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[sub][h3][i]Leaving MistClan camp, BirchClan border patrol[/i][/h3][/sub]
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Just as the meeting ended, Silverflight assigned Flamepelt on a border patrol with [color=6ecff6]Rainstripe[/color] and [color=80D1B1]Branchfall[/color], both cats he had once trained with as an apprentice. BirchClan was an interesting choice for Branchfall, though he had already spent over a year with their Clan, rejected from returning to his own after his mentor’s death. Flamepelt knew for certain his sister kept having her doubts about the former BirchClan tom, and wondered if those doubts would ever go away.

At Branchfall’s nudge, he followed out of camp, nodding at his sister over his shoulder. He noticed Branchfall greeting her, as well, probably in an attempt to get on her good side. She always greeted back, polite as ever, but had not once initiated a conversation with the tom that was not concerning their duties.

Flamepelt followed behind Rainstripe and Branchfall, who had attempted to talk to her from in front of her as they walked. It was a nice thing, but it had to be clumsy for him to travel like that. He twitched his whiskers in amusement. They had all learned the sign language for Rainstripe when they were apprentices, but even that way of communication was not the easiest while travelling, especially if it was not something a cat used often. Nevertheless, Branchfall could use more friends in the Clan instead of living with mostly acquaintances. He let them talk, keeping his senses trained on their surroundings as they passed through their territory towards the border.


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[sub][h3][i]Leaving MistClan camp, hunting patrol[/i][/h3][/sub]
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Skypaw's new name echoed between the cats as they approached him and called him by his new name in congratulations. Dawnstep joined in with a few calls of her own, but then turned towards her companions, nodding at Branchfall in greeting. Though the tom was not new in the Clan, and had shared his apprenticeship in MistClan with her and Flamepelt, she did not yet feel like he was her Clanmate. Sure, he did all the duties as any warrior, but it did not feel like his heart was quite in it. Could she ever rely on him in battle? Especially against his old Clan, or even worse - his kin? He had not shown any signs of disloyalty, but his connection to a rival Clan paired with his behaviour left her suspicious. The loners they had in MistClan at least had no prior connections to groups of cats they might battle anytime. She did not really believe he was the murderer of all those cats, though... at least not his mentor.

She pricked her ears as Silverflight ordered her to go hunting with [color=00CED1]Froststorm[/color] and her apprentice, [color=919191]Nightpaw[/color]. Moments later, the apprentice appeared by her side, asking, [color=919191]"Where're we going to go hunting?"[/color]

Dawnstep swivelled her head towards Nightpaw. The young tom clearly expected her to lead the hunting patrol, though his mentor was his mentor, as well as older and more experienced than Dawnstep. [color=ffc6a6]"We could try going more into the forest towards BirchClan, keep an eye on our patrol from a distance."[/color] She glanced at the members of the patrol assigned for that border. [color=ffc6a6]"Silverflight did say Irisstar was in a foul mood, so we’ll have to make sure we’re not too close so they don’t feel threatened. However, we could be needed if they come across a hostile BirchClan patrol. But we’ll also keep away from the Oak Dens. How’s that sound?"[/color] She did not feel like getting her paws too wet in the ever colder water of leaf-fall, and rather wished for a bird or squirrel or an unlucky mouse that might have found its way over the border.

Also, she was keen to watch Branchfall on his old Clan’s border. What if they met a patrol? She knew his old Clan did not want him back, but how did the tom feel about that? He had tried to go back once, after all. She waved her tail at him and Flamepelt as they followed Rainstripe out of camp, greeting her on their way, then called for Froststorm before heading out herself, shaking off the droplets of dew that tried to soak her fur on her way out.


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