But It's Better if You Do {see inside}

Snowpaw

^{I'm just like everyone else.}

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Snowpaw's eyes quickly switched toward the entrance of the camp when the tabby figure ran out of it. He looked as calm as ever and here we were three of us getting into an argument especially me and that thing of a she-cat. Snowpaw flashed Speckledpaw a glare before nodding to Wolfstar's question. 'Is he seriously asking that question? Snowpaw snorted and before she could say anything Speckledpaw interrupted her, but the annoying she-cat did have a good point they were waiting for ages for the the tom to show up.

Shaking her snow white head she sharply turned away from camp and called over her shoulder,
"Well we might get this patrol done by sundown if we get going now." She meowed.
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BANDITFOOT
The Survivor of a lost generation.

"Pay respect for your leader!" Banditfoot hissed. With a snort she growled hastily, "Can you even grasp the amount of work that he has to perform each day? You should be taking this as an honor that you even get to patrol with him." With an angered flick of her tail she turned her attention to Wolfstar, "I'm terribly sorry for their behavior-" Eyes cold as frost she whipped her head towards the two disobedient apprentices, "I'll make sure both of their mentors will be made sure of their attitudes." Disgruntled the blue-gray warrior motioned for the patrol to finally set out. With orders from Snowflower they'd be heading out to remark the Shadowclan-Riverclan border. Perhaps if these apprentices would shape up they could get some hunting down as well.

Speaking of misbehaved apprentices; Banditfoot couldn't quite wrap her head around the concept of why they acted so out of line. When she was an apprentice she would have been thrilled to go on a patrol with the clan's leader. But now it seemed as if these apprentices were only getting more and more self-centered. Lazier; these newer generations were just an insult to the warrior name. Clenching her teeth she made a vow to reclaim the warrior pride and make these children fighters their clans can be proud of.

Slinking through the reeds she side-glanced at Wolfstar. She didn't know much about the tom. They grew up together but Banditfoot wasn't very social. She had her dictatorship mother to blame. Still she assumed it was polite to make small talk. Clearing her throat she meowed casually, "Miss being a warrior?"

ooc: Dude I started this board Nov. 29th WTF xD

WOLFSTAR
A hungry wolf is not at rest.

Wolfstar was taken aback when there came a smart remark from the snow white apprentice. At the mere thought of being disrespectful, especially to the clan leader, he quickly thought of a small punishment to get them going on the right path. A quick caring for the elders was perfect for these learning apprentices. Slightly embarrassed with Banditfoot's views of himself, he gave a slight nod of acknowledgment and set off with the others to finish this patrol. Keeping pace with Banditfoot behind the two apprentices, he thought about how their words. Sure he did take a little longer than expected, but they really didn't have to show their impatience...

"What?..." He wasn't really listening to what Banditfoot had asked, but quickly realized what he should say, "Oh, yeah I guess I do... I had more freedom in those days, now I'm always too caught up in clan needs to do anything..." he replied, straying off at the end.

Going hunting was about the only thing he could do to get away from his duties, but it was still a reward being leader of Riverclan.

"Not to make it sound like a bad thing, it is quite rewarding, to go to bed knowing that you've done the best you can for your clan... It's really quite satisfying."

BANDITFOOT
The Survivor of a lost generation.

Banditfoot blinked a few times, trying to take in what she heard. This tom didn't act; seem like a leader. She didn't feel compelled to bow in his presence. It had been that way with Snowstar; Lionstar. Was it because she was older? No. Snowstar's death was just recently, she hadn't matured mentally all too much. Wolfstar wasn't younger than her, in fact he was a few moons older. She tried to remember him as an apprentice. But she only remembered her own struggles. Her youth was spent on determined training; she didn't have any friends, nothing. The she-cat was born and bred to cling as hard as she could to the code. The number one rule and most important was to be loyal to your clan. That includes obeying your leader. She always felt intimidated when amongst her former leaders.

As the tom strode leisurely by her side she only felt waves of friendliness waft from him. Not to be rude she immediately responded to his reply, "I can hardly imagine what you go through." Her voice was quick, formal. It was hard not to flinch at just how shielding her outer shell was. Banditfoot wasn't one to befriend; smile. She was a warrior, that was that.

"I bet it has it's rewards." she ventured slowly, unsure of how to respond. Wolfstar seemed so at ease when speaking to her. How come she hadn't noticed his easy-going nature before? Was he always like this? Was she always this blind? The she-cat did her best not to show her inner turmoil. These thoughts wrecked and racked her brain. Banditfoot never had a friend before; she never had fun. How could it be so simple just to act so friendly toward someone you hardly knew? This was what halted her functions altogether. How could a leader act so sociable around her when she had to respect him out of duty? Not because of friendship. "Wolfstar." The words snapped from her jaws before she could stop them,

"What drives you be so kind, nice? Don't you think that makes you seem soft?" Her breaths quickened with her voice, "Doesn't that hinder your authority to rule? Don't you think that's considered a fault towards Riverclan's image?"