Post by Featherwing on Oct 7, 2016 12:47:29 GMT -5
Lightbringer ⎮ Mid-day ⎮ Meandering around Camp
One eye cracked open, "Oh I don't know, Swiftpaw.. should we?" a glint of teasing in her blue gaze just before she yawed, flexing her claws as she did so. "But, I suppose we should get on with it. Things to do later, apprentices to torture, you know. The usual." Now she really was teasing him, the curl of humor to her tongue was not to be misinterpreted. It wasn't unusual for her to be in a playful mood, and Lightbringer quite liked Swiftpaw's initiative, despite his impatience for today's patrol, so she wouldn't sharpen her words. Not yet at least. Youths often tried her patience, you see. Reason three hundred and forty two why she would never have 'em. "Come on then, lets get going. Maybe we'll see some strange cats from across the river" She snorted, a low chuckle rumbling in her throat. Strange cats indeed, there could be the odd SkyClan cat who sat perched at top the large boulder in their territory, or perhaps a ThunderClan cat sprawled out on the Sunning Rocks– which should rightfully be RiverClan's if Morningwatcher's accident hadn't mucked up the fight. Nevertheless, Lightbringer wouldn't mention this to the former leader's son. That would be plain rude.
"So, where shall we go. Want to pick?"
One eye cracked open, "Oh I don't know, Swiftpaw.. should we?" a glint of teasing in her blue gaze just before she yawed, flexing her claws as she did so. "But, I suppose we should get on with it. Things to do later, apprentices to torture, you know. The usual." Now she really was teasing him, the curl of humor to her tongue was not to be misinterpreted. It wasn't unusual for her to be in a playful mood, and Lightbringer quite liked Swiftpaw's initiative, despite his impatience for today's patrol, so she wouldn't sharpen her words. Not yet at least. Youths often tried her patience, you see. Reason three hundred and forty two why she would never have 'em. "Come on then, lets get going. Maybe we'll see some strange cats from across the river" She snorted, a low chuckle rumbling in her throat. Strange cats indeed, there could be the odd SkyClan cat who sat perched at top the large boulder in their territory, or perhaps a ThunderClan cat sprawled out on the Sunning Rocks– which should rightfully be RiverClan's if Morningwatcher's accident hadn't mucked up the fight. Nevertheless, Lightbringer wouldn't mention this to the former leader's son. That would be plain rude.
"So, where shall we go. Want to pick?"
