ɢʜᴏsᴛᴄʟᴀɴ - ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ - [open]

i'm soo sorry i haven't been here ): I'm actually moving in the next couple days, so i've been a little busy with that stuff, but i'm here now for a bit if i can rp anywhere?

Swiftflight turned to look back at Redheart then nodded. "Yes," he answered firmly, thankful she hadn't turned him down because of Twistedpaw. Though his mind told him not to be so mousebrained and stay at camp where it was safe, his heart told him he had to do this, to make up for what he had done, to be a brave warrior. Loyalty to his clan was the most important thing in the tom's mind, and by being scared of the fox before, he felt he had wavered in that loyalty. It would not happen again.

Since we seem a bit short-pawed, i can make another warrior if you want me to. Kinda want to anyways)

[okay cool, thanks :3]

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Antpaw had been listening to Troutstar and his eyes lit up. He rushed up to Redheart and looked at her with pleading eyes. "Please can I go? Please Redheart, this will be my first fight in a long time, and I need to practice my fighting skills." He pleaded. "I cleaned all the dens and brought prey to those who needed it!" He added.

Redheart sighed. "We're not fighting, Antpaw. But yes, you can go." The deputy looked at her apprentice. "Initiating a fight with a fox is not the right way to handle things. We're just chasing it away, unless it's made a den." Redheart prayed to Starclan that there would be no den.

Antpaw sighed, but even still his whiskers twitched with excitement. "Thank you thank you!" He half meowed, half purred. After cleaning nests all day, he was itching to go out of camp, and chasing off a fox was more than he could've hoped for. Looking around camp, he noticed Raggedstrike looking at him, almost as if he was longing to join as well. Antpaw flicked his tail for him to offer to join. The older warrior had helped the apprentice out throughout the day, which caused him to form a small bond with him, which urged him even more to offer to join, but Raggedstrike just shook his head and began cleaning his fur.
The dark tom knew that joining the patrol would help him get on Troutstars good side to possibly be appointed deputy, but he also knew that he was more of a fighter than anything. He'd probably be useless if he went, so he decided not to.

(oh yes of course! Sorry I didn't say it earlier lol)

Redheart looked at her patrol - two whole cats, one injured and one an apprentice. She sighed. "We'll need more cats than just us." And Troutstar can't come with us either. He wouldn't be able to keep up, and what if things got nasty?

(Emp, do you have any more cats other than Raggedstrike available? ;o )

"Thank you, Splashberry." Redhearted mewed to the she-cat. Now... three warriors, including herself, and an apprentice. She was concerned taking so few with her, especially with Swiftflight already hurt. But they should act now, before the scent went too stale. Sighing, Redheart meowed, "We'll wait for just one more cat. But then we have to leave immediately."

Twistedpaw settled herself in the shadows of the elderly log. The young she cat watched the pitiful patrol with an aggravated stare. It was beyond her why they would try something this mouse-brained with such inept cats. She glanced at the herbs at her paws, knowing the possible repercussions for what she was going to do. Her mentor wouldn't be happy, and neither would anyone else in the patrol, either.

"Thank you Whitethorn. We should go before the scent gets stale." Her yellow eyes flashed to Swiftflight. "Try not to lag behind." The deputy turned and waved her tail high in the air, indicating for the others to follow as she made her way out of camp.

Swiftflight gave a curt nod of acknowledgement and followed, limping behind the deputy, though he did his best not to teeter. He would do this, he could. He kept his tail low but head high, not going to show anymore weakness. However, his mind still internally screamed for him to change his mind and not go.

Whitethorn followed along as well, taking up more of the rear, her tail high in the air with delight. She loved to go on patrols and be helpful when she could, since hunting didn't always work out so well for her; anything with stealth was hard. But now, she was happy to tag along. Something nagged her a little, though, but she couldn't figure out what. She looked behind her as they exited camp, but what was she looking for? Nothing seemed to jump out at her...

Redheart looked over her shoulder. "Come on. No lollygagging." She demanded, and sped up her pace to a trot, towards Founder's Field where they had seen the fox. The deputy did not see the medicine cat apprentice following her patrol.

"Sorry," Whitethorn mewed and picked up the pace a little to keep up with the patrol, though she kept glancing over her shoulder from time to time. it felt like something really was off, like if she kept looking back she'd figure out what it was. But, there was never anything there that she noticed with her quick glances.

Swiftflight struggled a little on three paws, but he managed to keep with the group and not fall to the read of the patrol either. So long as he didn't stumble too much and accidentally place his paw on the ground, it wasn't so bad. He still hated being incapacitated like this nevertheless.

Twistedpaw maneuvered the terrain carefully, careful not to try to use her bad paw. She'd learned from making that mistake before, and didn't want to try to push her luck if she landed on it today. She knew she'd be completely incapacitated if she put too much weight on her damaged side. She sighed, keeping the patrols scent carefully.
(Is she gonna get caught by Whitethorn? lol)

Only if you want her to, sweetclover. That's your choice. I'm just trying to make sure you aren't really rping by yourself :3)

Swiftflight broke off from the patrol, but stayed near Splashberry. He knew it would be a bad idea for him to go alone anywhere right now, especially so close to where the fox fight had taken place while it could still be around. He stayed near the other warrior, not super close, but close enough that if anything happened he would have back up right there in an instant.

Whitethorn went off by herself at an angle from the direction the fox had fled. She sniffed along the ground but wasn't close enough to the trail to pick up the scent. Unlike before, she kept her head and tail low now, parting her jaws to better search, but coming up with nothing. "Not over here," she reported so other warriors didn't waste their time in her area.