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fogpelt
{ Tom, Warrior, 39 moons }
{ tags;; Sparrowclaw }
He quickly took a glance around the warrior's den. Everyone else was either out or asleep besides Rainstar, Bluefeather, and a few of the apprentices. Fogpelt shrugged, "It doesn't look like we have too many options... Maybe we'll pick up a few others on the way over to the border?" His ears twitched, hearing the rain begin to let up. That would at least make the conditions of the trek a little less deplorable.
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fawnstep
{ She-cat, Warrior, 39 moons }
{ tags;; Fogpelt & Sparrowclaw }
The she-cat padded back into camp, soaked with water but, fortunately, with a small mouthful of fish in tow. As the she-cat dropped her catch onto the soggy-looking fresh-kill pile before shaking out her fur and padding back to the warrior's den. Fawnstep was just in time to catch word of a border patrol going out and padded up to the two toms who just so happened to be the only cats going so far, "I'll tag along, though, why the sudden need to patrol borders?"
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cougarpaw
{ Tom, Apprentice, 10 moons }
{ tags;; --- }
The tan tom sat down and began to viciously groom his own fur the moment the downpour had begun to calm down. Dear StarClan, he must've looked like a porcupine by this point, his fur sticking up all over the place, he knew there was probably a dumb mohawk-like tuft of fur that had erected on his head and he wasn't particularly happy about how impossible it was to fix it.