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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; overflow: auto; width: 280px; height: 250px; text-align:justify; font-size:8pt]Blackpaw appeared beside his mentor and flashed her a grin. He was going to go on this patrol as well. The eight month old lion sat down and waited for others to come, but Hawkclanners were sometimes pokey with things like this.




    He decided to try and pass the time by striking up a conversation with Betwixt. "How are you doing today, Betwixt?" he asked the felidae, trying to be friendly with her.
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    Sleeplessseatle smiled as the beaming morning sun glared down through the tick upper clouds like God himself was sitting there. Sleepless rolled out of her nest. She stretched and popped some of her joints. Wonderful.
    She trotted out with a smile prettier than roses and greeted the two clanmates of her's. "Blackpaw, Betwix; wonderful morning isn't it?"

    "Might as well." Tumultdusk murmured, trotting over. In his mind, Betwixt was still Jessie slash Cordelia, so he often associated her face with those names. To prevent embarrassment on his part, he rarely said any of her names at all.


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    The snow leopard approached. "Hey, Cord-- Betwixt." Olivia blushed, noticing she had named the femme wrong. She laughed lightly.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=arial][size=7pt]"I'd like to come along," said the african dog, walking up to the group so he wouldn't be lagging behind. Romanpaw hasn't been on many patrols, so this was a good opportunity to see the territory more.

    Of course Stickypaw alpnmg, for bordem had taken over every essence of her small body. "I will come." she volunteered lightly as she padded up.
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    Olivia smiled and looked down to the two apprentices.
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    Skyscraper Elekevu | Aristocrat| Red tabby/Jaguar
    Super Senses | Multiple Possessions

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    [size=6pt]#Hawkclan, #Skyscraper, #ebonydoa[/size]
    [size=20pt]"H[/size]unting or border patrol?", Sky asked because Betriwt did not clarify.[/fancypost]


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    Hawkclan | Extremely Difficult | Can Transform into Jaguar | No Kill or Capture

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    "Sounds fun! I hope you won't mind my presence," the large melanistic jaguar padded onto the scene, seating herself near the other animals. The wildcat was in a great mood today, one that would be pretty hard to shake. She understood she'd been pretty inactive as of late; what better way to get active again than with a hunting party?[/fancypost][/fancypost]

    [align=center][sup]A hunting patrol with his Clanmates sounded like a productive way to get himself more well-known. It wasn't like popularity was one of Mountainking's life goals - it was just that introducing himself everywhere he went got a little tiring. Padding over, the soft-spoken tom tipped his head to one side. "Could I come along?"


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    Livvy smiled. "Sounds good!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; overflow: auto; width: 280px; height: 250px; text-align:justify; font-size:8pt]Blackpaw nodded and padded after his mentor, tail swaying high in the air. He wondered where they were going in the redwood forest and what they would hunt.
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    Sleeplessseatle followed alongside Blackpaw. She was fuckin' puny compared to his trainee! Oh well. She dipped r head in greeting to Blackpaw.

    "I'll come along as well." Pepperpaw affirmed softly, flashing a small smile to the group before slithering up behind Blackpaw and Sleeplessseatle, cobalt optics flickering about and observing her surroundings. The she-cat had tried to make due without a mentor ever since Whitehouse passed away. It was painful, but true. She had admired the she-cat for her combat ability. Now that she was gone, it managed to shake her up quite a bit. The seal point trotted along and into the forest that always managed to enchant Pepper with it's several natural attractions, in order to hunt.

    It seemed that everyone's mentor was passing away lately. Slipping up behind the rest, Stickypaw let her light cobalt gaze flit around the patrol. Hunting was good, she needed more practice though. It was odd that the torbie hadn't joined a successful patrol in awhile. Most off them happened to evaporate into clusters of conversing felines that never left the camp. "Where do you plan on going in particular?" Stickypaw asked the she-cat, formely known as many things.

    [align=center][sup]Mountainking, his eyes brimming with excitement, followed after the Viceroy.