The Ways Of A Warrior (Anyone)

( I haven't role-played Sorrelstrike as a warrior yet so if anyone wants to join they can ^_^ )

<sup>Sorrelstrike
I'm a survivor, and I'll stay that way

Sorrelstrike proudly walked out of the warriors den, settling herself in a warm spot of sunshine to lick the unwanted scrapes of leaves or moss in her fur. She felt as if she was the most powerful cat in the Clan. She still couldn't get over the feeling of finally being a warrior and not being bossed around as much.

Not only that, but she succeeded the rank that none of her siblings had reached. Now all she had left to do is survive until she is an elder. And, even though she regretted having his as her goal, but to raise a family. Even though she wasn't looking forward to being a queen. But someone had to keep Thymeleaf's family tree going, right?

And, of course, someone had to carry out the new generation. And she wanted someone to have her blood in the new generation. Hopefully her fate in kits won't be as unfortunate as Thymeleaf's. But she didn't have to worry about mates and kits now. She still had a long life ahead of her. She wanted to live the warrior rank longer. Enjoy it. Preserve it. Savor it.

After careful licks thoroughly cleaning her tortoiseshell pelt, she decided to hunt. A duty commonly preformed by warriors. Instead of stupid training. She could gather up a patrol. Yes. That sounds nice. Or she could go hunting alone. Which was forbidden in apprentice territory. But now she could. Yes. Anytime she wanted.

But, a patrol suited her mind best at the moment. But with who? How did cats decide who they were going to patrol with if not assigned one? Do they just force random cats? She sure didn't know. So, only one idea came to her mind.

Taking in a gulp of air she yowled out, "Anyone want to go on a hunting patrol?"</sup>

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Dragonfly
^{Today is a good day to die}
Dragonfly, who had been in a corner of the camp practicing fighting moves, looked up. The black she-cat padded over to Sorrelstrike. A smile played on her lips.
"I will go hunting with you." she mewed. "I was a prey hunter in the Tribe, I know how to take larger birds." She grinned a little and sat down looking at the other she-cat.

The wounds on the black she-cat had long since vanished, and she was now a valued member of the clan. Though some did have trouble accepting her. However she was a honourable fighter and a true warrior. She looked around, wondering if any other cats would want to join them on a hunting patrol.

WAVEPAW
I'm just as boring and dull as I'll ever be.

Wavepaw had been sitting comfortably by the apprentice's den thinking about random, useless items of pointless thought. Her dull brown gaze was stuck watching the tranquil pattern of a very pretty red leaf flutter on the ground. A small smile slid to her lips, she never had been able to witness leaf-fall yet. The way the warm breezes had turned comfortably cool, and the way the green leaves turned into the beautiful shades of red and orange she could tell this would be her favorite season.

Sorrelstrike's sudden yowl set her jumping to her paws, 'Anyone want to go on a hunting patrol?' Wavepaw wildly whipped around in search of the tortoiseshell she-cat. The pair never even spoke before but the little apprentice did think hunting wold be a lot funner than watching leaves twirl in the leaf-fall breeze.

Blinking her brown gaze she hesitantly watched as Dragonfly approached Sorrelstrike, stiff with fear of being rejected, being taunted and mocked, Wavepaw couldn't bring herself to ask to join. Gulping she slid forward and practically squeaked,

"Can I come as well?"

<sup>Sorrelstrike
I'm a survivor, and I'll stay that way

Sorrelstrike grinned. It seemed her plan worked well. Already, two cats have come to join her on her first patrol as the leader. It was going to be a piece of cake. Especially with two cats that don't have much experience.

Boldly and proudly turning around, she flicked her tail in summon. "Alrighty. Let's move out!" Sorrelstrike snickered, bounding out of camp in a single flash of movement.</sup>

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Dragonfly
^{Today is a good day to die}

Dragonfly waited to make sure that Wavepaw could keep up then followed the younger she-cat. The black she-cat's tail was up in the air as she walked jauntily along, keeping her eye out for anything that could be prey. She caught up with Sorrelstrike.
"Where to, oh brave leader?" She asked, her voice gently teasing the other she-cat.

The black she-cat sighed and looked at the land around them. "You know, I can never go back to the tribe lands." She mewed, her voice sad.