[i][center][h1][color=#8b7d6b]Brambletail[/color]: WillowClan Camp[/h1][/center][/i]

Brambletail suddenly, with hardly a glimmer of lethargy, such that it was hard to tell if he had been sleeping at all. He delicately stepped down to clearing, his white paws daintily stepping between patches of snow for better footing and comfort. His amber eyes glimmered in the sunlight as they made sure everything was as it should be. Maplestream wasn't here. Hopefully nothing bad had happened to them, it would be bad if something had snuck into the camp. The smell and lack of prints made that seem unlikely, but not impossible. Even if they had, they'd be long gone by now, though he might take a look around later just in case. The tiny kill pile made Brambletail twitch his nose, it was a bit disappointing, but conditions were quite bad. Upon hearing what Fernstar wanted he carefully went to the edge of the small camp, resting his haunches a snow free patch of sunlight.

Moments later Stormheart and Hawkpaw arrived, the former with a demeanor that attempted to match his own and the latter bounding with reckless energy. [color=#8b7d6b]"Nothing of note, but that's no reason to relax."[/color] Brambletail said, his tone guiding but not quite authoritative. Hawkpaw's enthusiastic greeting was merely met with a brief nod. [color=#8b7d6b]"Lead the way."[/color] Brambletail hadn't really understand the need for marking territory initially, but it seemed it had its uses in a Clan so he went along with it. Brambletail could manage something like this fine, but Fernstar had the right idea making Stormheart lead, that cat just needed more confidence. As opposed to Hawkpaw, who could probably use less. Ah well, this was the point of a Clan wasn't it?