Post by pants on Sept 22, 2019 1:04:53 GMT
Timberstar decided he need to get out of camp and make his own rounds, seeing of his warriors were preforming on par. It wasn't like he didn't trust them, but just wanted to make sure the other clans knew that MossClan meant business. They were the underdog of all the clans, a jumbled mix of different types of cats, and surely the other clans looked down on them for it. They were the misfits. But Timberstar was going to make sure that they were the strongest, most respected misfits that StarClan ever did see.
Timberstar exited his den, gazing around camp for the silver tabby. It was still early morning, and the birds were singing their song, and cats were coming in and out of camp. The MossClan leader wanted the two to leave as soon as possible, as not to run into the other patrols. Once he spotted the other tom, he began to walk over, almost a trot. The large brown tom approached his deputy, standing tall and with purpose, but with a friendly smile on his face. "Greetings, Lagoonblue! Have you finished assigning patrols today? I'd like to go on a walk with you," Timberstar requested, standing with a relaxed pose next to the smaller tom. "If that wouldn't be an issue, that is."
