There she finally was, not too late at least. He payed no mind to Honeystream's comment, grin and whatever teasing there was. He merely acknowledge her presence with a lazy glance (no nod as she had already gone), then without missing a beat, headed to Cattail pond alongside her.

The familiar road wasn't too long, and with a bit of luck the weather would remain on their side. Gingerfrost headed straight for the pond and, noting that it should be fishable, glanced towards his patrol partner before plopping down with his eyes fixed on the calm water below. He never quite saw the point in remaining in a such a tense crouch when fishing could just as easily be done in a much more comfortable position. And with how cloudy it was, there was little worrying about his shadow alerting any fish of his presence.
The tom's paw was extended at the ready for quite a while before anything came. But as soon as what appeared to be a little perch got close enough, he swiped out with his paw to catch it - While he did manage to scoop the fish out of the water, it wasn't without unintentionally digging his claws in a bit too much and creating a slight mess. Grimacing, Gingerfrost finished the fish off and put it to the side. It certainly had been a while since he last went fishing, guess it showed. But at least he caught it.

[ @Carmela ]

Taking notice of Honeystream, Gingerfrost plopped back down and remained still while she got ready. Right. Most warriors seemed to prefer her technique for fishing, but he just didn't like getting wet. Ironic, for a RiverClan warrior.
It didn't take long for her to add a cleanly caught fish to his own. Figuring the fish might be disturbed enough with two fishers, the ginger warrior got back up to head for some land prey if there happened to be any. He was just about to go, when he heard the molly's question. Why was he aloof? Gingerfrost shrugged, and moved on. He didn't feel like answering, he didn't see any point in doing so. If she thought he is aloof then so be it, Gingerfrost didn't quite care.

Raising his muzzle to sniff the air, he caught wind of a bird not too far down the pond. Well, they were everywhere weren't they? Flicking his tail to bring attention to the bird, Gingerfrost crouched and crept closer. It had been a while since he caught this specific one, but he recognised it still. Before getting too close, he finally remembered to actually level his tail as to not alert it. Seemed like it was still unknowing, however, and taking that chance Gingerfrost leaped out to catch it below his paw and giving a clean last bite to finish his hunt. Picking it up and walking back, finally a bit more awake now, he dropped the blackbird besides the two fish.

"We shouldn't take too long before heading back."
Having glanced up to the dark sky, the tom voiced his thoughts. Really, he didn't want to get caught in any rain. Lazily looking back to Honeystream as he did, he halfly looked to see what she was up to now. Whether she'd noticed or caught anything and such,, The formalities.


[ @Carmela ]

Okay. Well. Seems like his question got ignored and instead was asked something completely unrelated to it. But not unrelated to the patrol. A thin curious crease forming on his brow, Gingerfrost padded forward to look at whatever Honeystream found in the pond.

First and foremost, as he got closer, the warrior took notice of her second catch which was not much cleaner than his first one but whatever.
And secondly, once he leaned to look over the other warrior's shoulder, he saw the tiny black dots darting around. There were so many of them. What were they? Was it some sort of dirt?
Scrunching up his nose, Gingerfrost moved to crouch besides Honeystream. He brought his face closer to the pond, watching the black dots dart a bit further away as he got closer. He watched them for a moment before his tail gave a faint wave in realisation. The tom rose back up, face mostly back to normal but still watching the black dots. There were so many of them.
"Tadpoles."
He mumbled, briefly glancing to Honeystream.
"Don't know. Never heard of anyone eating them, but haven't heard of it being dangerous either. They probably wouldn't fill us up much anyway."

With a last look towards the tadpoles and Honeystream, Gingerfrost considered them done here. They had caught enough prey, and it was getting about time to head back if they didn't want to be late. Which he didn't want. The repercussion would be too much of a bother.
"We should head back, Honeystream. We'll be late otherwise."
The tom meowed, making sure to include her name as to get her attention.
He went to pick up the one fish and bird he'd caught, then slowly started to move to head back. slowly so that the other could catch up once she was done being distracted and curious. Well, for what it was worth, this had at least been one of the better patrols he'd been on. The threat of rain was annoying as well as his dirty fish, but it went smoothly otherwise and who he was on patrol with seemed to at least know how to keep out of trouble, if a bit talkative.


[ @Carmela - Will have him go ahead and report the patrol since they're practically done! ]