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"Patrol, patrol, patrol" Hawkshade gleefully and with a wide grin on her face dialogued to herself as she lead her patrol towards the border. The two toms she was assigned with didn't seem all too talkative, Red hadn't spoken yet, and if she hadn't heard him say things before she would have guessed the boy was mute, and Elm seemed all diplomatic and proper and what she was sure others would call "mannered" or whatever, but what in her book as called being a plank of wood. To be fair many in her clan were just as interesting as wood, so maybe he was just average.

"Ah, the good ol' Windclan border." she smiled as said border came into view before glancing back at the others and smirking. "I do wounder if fate has any bunny-prey in store for us." She hadn't really gotten to hunt cats in a while at she missed the oh so sweet taste of blood in her jaws. "If we do find any im calling dibs on both snapping their throat AND getting them for lunch!" These two were talking life WAAAAAAAY too seriously, even judging by the little she had seen. "Any now I bet they'll say either something really boring or really dump" That was usually how things went, she said something, they overreacted, huffed something or were just very... flat. Yes, flat, that was a good word to describe them with.

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"Oh, wow, would you look at that, I was right, what a great surprise..." Yup, her patrolmates were very much very boring. But oh, that would effect what names they got from her. She might just call Elm wood-head, maybe Rad over there..... .... no she wouldn't come up with anything fitting at the moment, maybe just grump-grin? She would have to think about that further.

She stopped to mark the border at one place and was about to move on as an odd, quacking sound reached her. Her pointy ears pricked up and the sharp amber eyes she had been named for searched around. "Geese..." did it have to be geese. They were just sitting, walking and picking in on the ground. Urgh, the looked like fat balls of feathered. But Hawkshade knew very well their beaks and wings, and the amount of them could be a problem if not handled correctly.

She opened her mouth, with the intention to let wood-head and grim-grin know... the ladder of the two stood in a place where he should have been able to see the large birds already. "Was he hoping I would walk right into them...?"She grinned slightly to herself, beginning to like the tom more and more. Anyway. "Well sadly we'll have to deal with those I suppose." she mewed and flickered her tail. "I do believe they if we all charge at once from the same direction and make enough noise they should get scared and just fly away." The fat birds weren't all that smart, and she could easily see the bird flap away, screaming and quacking.

Hawkshade's long tail twitched back and forth in annoyance as she listened to the two toms and their dump opinions. Toms were pretty useless in her opinion, couldn't just everyone be a molly. These two in particular seemed to think as much with their stomachs as with their no-existent brains. But while she usually had plenty of energy to spend on arguments and debates about any given topic, Grim-grin and wood-head were really draining her like a mushrooms on a tree.

"UUUUGH FIIIINE we'll do the BORING option instead and launch a sneak attack and kill one or whatever." But she wasn't gonna eat some dump fat bird. While others went hunting she would return to this border and try to find a little threat for herself. Cats, they tasted oh so much better then birds did. She didn't get her special snack often since the bunnies were starting to shy away from the border more and more.

Dropping her negativity she looked around for a good goose-victim. "Maybe that one" she mewed and waved to a goose who has picking in the ground, probably the one closest o them. The excitement of the hunt already getting on to her she crouched down and narrowed her eyes at they prey. "I'll just go for it's throat real quick and you tow can come and help if it manages to survive it someone my fangs" IF, because she knew her sharp teeth and long claws were reliable when it came to hunting and fighting, and she was itching to draw some blood.

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Really, Shadestorm should know her by now, know to put her on patrols with actually fun and interesting cats, and preferably she-cats, and not two toms who acted as if the only thing that mattered was filling they prey-pile. Patrols were an opportunity to get to know more cats better, and not just hunting or leave some scent mark. With a slightly over-dramatic sigh she rushed over to a good positions or attack. Grim-grin seemed to mutter something but Hawkshade could neither care nor over hear what it was. She took her place and waited impatiently until the two others were in theirs. Now, finally!

With a glitter in her eyes and a yowl she shot out and aimed for the goose, she was just about attack it with her claws when.... Grim-grin leaped just in front of her and she could clearly hear the crack as he broke on of it's wing. She didn't find it a little rude for him to just come like that, but he did leave an perfect spot for a bite. Seeing her chance she dove down and planted her jaws around it's neck. A wide grin spread across her face as she could feel thick, warm blood trickle out, and drip down her teeth and muzzle.

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~ Shadestorm | @Xmas Ang @Naiad | Short post bc im bussy, but thought i'd start instead |

The large tabby stalked towards the border. Wolfwhisper was apparently not around so he had taken it upon himself to lead the patrol in his place. It was moon since he had been on one like this, and honestly he had almost forgotten hoe it felt. He could remember the flock of geese his patrol had encountered last time. Meadowpaw, his former apprentice had killed one of them then.

Shaking his head as he thought of the disappointment she had been other wise she marked the border, almost stumbling over a few bones on the ground. He band down and sniffed at them, frowning. Because bones weren't usually left like this, this clean.

~ Shadestorm | @Xmas Ang @Naiad | Edit: I requested more time from myself, I said we can have until the 30th, sorry for the long waits between replies |

The large tom was afraid of few things, and these dump bones weren't one of them, but they did leave him with an uneasy feeling. A slight growl of irritation, why did things always happen on patrols. Sure, new things could be fun, exacting, but some times normal life sounded fine as well.

"I don't know, they are very clean and with little to know scent on them. My theory is that someone left their meal here a while back, it went unnoticed and insects slowly cleaned up what little was left." Though he didn't know why someone would find it wise to leave thins here, or even come here in the first place, hadn't the news of Shadowclan's strength spread far enough for others to have the sense to stay away. Maybe whoever it was had just been stupid, and quick enough not to be caught. Well, he wouldn't let that happened again. He made a mental note to send stringer patrols here, and patrols who would do their job. Though... the last patrol here had been lead by Hawkshade, his former apprentice. She was usually every sharp in her senses, would she really have missed something like this? But in her defense they had been busy getting rid of the geese.

"Let's just finish marking this, I'll make sure to send strong patrols here in the future just encase, but if we don't hurry we'll be late soon." And a patrol lead by him was never late. He continued marking the border.