As the Sun Goes Down {Open}

[waspwhisker]

Speaking
Thinking
Lichenfang

With a slight yawn as he headed into the entrance of camp, the rest of the border patrol split apart, going to different corners of the camp. But Waspwhisker stayed in the entrance, eyes scouring the camp for a friend as the sun began to cast shadows over the camp.

I'm not quite ready to call it a day, the ginger tabby thought, fighting back a yawn as he took a few steps into the camp. Maybe the fresh-kill pile could use a few more fish.

A purr erupted from his throat, tail flicking slightly as the tom looked around ounce more, clearing his throat.

"Hey!" the warrior called, ruffling up his fur as faces turned to him as he spoke aloud. "Anyone up for a quick hunt?"

[Cloudbat]

Duskstorm was restless, true to her name. She'd embarrassed a cat or two, vented an angry moodswing by swiping at a few trees, and paced a bit as she waited for evening. Most of the time the practical part of her would have scoffed at attaching any significance to the time of day for which she was named. But she was in a strange mood.

She smelled the incoming patrol before she saw them, picking out Sootnose, Spottednose, Mottletail and Waspwhisker. Jerk, ditz, meh, and...asking for a hunt. Well, why the heck not?

"I'm your cat, Waspwhisker. I need an excuse to kill something." She smirked; it'd be funny to see how he took that. Still, the long-legged warrior padded up to her striped Clanmate and sat expectantly, orange eyes appearing to glow slightly in the receding light. "So where were you thinking? I'm game for anywhere." Leaf-fall was close, but the nights were still warm and even the river wouldn't be too cold. Maybe some fireflies would be out. Of course, so would raccoons and skunks. But if they were at all smart they wouldn't blatantly attack two healthy warriors.

Wonder what skunk tastes like? Probably terrible.