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Briskfang laid outside of the warrior's den, listening to the day's patrols as they were assigned and munching on the stiff leg of a rabbit caught the night before. His daughter wasn't awake yet, it was too early, but it seemed someone else would be bringing her food this morning: he had just been placed on a patrol heading out by sunhigh.
The black-and-white warrior rose and slipped into the apprentice's den, nudging Primrosepaw with a paw. The large tom's shoulders nearly scraped the top of the den and he had to bow his head low. "Hey," he told her with an affectionate rumble, "time to start waking up. We're taking a border patrol." His message delivered, he retreated a few steps, then paused to make sure she would wake up. Even if he was her mentor, waking up to see the nasty scar through his lip was not always a kind sight, and he didn't want to startle the young she-cat.
Primrosepaw was sleeping peacefully, and within her dreams she was on a wild chase. Her powerful legs kicked underneath her as she propelled herself faster and faster throughout the forest, her pale green eyes trained on the hare that was currently running from her. In her sleep, her legs shook and twitched, mimicking the movements she was making in her dream.
As soon as she came close to catching her prey, Briskfang's soft voice broke her out of concentration and caused the poor feline to come shooting up from her slumber, her heart racing as she panted. Her body was full of adrenaline, and in her mind, the chase was very real. "Where - where'd it go?!" She asked frantically, looking around the den with her eyes full of surprise. Her hackles were raised, and claws unsheathed. When she finally realized that she was indeed dreaming, she calmed down, her fur coming to rest against her skin.
"Oh, uh, sorry Briskfang... I guess my dream was a little too intense."
He tensed as she leaped to her paws, green eyes narrowing as he prepared her to flinch or attack him, but she seemed preoccupied with a dream instead of with him. As she calmed down, he relaxed slightly as well, sill wary she might make a sudden move and return to her frantic searching. She seemed lucid enough, but he didn't entirely trust in appearances.
"Take a moment to get your head in straight, then I'll meet you outside," Briskfang told her. His voice was not unkind, merely firm: she needed a few moments to herself to wait for her heart to stop racing so they could both move on. He backed out of the den, then paced across the clearing and waited outside with the other member of their patrol - Snowpaw, a half-blind apprentice on the verge of promotion. He blinked nervously up at the powerful warrior and looked ready to start quiver in his pelt. This is going to be a long patrol, Briskfang concluded with a sigh.
Primrosepaw's ears swiveled to pin against the back of her cranium. She couldn't help but to feel she freaked Briskfang out, some how, but nonetheless the apprentice reluctantly got up and shook the moss that dare stuck to her brown tabby fur. Pale green eyes stared out the opening of the den, and with a deep breath, the apprentice's paws moved her forward and out into the sunlight. Her eyes squinted for a moment, having yet to get used to said light, yet when they did, she was met with an amazing sight. Cats bustled about with their daily activities, while others lounged and talked to each other. MoonClan was very much alive and well, despite the Pride recently taking over, and hope began to blossom within her heart. We are strong, She said within the confinements of her brain, and without a word she met up with Briskfang. "Are you ready?" She chirped happily, offering her mentor a goofy smile.
He glanced over as she joined him again, and then he smiled, any stress from the den melted away as if it had never been. He checked with Snowpaw, then nodded and replied, "Let's get going."
Briskfang led the way out of the camp while the apprentice lagged several paces behind the pair. He didn't mind; it would give him an opportunity to speak with Primrosepaw more privately. He beckoned her to his side with a flick of his tail. "We'll be checking the DayClan border first. What do you know about them?" he prompted. He still wasn't sure how necessary it was for them to patrol the borders, given all of their neighbors currently had free access to explore their territory, but at least it would be a good learning experience. He was far from thrilled to have the other cats exploring their land and couldn't wait for the day they had their freedom back.
"Hmm," Primrosepaw pondered for a moment as they walked, and every so often, her gaze would shift over to Snowpaw. She wondered what it was like, to be half-blind, and a part of her felt sorry for him; yet, she knew that he could very well hold his own. Opening her leathery lips, she turned her attention back to Briskfang, "DayClan is led by a feline named Glowstar, who was formerly of Primal Instinct. DayClan is both peaceful and dangerous, and when facing one of their members, you must always be cautious. Their territory consists of fields and meadows." She dipped her head in reply to her own words, remembering what her father, Mahogany, had taught her about them. "I also know as of recent, they've been hunting on our territory due to the Pride, and prey being scarce upon their own territory. My father told me a little about them before we came to MoonClan. I'm afraid that is all I know."
"Good," Briskfang praised with a nod, "that's a very good start. When I was younger, they were a peaceful folk, and we got along well enough... but troubling times change all of us, and I'm afraid they are not as patient as they used to be. You would do well to avoid them, but they are still not as likely to attack you as NightClan. If you get the chance to speak with any of them, be cautious, but know you are safe, and use the opportunity to learn what you can. Know your enemy and you will know their weakness and their strengths."
He moved along the brush naturally, this territory as familiar to him as the back of his paw. "I'll teach you their scent, but you can usually recognize them on sight as well. A cheerful bunch, with bright coats and lean legs."
