Wildstorm sat near the camp entrance, as if on guard though her body language conflicted itself. Her eyes appeared listless, as though lost in thought. Shoulders clearly relaxed though she sat tall. The scruffy gray-and-white she-cat was mildly bored. There didn't seem to be much going on after that whole...incident with the fox. Thank the stars that was over with though...what a mess. Honestly, she almost preferred the boredom, but she wouldn't mind getting to fight a fox again. A huff of air escaped her, a slight chuckle. Now her paws itched for a fight that would not come. She turned her attention to the forest outside the camp, senses more alert now.

[OPEN!]

Hemlockleaf sat near the warrior's den, tail wrapped neatly around his paws. Cloverpaw seemed...distance. Difficult to reach. And there wasn't much to teach her at this point so that was...fun. He sighed, eyes flickering lazily about the camp. His mind briefly wondered where Blueberrybird was, but he promptly shoved the thought away. Why would he think of her of all cats?!

@Hushfalls - Blueberrybird is welcome to stumble in! :eyes:

It was a bit late. And yet, here she was, poking her long eared head into the apprentice den, prodding at her apprentice Fishpaw with a paw. "Stealth. Hunting." The enforcer rasped, her tail low behind her. She wondered if she'd be able to go out of camp with an apprentice, but then she remembered she was an enforcer, and could probably go out by herself if she wanted to. Hm. Best not to risk it.

She walked out into the clearing without responding, and immediately sank into whatever shadow was cast by the cedar trees. Hide and seek. A classic. If Fishpaw could find her, she could find prey.