Brownstar let out a low chuckle and padded over to the startled warrior, "Take Jackheart and Sunpaw on a hunting patrol." After a moment's thought, he added, "And be sure to avoid the outer borders." On that note, he dipped his head in farewell and made his way over to the warriors' den.
Just as he reached the bramble structure, Mistypebble poked her head through the tangled entrance. "Organize a border patrol," he instructed her, his tones low and nearly inaudible. "I want to know how bad the damage is." His grey-furred deputy nodded her head in acknowledgement to his orders and trotted in the direction of the nursery. Quietly -- so as not to wake any sleeping residents -- she slipped through the bracken-lined doorway. "Red," she mewed, "I want you for a border patrol. Now."
OOC - Oooooh, an interesting turn of events. >3
Not really, but oh well.