Event for: Willowshade
There are several options for Willowshade to pick from, keeping in mind the following information:
The Fallen Tree is West of the camp, in the direction Willowshade and Jaystep are facing

Option One: Straight Ahead
The path straight ahead is thick with undergrowth, but is arguably the most direct path to the Fallen Tree

Option Two: Northwest
There's a gap in the undergrowth to the Northwest, where the trees tighten into more of a grove formation rather than just the scattered forest around them

Option Three: Southwest
Taking a southerly path will land them near the river. Though it is the most open path, there are many obstacles and tangled roots along the edge of the river exposed by flooding and general water activity

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 Willowshade|Warrior of Pineclan|Cream and Gray tabby female, with blue eyes|Location: Camp|Mentions: Jaystep
Willowshade twitched an ear at Jaysteps question, peering at each direction thoughtfully. To her, it really depended on which cat was with her, but if she wasn't taking Jaystep into consideration-
"The grove. The river may be most clear, but its risky especially after the rain has made everything slick. I, and you, are probably more likely to get stuck in the undergrowth because of our size if we go straight through, but we can make up the distance once we reach the open trees. " She paused, then her eyes twinkled.
Well, at least I know I can." With a flick of her plumy tail, she was off, knowing if she was correct Jaystep would follow and if she wasn't, well they were going to the same place. As she made her way, she held back, trying to keep quiet as she still listened for any sounds of prey. After all, she wasn't an apprentice just trying to impress an older cat, she was still a warrior, and they were still on a patrol.
As she reached the grove of trees where should could angel back towards the Fallen tree, she could hear the sounds of prey, her steps pausing to listen more clearly. The tell-tale thrum of a woodpecker echoed through the quiet landscape, and Willowshade wrinkled her nose. It was too high up. Taking only one more moment to scan and find no other prey scents, she moved on.

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Umbraclaw|Guard of Pineclan|Black Mollie| Location: Border|Mentions: Frecklepaw, Duskfang, Frostheart (Ind)Briarstar

Umbraclaw would lead her patrol group to the border without incident which she was glad of. The truth of the matter was that she was secretly hoping that they wouldn't run into any rouges today. This wasn't cowardice on her part as she would sooner die before acting the coward, but out of simple practicality. Frecklepaw was after all a brand new apprentice and thus would be extremely vulnerable during a fight, The guard also knew that because of this, that she herself would be left in an easily exploitable position because of this as she would do whatever it took to keep the younger sister of Briarstar safe. Now obviously one day Frecklepaw would have to face rogues in combat, but she would much prefer if that eventuality happened after she had managed to give the apprentice some solid combat training.

As Umbraclaw continued to scent mark the border, she kept an eye out for any potential threats as well as make sure she kept track of her group. Once she was satisfied that this part of the border had been well marked, she would gather everyone up before having them move to the next section of the border to repeat the process there.

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Jaystep | PineClan Guard | 44 Moons | Tom | Camp | Willowshade
Jaystep's lips quirked into a twisted amusement at Willowshade's assessment. Sure enough, she had been correct. Her movement was quick, and he followed just a split second after, content with her lack of regard as to if he followed her or not. A guard needed to be confident in their decisions, be they right or wrong, their confidence would make them correct. Willowshade's deduction abilities were certainly on point, that was good in a warrior. He made use of the trees, pushing off of roots and trunks to give him more forwards momentum, and it was quick that they reached the Fallen Log. Jaystep slid to a stop beside Willowshade, his tail held high. "Well done," he said softly, "conviction in your beliefs and confidence in your words... this is one of the most paramount points of being a guard. You must maintain these things until the moment you die- if you, someone all cats know holds power, believe in what you are saying and what you are deciding, all those below you will as well."

His dark pelt rippled with amusement and he lifted his head, closing his eyes for a moment to scent the wind. There was nothing suspect, but then again... well. There tended to be nothing to suspect when the rogues dropped from the trees like rain from the clouds. Despite knowing the dangers of the skyward treeline, he kept his eyes downwards. No point in acting nervous when one could be plenty comfortable and confident looking by staying with their eyes forwards. He jerked his head forwards. "Lets see how the outer territories are doing today- perhaps they will yield more prey that isn't fifteen cat-lengths in the air with wings to bring it higher." He trotted past the fallen tree and down the slope towards the places where the trees would begin to thin. As they walked, he turned his head towards Willowshade in a mild manner.

"Do you have anything you want to ask about while we're away from the camp and the other cats of the clan?" he asked calmly, his voice a deep rumble.

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 Willowshade|Warrior of Pineclan|Cream and Gray tabby female, with blue eyes|Location: Camp|Mentions: Jaystep
Willowshade purred at Jaysteps words, nodding in agreement. If the she-cat had one thing, it was confidence in herself. With a last upward glance at the trees to watch the birds flit between the branches, she followed, her own pawsteps quiet as they padded along in silence for a moment, before Jaystep posed his question.
"That kind of question seems like it would lead to heretical conversation." She purred teasingly, her plumy tail waving as she bounded over a fallen branch. Despite her amused tone, it was clear she pondered the question.
"I do wonder, Ashblaze had everyone quite convinved. It worries me how many others she many have polluted before her death." Her eyes narrowed suddenly, the faintest curl on her lips.
"And now her death could have made her a martyr to those with Turnclaw ideals. They know better than to speak openly, I wonder how best to weed out those who would weaken the clan." She paused, her claws having instinctively unsheathed at the tension growing in her words.

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 Frostheart|Turnclaw kin of Pineclan|scarred, Unkempt white and brown she-cat with pale blue eyes|Location: Camp|Mentions: Frecklepaw, Umbraclaw, Duskfang

Frostheart had joined in the marking, though slowly, twitching at every little sound. Half of her heard the rogues and enemies everywhere in the creaking trees, the other in the voices of her clanmates. As Umbraclaw herded them to their next destination, she let herself fall to the side a bit, still close enough that she wouldn't be mistaken for trying to run off, but enough that she could relax slightly, inhaling the tantalizing scents of the forest. She could smell the faintest tinge of herbs on the breeze, and momentarily wondered if would be inappropriate of her to try and find the source of the tickling scent. Her gaze flickered to the guards, and she felt herself fold inward slightly. They probably wouldn't want to follow her through the forest on a wild chase for an unknown scent. So, she shifted a bit onward, to continue scent marking with the others.

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Frecklepaw|6 Moons Old|Apprentice|Cream/Chocolate Spotted Tabby Female Hetero Blue/Green Eyes| Location: Pineclan Territory/Patrol|Mentions: Umbraclaw, Frostheart

Frecklepaw followed her mentor and the rest of the patrol through the trees along the border. She was enjoying their trip through the forest, the scents and sights invigorated her spirits. Bird song filled the air, and Frecklepaw could see their faint shadows as they flew through the topmost branches.
So far the patrol had been pretty uneventful. There was no scent or sight of any rogues, or any other dangers for that matter. Frecklepaw glanced back towards Frostheart. It was nice to see the she-cat look somewhat relaxed, and she wished that Frostheart could always live that way. She looked away, staring too long could draw unwanted attention. A quick glance would make it appear that Frecklepaw was simply checking in on her.

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