Patrolling, Odd eh?

[Redtail]

Silverheart was tired of waiting. His patience was more than run down and sitting there with two cats, both of whom were taking no particular interest in anything around them, was just driving him to the point of insanity. She must have had enough time to speak with her father if nothing else about their relationship and he was sure that, even though, at times they were not as close as they should have been, Saberclaw would understand in some way or another, and if he couldn't then he could get over it; Silverheart wasn't going to lose her because he wouldn't accept the fact that they loved each other.

"Sorry to leave you wonderful gentlemen but I assume we're done here," he said to the two before him and rose to his paws. Turning to where Cloverleaf and her father were he trotted through the brush and looked at them both; Saberclaw really was not the cat he used to be. "We should be going, if you're done," he said to her, his tail now ceased its impatient swishing. "It was nice to see you again, Saberclaw... get well," he grumbled in his regular rough tones.

[Cloverleaf]

Cloverleaf looked at her father in almost stunned silence. He took it...well, or at least better than she would have thought. Her clover eyes dropped to her paws as she tried to think of something to say, but it was interrupted by her mate walking through the bushes. She breathed a calm sigh, happy to have a distraction. As he spoke she kept her eyes transfixed on him, clearly wanting to get out of this akward situation. "Yes. Who knows what those mouse-brained idiots have gotten themselves into." She growled, referring to the cats left behind. Her ears twitched in the silence as she listened to the birds of winter and the lack of wind or scuttering of mice and voles.

The silver cat was drawn away from this and stared at her father, her blood roaring in her ears. She walked towards him, touched her nose to his, and trotted towards Silverheart. Her tail swept along his flank as she passed him, hastily trying to exit this place. As soon as she was free of the bushes, the rogue sprinted towards the border and stopped just on the other side. She stared down at the light layer of snow, and listened for the soft crunch of Silverheart's paws, wanting nothing more than his company.

[Saberclaw]

Sixstar watched as the rogue left to find Cloverleaf and watched as the two disappeared in a flurry of fur amongst the bracken. His ears pricked, not quite sure if his brother might've snapped and told them to leave or they had some important buisness to attend to. He glanced at Sharsker as the tom snorted, shaking his head.
"You would think she'd want to spend more time with her father," he sneered glancing at Sixstar.
Saberclaw watched the pair take their leave and let out a sigh when the forest seemed a bit more silent. "Perhaps next time I'll be the one paying a visit," he muttered to no one in particular. He wanted to make sure he had chosen the right cat to lead the rogues and as much as he wanted to believe he had done so, he wasn't quite sure at this moment. The old tom shook his head and rose to his paws, making his way to his brother and father.