Guarding Camp (Gorsehawk and Thawedfoot)10/2013 Assignment

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Thawedfoot's chest swelled with pride, making his white fur prickle up here and there. He had been chosen by Stealthstar to assist Gorsehawk with guarding the camp while their Leader took a patrol out to seek assistance from WindClan. He tried his best to appear proper and steady, the threat of a fox was nothing to take lightly. However he could not help but feel the familiar tingle of bliss bubbling in his stomach, like that of a kit that gets to venture outside the nursery for the first time.
  The white warrior stood near the entrance to the camp, his amber eyes fixed on the frost glistening on the ground outside. Thawedfoot flexed his claws in and out, and began to slowly stretch out each of his muscles as he did so. He wanted to be ready for anything, it wasn't often that he was given such an honor.

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Gorsehawk

Though he would never admit it, Gorsehawk couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. Of course he was aware that guarding the camp while his leader was away was of the utmost importance! But even with that being said, it was still a task that lacked allure. From his perch at the base of the ice peak, the broken tabby shot an envious glance at Driftback and Snakeheart. The large tomcat yearned to make the journey to WindClan with the other two warriors. Why couldn't he be assigned to ask WindClan for assistance? Granted he would hate every second of asking those featherbrains for help, but at least the journey there would be more exciting than staying here at camp. Perhaps it was a better decision on Stealthstar's behalf to make the journey himself rather than send his prideful deputy. Gorsehawk had to admit that asking for assistance from a rival clan would have been a struggle against his nature.

Pushing his misgivings aside, he rose to his paws along with his clanmates. Everyone was getting to their stations and he might as well join them. His amber gaze slithered across The Core's anterior until he found the familiar white pelt of Thawedfoot. It was quite difficult to find him against the snow that formed a blanket across the ground. Giving his thick pelt a rough shake, the broken tabby made his way to his clanmate who stood at the entrance flexing his claws. Gorsehawk felt awkward as he took a seat beside the white warrior. Despite his superior rank, Gorsehawk was much younger than the tom and had less experience. It didn't help that he had never formally spoken to the older feline. He only knew of his unfortunate injury that rendered one of his hind legs useless. Though the accident took place before he was even born, he knew that it was because of this kithood accident that the future queens made such a fuss over their kits playing in the snow too long. Gorsehawk was unsure as to how the warrior would fare in a fight if it came to that. Hopefully skyClan's terrain would prove too treacherous for the predators.

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A cool breeze that cut through the small opening to the camp ruffled Thawedfoot's fur. He gave himself a small shake. He was thankful he was born with such a thick pelt. The white tom glanced over at Gorsehawk, "Do you think that WindClan will listen to reason with us?" he mewed. He wouldn't admit it but he was a little worried that the Clan would disregard their request and be blind with pride.
The warrior shifted his weight on his paws, the wind danced through his pelt once more causing the tom to squint. He continued to stare out at the snowy ground before him, watching the falling snow begin to grow heavier.

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The large feline's ears flicked at the sound of his clanmate's voice. "I'd imagine they'd leap for the chance to have us in their debt." He replied in a dry tone. Gorsehawk despised windy days and he made his contempt very clear with a lash of his short tail. With a grumpy snort, the deputy huddled within his thick fur and tensed his muscles in an attempt to generate warmth. Shooting a sideways glance at the white warrior, he found that he wasn't the only one being tormented by the northern winds.

The broken tabby stayed crouched in the snow for several moments until he felt as though his paws would freeze into the frostbitten earth. "I should be with them, dammit!" He snarled. "I hate being left out!" The young tom spat at the ground in indignation. Then his fur grew hot as he realized he was not alone. Smiling sheepishly at Thawedfoot, the brown and white tabby gave his chest fur a few nervous licks. "Uh... Sorry about that..." He meowed awkwardly. "I can get carried away..."

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Thawedfoot smiled, he had wondered how long it would be until Gorsehawk showed his discontempt. The deputy had a lot of pride, the warrior could understand why he would feel upset with being made to stay at camp, instead of participating in an important task.
"Do not fret. I understand." The white tom nodded his head respectfully.

((OOC: So do you want the fox to attack camp or where would you like to go with this?))