Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: Cinderpaw(indirectly), Hawkstone, Pebbleleap

Watching her apprentice head off to speak to the other apprentices, Meadowstar headed towards the camp entrance, where she'd wait for Cinderpaw to return. Upon turning around, Meadowstar noticed Hawkstone, who seemed to have just returned to camp. She wasn't sure how she felt about the former WindClan warrior. She knew that he'd trained in the Dark Forest, but he had decided where his true loyalties lay when he'd chosen to betray his ghostly mentors, and fight on behalf of his clan. However, Meadowstar still questioned whether or not he could be trusted. Everyone deserves a second chance though...
The former Shadowclan leader hesitated for a moment, before answering the orange tabby toms question. "Sure. We can use all the cats we can to restock the Fresh-kill pile!" Despite her doubts about the warrior, the tortoiseshell she-cat was as polite and cheerful to him as she would any other warrior.
Not even a moment later, Pebbleleap joined the small group of cats. The slim bodied mottled she-cat was one of Meadowstars own warriors before the fall. The familiar and comforting presence of a former clan mate was highly welcomed by Meadowstar.
Chuckling at the humorous tone in which Pebbleleap had used to help herself to joining the patrol, Meadowstar nodded her head. "Of course you're welcome to come!" Meadowstar began to slowly pad towards the camp entrance once more.
"We just have to wait at the entrance for Cinderpaw before we head out." She spoke addressing both the new patrol members. "She's just checking to see if any of the other apprentices want to come along."

Drizzleface | 32 Moons | She-cat | Medicine Cat | Location: Outside Camp | Mentions: Novasong

"I suppose... I still find them quite scary though!" Drizzleface chuckled, playing her fear of foxes off as a joke. She didn't want to seem like a coward in front of Novasong, but she also thought the warrior should have more fear of the russet furred creatures than she seemed to. Together, one fox wasn't a huge threat, but to a lone cat, it could be life or death.
Looking into Novasongs eyes, Drizzleface was quite surprised by the warriors eyes. She was always a cat who tried not to judge anothers appearance, or let herself be bothered by the blemishes some warriors carried on their bodies. But up close, she couldn't help but notice just how...different, Novasongs red eye looked. It was something the medicine cat had never seen before in all her days of healing wounds on cats. It disturbed yet intrigued her at the same time. She wondered how it had happened, or if it was something the blue furred she-cat was born with. Despite her curiosity, Drizzleface could never ask something that personal to a cat she barely knew.
Brought out of her thoughts by the voice of the other cat, Drizzleface shook her head at the question. "Nope. This is such a pretty place, I thought I'd spend my morning here. I'll go out later to collect herbs, once the morning dew has vanished. I hate getting wet fur from it." Looking back down at the water, she noticed a few more fish had appeared. "It's so relaxing watching the little fish swim around." She pointed to the pool at the base of the rock with her tail, encouraging Novasong to look down. The other cat didn't seem to have looked at it yet, and Drizzleface couldn't imagine not be interested in at least the water. With the sun reflecting off it, it was a beautiful sight.

Drizzleface | 32 Moons | She-cat | Medicine Cat | Location: Outside Camp | Mentions: Novasong, Wolfpaw

Although Drizzleface had never seen a city, she did her best to picture what Novasong described; Scrawny, starving foxes, searching desperately for any food they could find. She almost felt pity for them. They sounded nothing like the vicious foxes that lived here in the forest, strong and well fed enough to take down a warrior. It sounded as if Novasong had lived through so much before joining the clans, Drizzleface couldn't image anyone not wanting to hear about it! She'd always had a curiosity about other ways of life, and she couldn't imagine a better cat to ask about it.
"I'd love to-" Drizzleface started to ask, but cut herself short as Wolfpaw approached, mouth full of herbs. She gave it a closer look as Wolfpaw set it down, squinting to try and distinguish the plant. Thyme perhaps? At Wolfpaws words, Drizzlefaces assumption was proven correct.
"Lovely! Thank you Wolfpaw!" The medicine cat smiled down at the young cat. Shifting her haunches to find a new comfortable position, Drizzleface knocked a few chunks of moss of the boulder, sending them falling down to the water below. It hit the surface with a soft splash, and floated atop the clear water. Much to her dismay, when she leaned over to look down, she noticed the falling moss had scared most of the fish away.
Her blue eyes looked back up as Wolfpaw spoke, and Drizzlefaces expression fell into a soft frown. It was obvious the fall had done a lot of damage to this once outgoing, happy little cat, who was just a shell of her former self. It broke Drizzlefaces heart to see her like this.
"No no Dear, you're fine to stay if you'd like. We were just chatting about foxes." She chuckled, and gave Wolfpaw the kindest smile she could.

Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: Cinderpaw, Hawkstone, Pebbleleap

Meadowstar watched Cinderpaw pad over the join the patrol, and it seemed she was alone. I guess she couldn't find anyone. The four of us should being back a good amount of prey though.
The tortoiseshell she-cat chuckled, glancing over at the two other warriors in the group, then back to her apprentice. "It seems I did." Having sat down to wait for Cinderpaws return, Meadowstar now rose to her paws. She gave her front paws a little flick, ridding them of the bits of leaf debris and dirt that clung to them. With stark white paws, every little bit of dirt stuck out.
"Alright, lets head out!" Cinderpaw had already raced ahead, so Meadowstar looked back to check that Pebbleleap and Hawkstone were ready, before following after Cinderpaw.
"So, where do you think we should try first?" She asked the other warriors as they padded through the colorful forest. Brown, orange, and red leaves were sprinkled around the forest floor, as the beginnings of Leaffall came. On the occasional leaf she'd walk over, it would crunch beneath her paws, and she had to side step to avoid stepping on them. "I was thinking maybe near the moor?"