Patrol// Run with your heart not your paws\\

[susan]

I'm the Warning
To whats Comming

The wind let out a gusty sigh causing a slight ripple in the water, the ripples fanned out causing it to splash up against a bank. The water dipped and turned into prints that littered the shore. It gurgled for a moment as if happy before being washed away back into its mother stream.

The leader of RiverClan watched idly as this display, her green-orange gaze blinking slowly as she thought. She was a little a head of her little group of patrol and was waiting. She would watch the two-legs then take her band around the territory looping back into the RiverClan Camp taking some food along with them.

The leader leaned forward onto he pads of her paws her eyes moving downward. Her eyebrow quirked slightly as she watched a little boat swim with a current. Her head turned slightly as the little boat spun around on an underwater current. The tawny she-cat sniffed then frowned. Human scent...But not recently.. She thought to herself her eyes narrowed again.

With the tightening off her muscles Despairingstar launched herself from the bridge she was standing on onto the mucky shore. Most cats would have complained about getting their paws wet not her, nor the rest of RiverClanners. They where born and bred for water, little puddles likes these didn't bother her much. Desparingstar slunk over closer to the little boat, her head low and her tail twitching. Tentatively she stuck a small paw out and poked the little tug boat. The boat floundered like a new born kitten in water. It spun rapidly its tail catching on a little weed almost causing it to over turn. The feline sniffed again at the boat. Then blinked, a soft merow of laugher escaped her throat. A two-legged's kitten's toy boat. Desparingstar snorted at her stupidity. Before straightening, her head turning slightly to the left as she listened, no Two-legs down here with their odd poles for fishing. She shrugged and bounded back onto the bridge. Her green-orange eyes silted against the bright afternoon sun. Hmm, were are they? she asked herself silently, letting her question be caught on the wind and taken away.

[~Moonflower~]

Mousepelt

~Warrioress of RC~

A creamy brown she-cat looked out through the shadows of the undergrowth, watching every movement. They were near the lake, and Mousepelt wanted to make sure there were no twolegs around. The very though of them made Mousepelt's body quiver. I wish there were no such things as twolegs. Things would be so much easier without them. Her thoughts were her guide. Luckily, since the leaf-bare was ever getting closer, there was not a Twoleg around. They must be in their huge nests... she thought, but she couldn't be sure. Who knew where twolegs went when they weren't bothering with the wild cats' lives?

All around them lay RiverClan territory, and the small patrol that had been sent out. The half-bridge wasn't far away at all, and there stood the RiverClan leader, Despairingstar. The leader had herself examining a small item in the river. It smelled of twoleg; Mousepelt could tell from here because the stench was so horrible. Everything looked normal, and finally, Mousepelt crept out of the bushes stealthily and quietly.

Mousepelt trotted over to her leader. "Any sign of twolegs?" she asked. Her voice was strong and confident, ringing out across the wind, carrying it across the lake and over into the hills of WindClan. The she-cat's eyes turned every which direction searching the area around them. Nothing was out of order, and everything smelled typical and normal, besides the small twoleg toy beside them in the lake. She sensed the answer already. No twolegs had been here within the past three days or so.

[*~Angel~*]

~While the Bracken is known to protect many, it also holds my deep secrets, but what do I do when the flame engulfs it~

Brackenflame

The dark ginger tom felt disgust twist his stomach as he watched his leader fiddle with the little toy. I won't touch anything twolegs have touched! He thought angrily his pelt bristling horrible. Though if a cat were to sniff tentatively they wound smell the distinct scent of fear rolling from his pelt. So much like the ripples, like little waves moving out and away from his body. Away from the source. Then his body began to just slightly quiver, starting slow and hardly noticeable. Though brave on the outside this tom was definitely a coward.

However he finally slowly, and almost cautiously, calmed himself till his fur lay flat, and his ears were pricked forward again. Then carefully pacing each paw forward he made his way over to another fellow warrior and his leader. "I don't think twolegs will be around much longer. Considering its almost leaf-bare and all." He meowed, his voice showing no sense of the fear that had plagued him a moment before. Instead it was almost rapt sounding, quiet and for once he didn't seem suss at all.

[{{♠Dahlia✈}}]

Snowywind

Crunch, crunch, crunch. It was the sound of leaf-bare coming. The lightly fallen snow covered the ground just barely, but it was cold enough to pain Snowywind's paws briefly. Carefully the she-cat lifted her pink nose, twitching her ears as she sniffed the air. Just like each of the patrols members had mentioned, it seemed the twolegs had gone away, snug in their odd nests.

"You're probably right Brackenflame since its already snowing I bet the twolegs wont be around for anytime soon." She meowed softly, her ice blue gaze flickering around. Then she sat, wrapping her thick tail around her paws, her fur fluffing up a little as the frost bit air blew gently. She shivered, hunching her shoulders.