The Twilight Guard ; Night Patrol || VIP ONLY 🙄

Turtlefang had stopped to watch the procession with an unvoiced dryness, growing impatience almost beginning to draw his brow into a glare before, at last, all warriors had finished playing around and had successfully cleared the log. Something that had required neither challenge nor the entire back of the patrol to stand around as an audience for, but he supposed that was just the nature of his clanmates. Would ever obstacle be treated this way? As the tortie turned to resume leading the walk, he made a mental note to begin veering around any trouble some steps rather than showing off any leaps or climbs. That much should save everyone a lot of time, if it was going to be made into this big of an event with every encounter. With the conclusion of everyone's big mission over the log, and banter dying down with the final leap, he picked up on the lull of the dialogue to continue his own. "We'll be nearing Sunchaser's Meadow soon. Plenty of open space and skylight to keep us all oriented. That's where I think we'll test our first group division, just between parts of the field."

As they approached a small cleft in the path requiring a slight jump, Turtlefang padded at an angle instead to lead the crew to an offset slope, avoiding the drop. No more jumping for you. "We're going to focus mainly on acclimatizing to the nighttime activity of our local prey, since the meadow is a hunting hotspot. Different animals thrive after dusk because they anticipate us being asleep. Similarly, our pelts blend differently into the field with the dilution of color in the darkness. It'll make it easier to sneak around and get a feel for things, but it also makes it easier for other animals to avoid us as well. You'll want to keep your eyes peeled, especially for any unusual sights or sounds, like bats or hunter birds. Creatures who you don't often encounter during the day. Mind them." Although most cats on the patrol were fully grown or otherwise gargantuan, Turtlefang remembered the slight difficulty with which Tortoisepaw had to breach the log's peak, treating the success like a glorious feat instead of a motion most adult cats performed mindlessly every day. The smallest. That'd have to be accounted for, especially out in the open where birds were known to swoop.