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Rosebriar had just broken out of her oddly philosophical thinking when she saw the bright flash of a grin. Turning her head, she saw Onewhisker, who had padded up to her without her noticing. She didn't know him very well; he was large, towering over her since she was on the smaller side, though she wasn't too small, at least. His long ears looked a bit funny on his head, but otherwise, he looked fine. Wanting to look more presentable, she stood up a little straighter, her leaf-green gaze roaming the clearing. Seriously, where was the rest of the patrol? Especially Dawnfeather? She was supposed to be the patrol leader, after all.
Onewhisker began to speak to her, and she turned her dark red-orange head toward him. She gave a slight nod at his words.
"Yes, we haven't talked formally yet. Although I have seen you around camp," was all she meowed. Did he like her? Did he find her pretty?
He'd better. I'm the prettiest she-cat in all of WindClan! Although if he liked her in that way, she probably wouldn't want to go out with a tom like him. He wasn't bad-looking, by any means, he just didn't seem right for her.
Since the gray-and-white tom had sat down, Rosebriar decided to sit as well. Curling her elegantly bushy tail - with the beautiful cream-colored stripe running down the top of it - over her sturdier-looking paws, she looked around the clearing for the other two members of their patrol. They didn't have all day! Just because Twilightstar was a bit behind on them didn't mean that everyone got to be lazy. In the corner of her eye, she could see Onewhisker eyeing her. Nonchalantly, she gave her fluffy white chest fur a few quick licks. Glancing at him since it was getting a bit weird, she also noticed that, like her, he was keeping one eye on his companion while looking out for the others. The tom seemed weirdly... cheerful? His tail was flicking in a sort of light-hearted manner, while the only tail-flicking Rosebriar would be doing was one of impatience.
At one point, the she-cat stood up, and after giving her shoulder fur a few more licks, she meowed,
"Well, if they don't get here soon, then we may have to leave without them. I don't want to be late!" If only she could go on one successful patrol. Her previous one... hadn't gone so well, to say the least. That stupid Fernpaw had trespassed on ShadowClan territory, and then they'd been attacked by a dog. She had to admit, him getting flung had been a bit satisfying, especially since he'd been being such a furball. Yet she had still stood in front of him and protected him before fleeing with the rest of the patrol. See? She was a good cat! It was just nice to see some justice served.