In over our heads [Foxpaw]

Wrenpaw had been rolling in the frost covered grass for a while now before noticing the bright ginger pelt of her grumpy friend. It stuck out like a sore thumb against the mostly white background of the moors in leaf bare, with only a few patches of green here and there.

"Well good morning to you too." The brown-gold apprentice meowed as she got into a sitting position, shaking the snow and frozen bits of grass off of her fur. "And if that's true, why's the dawn patrol out already hmm? Besides, this is the best time to be awake!" Wrenpaw knows full well why the dawn patrol is out at this time. But she just needed something to say back to the snappy tom. Secondly, the only reason why the she-cat thinks that this is the best time of the day to be awake is exactly because it's time to wake up. Of course, Foxpaw is not going to buy any of that so she'll just keep it to herself.

"And of course I know!" No she doesn't. Not really. Her mentor hasn't gone through with her yet about how to actually catch rabbits. But how hard could it possibly be? They're from windclan, it should be in their blood to catch rabbits. But then again, that's not the real reason why Wrenpaw dragged the ginger tom out here either.

"Alright, I know we're not kits anymore, but I was thinking, how about a race!" She just knew she's going to get an earful for this one, but she just really needed to get it out of her system. Wrenpaw's been dying to do something and her paws are itching like crazy. "So, we're not exactly hunting. But if we do come across fresh-kill, at least we'll have something to bring back to camp as well!" The young apprentice continued, studying the face of Foxpaw. The she-cat's going to put all the mice she's ever caught and ever will catch on the other exploding in her face for waking him up this early in the morning for a race and just stalking home to tell on her.

Whatever Foxpaw said next was exactly what she was expecting, and so much more. In a bad way. His words were a lot harsher than usual and it might just be because he's been woken up so early in the morning to go chasing after non existent rabbits.

Wrenpaw felt herself shrinking into herself as the ginger tom went further into the consequences of their, of her, actions. So much so that by the end of Foxpaw's lecture, the she cat was ready to let the other simply turn tail and return to camp with her in tow.

 But there was this moment of silence where Foxpaw seemed to be just sitting there and Wrenpaw suppose he's waiting for her to reflect on her actions and admit that what he said was right. And that they should probably head back. And the young apprentice was actually about to do just that when her ears pricked, she didn't know how close they've pressed against her head till then.

‘Ok, look, Wrenpaw. I, um, guess it’s alright, so long as we don’t take too long, ok?

A grin began to spread over Wrenpaw's features. "Of course we won't take too long! And yes, in the burrows." The fire from before returning, or enthusiasm at least. "And I've been here before, it's perfectly fine." Though she's not going to specify how many times she's been here exactly. "Yes, so one end to another end! I'd say, if we just keep running straight, we'll come out the other end in no time!"  The she cat bounced up and down in excitement