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Larkwing sat in the center of camp. Burningstar had just made him deputy and he wasn't entirely sure he was what the clan needed. He was too kind of a cat to be deputy, let alone leader of a dark clan. He looked to the sky, the moon was just beginning to rise and the sun was saying it final farewells with the last rays of light. The silver and white tom wondered if he should organize a hunting patrol on his first night being deputy. He was uncomfortable giving orders to his clanmates and wondered how Burningstar could do it. He was so used to being a part of them that he wasn't prepared to be in charge. He had almost wished his leader had chosen someone more qualified. But if she trusted him enough to be a deputy, then he promised to do his best.
He scanned the camp, deciding perhaps he should try to organize a hunting patrol tonight. The fresh-kill pile was low and needed to be restocked. His fellow clanmates will be awakening and stirring soon. They will be hungry. But who should come with him on this patrol? Maybe he should ask? Raising his voice across the clearing, he tried to sound confident but it only sounded shaking and he was embarrassed, "Anyone want to go on a hunting patrol?" Awkwardness swamped him as he waited for volunteers.
Briarpaw didn't want to go hunting, but she figured she was lazy enough as it was. She should probably help out a little. Still, she didn't offer. If the new deputy wanted her to go on patrol... well, she wouldn't say no, but she wouldn't cheerfully tell him sure!
Briarpaw glanced up at the deputy. She sighed, she'd hoped that Larkwing would just... glance over her. She was good at being invisible. Or they were just good at ignoring the lazy apprentice. "Yes, Larkwing?" she asked with a tilt of her head.
Not particularly. Briarpaw thought. "If you want me to..." she replied, a tad bit salty that he'd asked her to hunt. She had little experience with... well, anything, aside from doing her work only partly.
The apprentice sighed before following the clan deputy. She debated on complaining about something. She snow crunching under her paws, the cold weather, the fact that she was being put to work...
He breathed in the open air of the forest and exhaled, his breath clouding before his muzzle. "What I like about snow mostly is that it makes it easier to find tracks. See?" he pointed to bird tracks in the snow. "These are old tracks. You can tell by the way the tracks are frozen over. If they were fresh, the tracks wouldn't be iced. They would be soft" He looked at the apprentice, "Can you find any fresh prey tracks?"
