no. The usual scowl held it's throne upon the leader's scar-riddled face, his hard yellow eyes narrowed to the point where one would think he was suspecting the she-cats' of doing some kind of wrong. Whatever it was, his thought train hadn't put him in the greatest of moods. He was in a miserable state - his sleep pattern was more irregular than ever and he was having trouble keeping up with all the growing kits and apprentices.

"Gingerstep, Whiteshadow, Honeythorn." he said their names with a slight undertone of contempt - why? Well, perhaps it was because none of the three had very 'ShadowClan' names. Names from ShadowClan were like Raggedfur, Tornear and Brokentail. Not 'Gingerstep' or 'Whiteshadow', and especially NOT 'Honeythorn'. Names like that made his fur stand on end - Honey, pah. Such an un-scary sounding name. Names in ShadowClan had to strike fear into the heart of other cats. Sure, the thorn bit made it sound kind of creepy, but... Honeythorn? Jeez, Yarrowstar must have been getting on then.

[yeah, he doesn't personally hate you guys he just dislikes your 'un-scary' sounding names xD]

[Tiger--stripe]

Gingerstep lightened up at the two more warriors walking out of the den, well, a leader and a warrior. It'd be better if she could see some lazy apprentices coming out. "Up for a patrol Honeythorn?" The ginger deputy asked curiously. It was amazing as how the light comes out so quickly. The sky was now filled with blue, purples, pinks, and other hues she couldn't name at the moment.

Contrary to the general group's mood, Blackstar seemed to be in a foul one, miserable and tired. The reason unknowings to her, or anybody else. Couldn't he trust his very own deputy some more? Gingerstep finished her mini rant, and paid some attention back to the two warriors and the leader in front of her. Might as well ask right now, "Do you wanna go on the patrol too Blackstar?" Whiteshadow was right, it felt good to talk to other members for once.

She could see the leader coming towards her. Yeesh, a patrol made up of three she-cats and a tom? And a clan leader at that? ShadowClan's tom-cats must be more of lazy bums than in other clans. It adds to even more with the apprentices, seeing none of them at the moment. Gingerstep could even swear that she can hear some soft snores from the apprentice den.

[icey]

The honey-coloured eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, their owner trying to mask a frown of annoyance that was slowly beginning to creep onto her face. A scowl toyed around at the corner of her muzzle, though the she-cat did her best to cover that up. Honeythorn could clearly detect the bitterness in her leaders voice. She acknowledged his arrival with a slight dip of head, but somewhat ignored him after that. Whatever was making the ShadowClan tom didn't seem like anything good, and it's not exactly the best way to start off mornings.

The warrior turned her attention back to the unanswered question, and managed to answer it with a fairly more cheerful tone in her voice. "Of course." Her claws, which fought along side with her for many battles, flexed in and out of the she-cat's paws excitedly at the thought of going on a patrol. They might find something interesting to spark up their dull lives for the past few days. Her mind was taking a sharp turn towards the happier things, attempting to not let Blackstar's fowl mood ruin her day. It was a poor attempt, though.

Honeythorn let her eyes wander towards the apprentice's den, wondering what those apprentices were doing in there. Probably sleeping their lives away, at the least. They're no better than kits." She thought with distaste in her eyes, finally realizing her futile attempts to cheer up her day. So be it. She didn't care anymore about how her day's going to be like, already started off bad and going completely downhill from there.