[h2][center][color=FF0000][i] Right Outside the WillowClan Camp. . .[/i][/color][/center][/h2]
[center][b] Interacting with:[/b] [@Hazelrah] [@The Elvenqueen] [@PrankFox] [@Ambra][/center]
[center] The small cuts from nearby thorn bushes stinging his pelt, the skinny black tom watched the she-cat who was apparently this Clan's leader pad away, with two warriors and the Clan's medicine cat on her tail. He had been listening long enough to know that their leader was traveling with their medicine cat to the Moonpool to receive her nine lives from StarClan. His lips lifted in a silent snarl and his ears flattened against his head in disdain. [color=4169E1][i] StarClan. That bunch of dead mangepelts never helped any cat. Their vague prophecies and empty warnings lead to nothings but destruction. They destroyed us.[/i][/color] Thrashing through the undergrowth, the white she-cat and brown tom reappeared, also covered in scratches and their pelts ruffled. Getting to his paws, he smiled a crooked smile to his patrol mates. [color=4169E1][b]"Good job, both of you. You look like racoons got ahold of you. What did you find out about their territory? I hope something useful."[/b][/color] The she-cat spoke up first, gesturing with her muzzle.[color=A0522D][b]"It looks like they don't cross the loud noisy river on the Western side, or the small dirt thunderpath to the East. Their Northernmost border is hard to tell because of the scent from the river being blown across the land, but I'm sure they will show us shortly."[/b][/color] She whisked her tail behind her in hostile excitement, and turned to face the direction the black tom had been crouching. [color=A0522D][b]"What's going on in their camp?"[/b][/color][color=4169E1][b]"It looks like their leader and medicine cat will be gone for a couple sunrises. That will surely be enough time. The other two Warriors will most likely return before sunset, with another she-cat in tow. From what it sounded like, she's missing. They are short on Warriors and their deputy sounds inexperienced. He will be weak and unsure of himself. As soon as their leader gets past the Southern bounds of their territory, we will go."[/b][/color][/center]
[center] The patrol waited, pacing back and forth watching and listening to the deputy give orders for temporary sleeping arrangements and watched a small tortoiseshell she-cat dash into one den, then out and into another. The deputy and another Warrior were standing guard at the front entrance of the camp, sharing tongues softly. They would surely hear and scent them coming. [color=4169E1][b]"Now."[/b][/color] Determination searing through his pelt, the patrol took off pelting through the undergrowth towards the camp's entrance. Making sure to keep a wildly afraid look in his eyes, they eventually skidded to a halt in front of the two cats guarding the entrance. The black tom shot a fearful glance behind him before turning towards the Clan's deputy. [color=4169E1][b]"We were attacked by racoons! Please you have to help us!"[/b][/color][/center]