⌲ swampclan ⌲ new and accepting.

[starlight,]

fawnpaw - shecat - 11 moons - mood: sleepy - tags; foxpond and rest of patrol
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fawnpaw flattened her ears, feeling left out of the patrol even though she was a part of it. maybe foxpond will help me with my training today. she purred with delight, and ruffled out her calico pelt. gazing at the rest of the patrol, she hoped that someone might make conversation with her, but she couldnt be sure of it herself.

[Hauntednightmares]

Smokeflower/66 Moons/Medicine Cat/Location: Medicine Cat Den/Clan Territory/Tags: N/A

Smokeflower silently padded along the marshy land of her clans territory, scanning each stump and tree for signs of possible growth. Throughout her trip she was able to find other useful herbs, such as Marshmallow for digestive issues and chervil for wound-clensing when marigold was low, but no catmint was in sight. Finally, just about when the molly considered turning back, a clump of newly grown catmint was found hidden within a sheltered stump. Overjoyed, she quickly popped off the heads while being careful to leave the roots. Taking a mental picture of the place she found them, she began to pad quickly back to camp. New growth is always contains the strongest medicinal properties and the molly knew that if Reedpaw took these, he would be back to normal in no time.
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Fallowstreak/66 Moons/Warrior/Location: Medicine Cat Den/Tags: Border Patrol

Fallowstreak was pulled out of her numb mental stage as she heard the bickering between Thrushsong and Foxpond worsen. Concern flooded over her as her two clanmates argument seemed to be getting ugly. Stepping between the two, she broke up the fight, "This is no time for bickering. We have to get this border patrol over with so we can get back to camp to help Reedpaw and start training for the other apprentices." At that, the she-cat gave both cats a stern glare and began to pad towards the nearest border marker, signing with her tail for the others to follow. She knew Foxpond was head of this patrol but he seemed a little too heated to think straight. As they all arrived at the border, she turned back to say, "Alright, everyone mark the border and lets get a move on." She began re-marking the border, and once she finished, she waited for everyone to re-group before continuing.

[xbloodywhalex]

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age. thirty moons gender. female rank. warrior crush. n/a tags. foxpond + patrol form. ◯
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"guess i'd better hunt away from the patrol," thrushsong snorted, sending a glare at foxpond. "too bad i wont be able to give you guys the prey i catch, since you'll be border patrolling, not hunting with me." thrushsong flicked her tail angrily, picked up her half-eaten rabbit, and padded off into the swamp.

deeper into the territory, the she-cat sniffed the air for any sign of prey. she plopped down by the bank and, spotting a fish, dipped her paw into the water and flung it out. thrushsong swiftly killed it and put it by her rabbit.

[morrgues]

Foxpond-Tom-Warrior-Territory-tags: Reedpaw, Patrol, Thrushsong

Foxpond snorted at the obnoxious she-cat. He nodded at Fallowstreak for breaking uo the quarrel and continued on. A little while in he heard a scream. He turned and looked at the patrol, alarm in his eyes and dashed off to the scream. He let out a battle yowl as he lept upon a wolves back that had been jumping at a tree. Looking up he saw Reedpaw, terrified, sick, little, Reedpaw. His eyes blazing with fury he dragged his eyes over the wolves face and held on.

Reedpaw-Tom-Apprentice-Territory-Tags: Patrol, Creekpaw Smokeflower

Reedpaw growled lightly. 'I will be fine alone.' He snorted and though to himself. He was most defiantly not a kit anymore. 'I'll show them im well enough.' he grunted. "hey Creekpaw? I'm ganna get some fresh kill." He nodded to the apprentice when his back was turned and slipped out. He headed for the dirtplace and soon find a tiny hole he could slip out of. He fluffed up his fur against the wind and padded around the camp. "So much mud." He growled as he slipped in mud. He raced into the terrirtoy. 'See! I can do this on my own-' He didn't finish the scentance. An awful scent filled his nose. "Wolf!" He squealed and took off. Whizzing past trees he was suprising fast in the state he was in but the lumbering red was faster. He let out a shrill scream as it swipped at his tail, catching the end and he darted up a tree. The wolf tried to leap at him, missing him by an mouse-leagth. Then he caught sight of a thick furred red cat- Foxpond! Leading a patrol upon the territory. He let out a battle caw and he lept on the fox back and scored his claws down its face.