A WOODEN PATH IN THE FOREST + open, hunting patrol

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]Inactivity had been bugging the slender brown tabby for ages now, and she was rather determined to shake it off. Therefor, the former navigation chief assistant thought of a way that would surely help her out in the act of pulling her out from disappearing. A good old fashion hunting patrol would certainly do the trick, and she was hoping to have others tag along with her.


    With a faint smile trailing her features, the senior warrior emerged from the warrior's den, hazel eyes sparkling as she looked about. Now was the time to stock up on food before she left for her expedition with a few others. It was quite an honor to be chosen by Whipstar himself to help clarify this whole traveling business. If anyone knew Deersong, they knew that the female was one for traveling. Standing about in one place was boring as hell, and was something she would rather not do.


    "APPRENTICES AND WARRIORS WHO ARE UNOCCUPIED, COME IN FRONT OF THE WARRIOR'S DEN FOR A HUNTING PATROL!"

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    Dragoondawn
    Powers: Invisibility
    senior warrior
    [size=6pt]All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry?
    It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie?[/size]

    [size=6pt]If we're only ever looking back
    We will drive ourselves insane
    As the friendship goes resentment grows
    We will walk our different ways
    {Bad Blood by Bastille}[/size]
    (c) Hey!, zenzan, Feli


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    Why not, the tom thought, as he strode up to Deersong. "[color=#ffab3d]Count me in,

    		 " he mewed. Usually he preferred to hunt on his own, but he supposed he ought to try hunting in a group.

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    "Oh, me please." Kadence meowed stiffly, sneaking a glance at Dragoondawn before she turned back to the white wolf. It was not that she disliked the senior warrior, it's just he acted like she was a young, immature little d*ck, which yeah maybe she sometimes was, but defiently not all the time.