He'd gone on and let it be known before he left camp that he was heading for patrol and anyone that wanted to could join him. He usually would pick, but today he had felt spontaneous and so left it to the clan to decide who wanted to get out for awhile. With Newleaf melting away all of leafbare's snow the trails needed to be rerun and the scent markers needed to be relain. Newleaf meant new journeys and trials, and also a fresh start to many things. Silverstar wanted to start it out right, and keep himself on track as leader. He'd been so distracted by leafbare and her beauty, and his smitten distraction had kept him from several tasks normally required of a leader. He felt as though he could get better about that, and was now taking himself to task.
And so he stopped near the river and waited to see who would join him, no other method to his madness other than to give his clanmates some exercise and run off some of the energy. If he had some come with him with more than excess energy, he'd take them swimming. Sounded like a wonderful plan, actually.
Newleaf was well and truly here, and Fernpaw was relishing the warmer weather. Hunting and fishing were easier, patrols still a bit chilly in the mornings and evenings but far more tolerable than in the deep of winter.
Today’s patrol with Silverstar had been unexpected, the RainClan leader simply announcing it as he strode from the camp, and Fernpaw took a chance that Rushwhisker wouldn’t mind her going with her father as she rose and followed, slowing to a walk when she’d caught up, falling in at Silverstar’s shoulder.
They paused by the river, and the apprentice blinked over at Silverstar before turning her gaze down at the river- checking that there were no fish about before she dabbed a paw into the water. “Are we following the river? Or patrolling somewhere else?” she asked, flicking her paw dry as she glanced back at the tom for his answer.
Quietstream was usually not the type to wander around camp aimlessly, the she cat's every moment had a purpose, a perfectly timing plan laid forth by her brain. Today, however was different and instead of following her carefully laid plan for the day the fawn coloured she cat instead decided that she would go for a walk.
It was not her intention to follow Silverstar when he strode through camp, proclaiming he was off on a patrol and despite her usual dislike of company Quietstream decided that she would tag along, Fernpaw, Silverstar's own daughter seemed to have the same idea and before long the younger she cat was dipping her paw into the stream, an inquizivtive look on her face that made the warrioress smile inwardly, fondly remembering her own curiousity as an apprentice.
She greeted both Fernpaw and Silverstar with a curt nod of the head. She did not speak for her words held no worth in the pressense of a leader. great Starclan they did not hold much worth in the pressence of her own sister. Quietstream was known to be shy but polite and unlike her somewhat clumsy sister, Quietstream was definately a elegant cat.
24 Moons, Warrior of RainClan
"No one else can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken, Live your life with arms wide open."