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Foxtrot glared at Plumgaze for a few seceond before turning away and meing to him.
"Right, you sleep in a little longer, and then we can have you and another warrior change out the nursery bedding and medicine cats. We dont have apprentices to do that right now. They're busing hunting."

He nodded to the cats who were up.
"We should head off. I think we could hunt near the Thunderpath. Its been quite latley, so prey might be tempted to come out more near there since we've been scouriung other parts of the territory."

Berrysnow frowned. Missing warriors? Its never a good sign.
"I'm gussing a search party is being organized then? I'd be more than willing to help. We cant speare any warrior at a time like this. I just hope nothing bad has happened..."

"Just kidding." Plumgaze mewed hastily. He shook the dried moss from his pelt and joined the rest, trying to look game for the patrol even though his toes were threatening to freeze. "No need get your fur in a knot." he muttered once Foxtrot's back was turned.

Hunting at the Thunderpath sounded like a good idea. The sun shone weakly through the wispy clouds, yet that brief shine would warm the black Twoleg stuff right up. Mice may be stupid, but even they knew the benefits of basking.

His mouth started to water at the thought of lolling, sunwarmed mouse; he sheepishly licked his lips and looked towards Foxtrot, hoping the deputy wouldn't condemn him to moss duty for his joke.

Twilightblaze watched as her brother toppled over a few cats before stumbling over to her side. She remained silent as Spiderheart explained what was going on to Crashsmoke, waiting until the tom left before whispering to her brother. "He believes it was the work of Shadowclan so we maybe going over there..." As she spoke she hinted to the fact she wasn't only going out of the goodness of her heart. If this was her only chance to get over there damn it she was taking it.

"Your not going to catch anything like that kitten." Midnightflight made his presence known for the first time to the gathering group, moving over to his daughter and licking her face with a purr. "Patrol could always use some extra paws, so we'll both go...Daddy, daughter time." He smiled brightly. He was so proud of her....

Foxtrot flicked his tail to gather the cats, and padded out of camp. Mud was frozen underpaw, causing his pads to scrape againt rocks stuck in the ground. Snowfall wasnt too bad, but it did cling to his paws. His purple eyes scanned the territory. It was quiet...almost ominously quiet. A couple of birdcalls could be heard far off, but other than that, all one could hear was pawsteps in the snow.

He twitched his tail in warning as the patrol began to near the Thunderpath, its now frozen tang reaching his nose. He scented the air carefully, picking out the scent of fresh mouse against that of stale frozen frog.

Berrysnow bounded after Brambleclaw, her colored tail helt at head leavel so her charm didnt drag in the snow. She kept her mouth open, scenting for any trace of Linnetsong. she had to be around here somewhere. For now, she was content with following the others and providing support.

Crescenthallow made a face at the smell of the Thunderpath, well, at least it didn't smell as foreign and strong as it usually did. Keeping her body low to the ground she began to search for any scents of prey as well. Fewd fewd fewd~ She twitched an ear, it was so quiet... The fur on her back laid down flat as she rose for a few moments. Ugh, this felt almost impossible and she just started hunting...

Drifttail had hung back, surprised to see so many others on the dawn hunting patrol. He himself preferred this time, and in fact often volunteered for it. Most of the camp was silent and the world seemed almost fresh and new - though the trampled mix of frozen mud and snow somewhat spoiled the effect. Not to mention he could be up and out of the camp before... Before most other cats.

A soft splash caught his attention and his ears twitched, jaws opening to drink in the smell more clearly. Against the stale scent it was hard to be sure, but he thought that had been a rather more alive frog, and - yes, it wasn't too far behind them. The creature must have thought it was safe and broken cover. He started to make his way toward it, moving carefully to avoid breaking through the crust of ice, then glanced back to see if any of the others had spotted it too. He wasn't the kind of cat to compete for a kill.

Blooddusk followed the rest of the patrol, long since used to the cold bite of ice under paw. The group seemed rather large for an early morning patrol, she thought, then chuckled softly to herself. Despite the complaints, ShadowClan still sent out a large force to replenish the freshkill pile.

She scented the air cautiously, almost unconsciously breaking away from the rest. It would take quite a bit to get the former loner to be used to hunting among other cats. She made sure to stay within sight of the rest, but she crept to the Thunderpath where the stone had eroded away to create little burrows under the Thunderpath. A mouse cautiously peeked out of one and scrambled onto the stone. She grinned and crept towards it.

Blooddusk paused, watching the mouse intently; it had no idea she was there. However, as she sprang, the mouse scurried away. Desperately she scrambled, holding it down with her claws while she bit it quickly. She glanced around, embarrassed that any cat might have seen her near miss. I may not be watched all the time anymore, but I ought to act like it. There's the clan to think of. As she scratched dirt over the freshkill, she peered over the border, ducking as a monster roared past. All seemed quiet--ThunderClan was probably still snoozing in their dens.