The cracks of dawns light aroused Maplestar from her slumber. She stretched lightly and quickly groom her unkempt fur. Her ears twitched at the morning birds and she pricked her ears fro any sign of her clanmates. Hearing nothing Maplestar smiled wistfully to herself and then padded out of her den. *Border patrols are needed and the prey pile needs more prey* she noted to herself.
Maplestar lifted her head, "All cats old enough to cat their own prey, gather here at the fallen log!" she yowled from her perch. The dark ginger she-cat watched proudly as her clan-mates assembled beneath her. "As I have yet to appoint a deputy I will be organizing patrols!" She glanced at her cats. "Please step forwards if you are available for a patrol, if no cat does then I will start assigning cats to patrols," Maplestar kept her voice even. Her sharp green gaze scanned her cats below, waiting for some volunteers.
Galesmoke sighed. She was half hoping she would be put on border patrol. "Well let's hope I find an elderly mouse hiding in the bushes," she mewed to Ashleaf, half joking. Hunting this early in the morning was quite the task for the she-cat. She was clumsy on her paws, but if her leader decided so, she would follow her command.