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Softfrost stuck close to Shrikewater's side, looking expectantly at Locustsight. He flattened his ears at her...hostile disposition. He couldn't hear her tone, but he could see it in the way her lips curled upwards when she spoke, the glare in her narrowed amber eyes, and the way her tail tip flicked to and fro in annoyance. She seemed rather dismissive, having only spoken a few words to Shrikewater before bounding off without even waiting for a response. He looked questioningly at Shrikewater, partially as if to ask what had gotten into the deputy's fur and partially to ask what she had said. When she nodded in the direction of the departing patrol, he nodded back, and began to pad after them, making sure Shrikewater was right behind.
Ferretclaw opened her mouth to retort, but Hazelflurry interrupted and that seemed to shut the apprentice up. Oh, there's no need for Blizzardclaw to take care of you, she thought what she would've liked to say. I can do that myself. She shot one last glare at the apprentice before turning back around, relieved that Weaselshadow had taken over, and fell in step beside him. "Sounds good to me," she said with a nod.


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