Nighttime Patrol

[Meany]

Snarlgag woke up in his large den beneath many boulders. He stretched and yawned, showing scars around his lips. He looked at his sleeping comrades and wapped them both over the heads with his tail.
"Hey! Get up. It's sun-down."

Viletongue growled some fowl remark under his breath while he groggily stood.
"Dung-face, why'd you wake me?"

Snarlgag rolled his eyes and waited for Razorclaw to stand up.

The youngest of the three stood, stretching and unsheathing his razor-sharp claws. He said nothing, licking his lips, and attached his reinforced claws.

Viletongue stretched and yawned, his gray, hole-filled tongue showing.
"Well... Where's our young 'squire'?"

Snarlgag mewed,
"I bet he's headed to the Gathering. Younglings like him need to get out now and then."

The other two nodded and followed him out of the den.

The three padded along the border, checking the borders as they were supposed to.
"So," Viletongue broke the silence, "Who will be joining us then?"

Almost like an answer, Luckless came out of the dark bushes, followed by Colorless, Loveless, and Eyeless.
"Warriors," she omitted any honorifics and barely dipped her head, "We're here to assist."

The toms looked at each other but shrugged.
"Fine," Snarlgag mewed. "But keep quiet, would ya?" They all padded on in silence.

[Longstorm]

Scorchpoint came out of the bushes. The Abyssclannian Warrior nodded to the three dark toms and fell in behind the Servants, checking the border as they all were.