Owlstar looked down at the empty camp from the Water Stone. Her ears flicked as her eyes gazed up at the night sky. Starclan told me in a dream that I should make this clan and now that I've made it, I just hope it grows large. She let out a sigh as she gazed into the forest. Beyond their territory were other clans such as MushroomClan. She wondered when her clan would grow larger, they still needed a medicine cat. Owlstar could just hope that they wouldn't be attacked before they got one.

Sighing she retired to her den curling up and falling asleep.

Sorry, i changed it

(ooc; you may start roleplaying)

Whitedapple looked at the largest waterfall surrounding Dayclan's territory. "So beautiful." She mewed aloud, her eye's looking at the foam frothing at her feet. She caught a salmon earlier and it was laying beside her in a heap of water. Whitedapple shook her head and clawed at the long grass that disturbed her ear. She pawed a little farther into the fall until the rush hit her back and cleaned it. Fleas flew off and were swallowed by minnows faster than the clapping of thunder on a stormy night. Whitedapple shook herself dry and went back to camp. "Hi, Redroot." she said, flicking her tail affectionately and she dropped her salmon on the fresh-kill pile.

Redroot had been freeing his fur of dirt when Whitedapple came in and deposited her kill. "Hello, Whitedapple. Back from an early hunt, I see?" He chatted, glancing up from his grooming to talk with her. He'd risen earlier, his restless legs causing him a but of trouble. Sleeping was sometimes difficult, when he had so many different things on his mind. Normally he just waited around for his apprentice to rise, then go off and train her. But today it seemed that he would have some company.

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Woodfeather was snoozing away atop the hollow tree that served as the apprentices den, the morning sun warming his pelt. Occasionally a birds cry would cause the deputy to open his eyes and survey the serene camp, but those were few and far in between. Having such a small number of warriors, Woodfeather often gave the two a good amount of time to rest between hunting and border patrols.

"Yeah. How's Leafpaw?" Whitedapple said, taking a seat beside Redroot and pulling of a tick. "You missed it, blind." Whitedapple jokingly mewed. She squished it and cleaned herself off.

Redroot rolled his eyes as she scolded him jokingly, nudging her shoulder with his own. "Hey, my eyesight is just fine!" He quipped with a flick of his tail, his gaze drifting towards the apprentices den as she mentioned Leafpaw. "She's fine, still sleeping like a log, I'll bet." He shrugged, giving her a pointed look. "You shouldn't go off like that on your own, though. Something could happen, and we wouldn't know until Owlstar sent out a patrol."

Owlstar could see the daylight begin to squeeze into her den. She let out a groan of annoyance before she opened her eyes. She squinted against the light and yawned, her mouth opening wide. Stretching the she-cat padded gracefully out of her den. Her tail flicked side to side as she gazed around. She gave her deputy a nod before gazing down at the two warriors she had. Her focus changed as she gazed over at the apprentices den. She let out a faint sigh. The leader was hoping to find more warriors and apprentices. Hopefully she could even find a Medicine cat.

"Woodfeather," She called out to her deputy. "Can you come here." She let a small smile grace her lips addressing her deputy with a sleepy gaze.

"I'll make sure I don't go off by myself next time." Whitedapple mewed, looking at Redroot with pleading eyes and she flicked her tail over Redroot's side. Whitedapple got up and dragged over the fish she caught. "Eat it up before it gets to dry, Redroot." Whitedapple meowed while chewing on a mouse from the fresh-kill pile.

Name: Wisptail
Age: 32 Moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: A sleek black cat with a white tip on his tail
Personality: Most say hes insane, others say he makes sense. His mood changes very quickly, so he does not usually hold up a conversation for long.

(ooc; Accepted you can start roleplaying ^^)

Twitching his ears in the direction of his leaders voice, Woodfeather opened an eye and glanced in her direction lazily. With a huff, he got to his paws and dropped down on to the sandy clearing with a thud. Flexing his broad shoulders with a stretch, the deputy yawned up a storm. Straightening his posture, the tom padded over to Owlstar, his warm amber gaze full of devotion for the she-cat. "What is it?" He asked, glancing around the camp to make sure all was right. Everything seemed okay; if a little barren.

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Redroot let out a distressed noise as she fluffed the fur along his side up with his tail, a playfully sour look on his face. "I just groomed my fur..." He muttered tersely, gazing at the ruffled fur. He was taken aback as Whitedapple told him to eat the fish she'd caught; it was large enough for the both of them to share easily, yet she was eating a mouse for herself. Sheepish, the tom politely declined, "I'm sorry, but I already ate earlier..." He confessed, his playful attitude form earlier all but gone. He truly felt embarrassed; he'd not have eaten if he'd known he was going to have the option of eating fish later in the day.

"Me and you with Whitedapple are going to look around the territory and give it the official all clean. Hopefully find some cats along the way." She smiled warmly at her deputy as she looked at Whitedapple and Redroot with an amused glance. "Maybe theres a budding romance starting as well." She chuckled softly. She then looked back at her deputy. "Are you ready to leave in a few moments?"

"Yes, and sorry for urging you, Redroot." Whitedapple said, covering the fishing in water to help keep it moist. Whitedapple didn't hear what the cat said, but she asked, "Whats so funny?" Whitedapple turned her head to the side, but didn't expect an answer, so she headed to the camp enterance/exit and swished her tail.

Owlstar chuckled once more before she leaped down on the hard sandy floor that was her camp. She looked around and gave an approving nod. "Redroot, watch the camp." She ordered gently as she flicked her tail. "Come on, you're slower than a snail." She purred teasingly at her deputy as she padded after Whitedapple.

Whitedapple nodded her head in agreement, "Owlstar, your deputy is dead because he hasn't moved a tail-length"  she nodded head jokingly and stepped outside the camp.

Owlstar lifted her head back with a rather loud laugh before she flicked her tail hitting her warriors shoulder. "Toms are very lazy." She joked with her as she gazed playfully at her deputy. 

[We need more people D: ]

[I agree]
"Yet the she-cats are the ones that end up with kits. It astounds me." Whitedapple mewed before hearing a patter of feet. She crouched down, very slowly and quietly, then she pounced. "Yes! Caught something for you, Owlstar." Whitedapple meowed, tossing the mouse to her leader's paws.

"Very good, Whitedapple. I thank you very much. I almost forgot I haven't eaten yet." The leader said feeling a little embarrassed as her stomach growled. She leaned down and quickly downed the mouse, buried its remains and gazed at her. "We need to see if we can find anyone else to join Dayclan so keep your eyes open." She said with a gentle smile.

"All of my eyes are open." Whitedapple joked, her ears holding up vole eyes. She nodded her head at Redroot, hoping he noticed her joke.

((ooc; hey rose, redroot is still in camp, not on the patrol))

Woodfeather listened intently as Owlstar relayed the days plans and her suspicions about Redroot and Whitedapple. He let out a chuckle at the latter. He enjoyed conversing with Owlstar. She was very intelligent, and wasn't so bad to look at, if he did say so himself. Woodfeather nodded as she asked him if he was ready. He was about to go collect Whitedapple from Redroot when the she-cat turned towards them and questioned them about their amusement, then pad to the entrance. Well, that made getting her together for the patrol easier.

"Slower than a snail?" Woodfeather exclaimed in mock surprise, feigning a hurt look. "I hope that wasn't a jest at my age." He retorted, smiling to himself as he heaved himself down at the sandy floor of the clearing. Dust settled about his paws as he landed and headed towards the entrance behind Owlstar. He rolled his eyes at Whitedapple's comments, but he knew they were good-natured.

The deputy watched as Whitedapple bounded off and returned with a mouse, hearing her gift it to Owlstar. His gaze drifted up to the treetops, their pelts becoming dappled with sunlight as a light breeze drifted through the leaves above. With a purr rumbling through his chest he then looked around their surroundings, wondering if they'd even find another cat to join their clan.

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Once the small patrol had gone, Redroot shot a curious gaze towards the apprentice den. His apprentice was still, he assumed, sleeping. It seemed to be her favorite pastime. Left at camp with not much to do, the warrior twitched his whiskers boredly.

Once finished the leader looked at her warrior and deputy with a smile. "Alright lets head toward the center of our territory all the way to the other side of our territory." Owlstar mewed before she flicked her tail gently at her Deputy's ears when he finally arrived at her side. She gave him a warm look, one that was only for him, before she looked at Whitedapple. "Whitedapple you may lead this patrol." Owlstar then began to look around a small purr erupted in the leaders throat when she saw how beautiful DayClans territory was. She then began to sniff for any off scents, fresh or stale. She wanted to know who lived among this forest. Owlstar was hoping if they couldn't attract more members, that this beautiful territory would.

Whitedapple sniffed around, until she scented an unfamiliar fresh cat scent. "Owlstar, can you smell that?" she mewed as she glicked her tail towards the strong scent.

Owlstar's ears twitched as the Warrior snapped her out of her daydreaming. She lifted her nose and sniffed, her pink nose wrinkling and moving side to side with each sniff. The leader gazed around through the under brush and tilted her head wondering who or what is in their territory. "Lets make sure there aren't any badgers or anything that could be dangerous. Then we will focus on the possibility its another cat.." The leaders voice was less friendly as she gave out the order but it meant she was being serious as a leader should be during these times.