all aboard [Summerfrost]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent, width: 400px; height: 300px;] Finchstar you're just like your father|buried deep under the water|you're resting on your laurels|and stepping on my toes|whose side are you on?|what side is this anyway?|put down your sword and crown|come lay with me on the ground Relief made his tensed shoulders sag, not quite expecting such a straight-forward, relaxed response. It was as if she actually looking forward to the opportunity, and he wasn't quite sure whether it was because he was leader (not that his presence was very honorable anyway) or because, for some bazaar reason, she liked his pitifully weak and staggering personality. Nevertheless, she made it easy on him, and he had to force his anxiety of both negative and positive possible reasons why Summerfrost would be so acceptable to going out on patrol with him so he could focus on the task at hand. Taking a quick moment to scan the clearing, he noticed that it was a little too early for the dawn patrol to arouse, so not many cats were up.Finchstar spotted the deputy was just getting up and ready to file up cats. Luckily, though, Finchstar managed to catch his second-in-command's eye, and he flicked his brown tabby tail in signal to him that he already got the job done. Too scared to conjure up any of the other drowsy cats that specked the camp, he decided to just take a patrol of two since honestly this early in the morning he doubted there would be any trouble. Turning his attention back to his comrade waiting expectantly, he shook his fur a little in preparation for the journey. "Alright..." he announced a little more clearly than before, the uncontrollable stuttering that gripped his jaws previously dispersing. "Let's...go, then..." -------- "What were your thoughts on the gathering a few nights ago? Did it...scare you?" There was peaceful (awkward to him) silence as the two cats trotted along the outskirts of RiverClan territory, and in the little time they exited the camp and went on their way, they did not advance far on their trail toward the WindClan border. Stiff legged, Finchstar was already nervous about how Summerfrost was enjoying the patrol so far. Did she criticize his lack of conversing? Did she already regret agreeing to go with him, especially without anyone else to be comfortable with? The ginger was younger, and Finchstar was already leader before she was a warrior, so they didn't know each other very well. He couldn't imagine how unhappy she must be with him right now without the comfort of some cat she knows, especially when he couldn't even begin to compete with how boring and hopeless he was. So, without even thinking and driven by panic and pessimistic thinking, he struck up a conversation about the first thing on his mind. Of course, it had to be the most controversial one. Not only could she react negatively because of how soon it happened and how sensitive it was, but he also risked reminding her of how immaturely he acted during the event. But, it was too late, and he was left staring at her questioningly as they padded along the marshes.

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