Darkpelt awoke from his sleep in the night. He stretched and yawned in the Warrior Den in Foxclan. He pranced over to the nursery to see his adopted son. Lucky for him, all the kits were awake so he didn't have to wake them. He saw a white kit playing with a moss ball. “Everyone, look!! It’s Darkpelt!!” yelled a kit. Once they heard that, everyone ran to him. “Darkpelt! Darkpelt!” the kits screamed. “Kits! Kits! Give the deputy some space!” meowed a familiar voice. All the kits stepped away from him. Darkpelt turned around to see Shinestar, the leader of Foxclan. “Greetings, Shinestar.” he said as he bowed his head. “Anything you’d like me to do?” Shinestar thought for a moment. “Yes, actually. I’d like you to lead a patrol with Flametail, Hazeltail, Howltail, and Flamepaw. And be sure to keep an eye out. Patrols have noticed some shadows in the bushes. Let hope that it’s not the other Clans, for Starclans sake.” Darkpelt nodded in agreement then bounded off. He looked back to see Shinestar still at the nursery. He remembered when he was a apprentice, Shinestar was having kits, Goosepelt and Howltail. He turned back and searched for Howltail and Flamewind while Hazeltail waited for him at the entrance. Finally he saw them. They were eating a rabbit and talking. “Ahem. Flamewind. Howltail. Shinestar has asked that we take a border patrol, and have any of you seen Flamepaw?” Flamewind shook his head while Howltail turned his snout towards the apprentice den. He dipped his head and thanks then padded over there and to his Surprise, Flamepaw was fast asleep! “Flamepaw! Wake up! A warrior wakes up at sun high!” he yowled. Flamepaw scuffled to her paws and pinned her ears. “Not my fault Shinestar kept me up all night hunting.” she hissed. “Maybe it wouldn't of happened if you do your duties with your mentor.” Darkpelt growled. “Come on. Your on a patrol.” Flamepaw let out a groan then followed him. -Who does she think she is? Thinking she can be born into a Clan and do not anything? There’s always something to do- his thoughts said. Just within a few minutes, Softstep came running to Darkpelt, shouting. "Darkpelt! Darkpelt! We have someone hurt!" Darkpelts ears perked up. "Who? Is it Shinestar?" Brightsong appeared out of her den. "Take me to them." Softstep nodded. Softstep, Darkpelt, and Brightsong walked outside of camp to find a black cat with white socks. "Must be a loner." Darkpelt picked up the cat by his scruff and dragged him inside camp to Brightsong's den. He shook the cat awake while Brightsong fetched some herbs. "Your fine. Your in Foxclan. I'm Darkpelt. What's yours." The tom flexed his claws. "Deserve."
Cats: Mine Pictures: Added (expect one) Main character: Darkpelt
