tamed and scripted / open, patrol

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: 360px; width: 480px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 2px; background:url(https://d13yacurqjgara.cloudfr…-black-cat_800x600_v1.gif);][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid green; height: 204px; width: 458px; font-family: georgia; color: black; margin-left: -5px; opacity: 0.5; overflow: auto; margin-top: 5px; font-size: 8pt]"if I could begin to be half of what you think of me"


    "It seems pretty stale to me, maybe a day or two old?" she said, breathing in hard to try and catch the scent. "I'd say the direction is that hill over there. There are a couple abandoned badger and fox dens down that way, maybe it's been hiding down that way?" She said hesitantly. "It might not even be in the territory still but..."



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: -0.2px;][size=14px]"I don't know if we should risk it." Honeypw said quietly, uneasily. "It's stale and heading away from camp. If we go after it we don't know what will happen, and we don't need any more cats hurt." she added, glancing around nervously. Her mood had dropped significantly at the mention of potential danger.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:500px; text-align:justify; font-face:verdana; color:white; font-size:9pt;]"We can't just leave it and hope it wandered off the territory," the tabby stated flatly, not bothering to look at Honeypaw. "That's not the point of the patrol." Personally, if there was a fox, he'd rather fight it and drive it out right away, but that was something to be discussed if the fox was around; first they needed to find out. "I'll go forward," the warrior added brusquely, "see if it's still here. Someone else should come, too." If the fox was around, best that one warrior stay and watch it, while the other went back and informed the whole patrol.
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    "I'll come. Show this mousebrain who owns this territory." the apprentice piped up moving up to stand beside the warrior.
    "If there is a fox, we'll kick 'em to the side." she mewed.


    [spoiler=tags ; 7 / 30][size=8]INJURIES & EVENTS
    was torn and she is paralyzed waist down


    INFORMATION
    Swiftpaw(storm) | windclan aprentice | 13 moons | npc x npc | gay | single | | gen 3



    INTERACTION
    super easy | pm for capture/torture/kill | attack in BOLD GREY



    APPEARANCE
    Russian blue shorthair | light blue eyes | tall and thin but strong muscles

    [fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]somehow i know now
    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* * "... I-I can c-c-come as well. St-St-Starclan f-f-forbid it, b-b-but if anything g-goes awry I-I can... R-run back a-a-and get help." The lithe little warrior explained in a hushed tone of voice as she trotted hastily after Wolfdapple and Swiftpaw alike. She didn't want to risk Swiftpaw getting hurt, honestly. She chewed nervously on her bottom lip.


    TAGS: updated 7/22

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]Briarpatch didn't want to have everyone leave, so he figured he'd stay behind for now. "Be safe," he commented in the direction of the trio who wanted to go. He still sounded calm, even with the threat of a fox. Maybe it's because Briar wasn't that scared of foxes. The brown tabby tom much rather run into a fox than a pack of dogs, but he wasn't going to talk about that, so he just made his short statement and put his focus elsewhere.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:500px; text-align:justify; font-face:verdana; color:white; font-size:9pt;]A low frown crossed his features, and sternly he told the apprentice, "Even foxes can be dangerous. Don't underestimate them." In fact, her comment had him considering sending her back, but Littlewind's presence made that unnecessary; with two warriors present, they could keep her safe. Hopefully. His expression became doubtful, but then the big tom straightened his shoulders and wiped it away. Time to doubt later. His pawsteps cautious but not striving for silence - he wasn't the most stealthy individual, and would rather scare the fox into view anyways - Wolfdapple lead the way, his ears constantly swiveling, ready for any sound that would indicate a bigger creature was nearby.
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    "If Swiftpaw's going, you'll have to put up with my too," piped up Spiderfoot, the insistence in her voice leaving no room for argument. It was her job to keep Swiftpaw safe, and she couldn't hang back with a clear conscience. Padding over, she lightly flicked her tail across her apprentice's shoulder, grinning. "You'll have to try harder than that to ditch me, mm?"



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    "Not exactly ditching when I knew youd come. " Swiftpaw chuckled and moved a little faster but silently to keep up with the group.
    -mobile :'(


    [spoiler=tags ; 7 / 30][size=8]INJURIES & EVENTS
    was torn and she is paralyzed waist down


    INFORMATION
    Swiftpaw(storm) | windclan aprentice | 13 moons | npc x npc | gay | single | | gen 3



    INTERACTION
    super easy | pm for capture/torture/kill | attack in BOLD GREY



    APPEARANCE
    Russian blue shorthair | light blue eyes | tall and thin but strong muscles

    [fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]somehow i know now
    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* * Four cats was excessive, if you asked Littlewind. The feline was a little too nervous to argue against them, so she silently kept up after Wolfdapple and treaded on quiet feet. Her orange eye darted to and fro for signs of the fox and her anxiety only swelled the closer and closer they came to possibly finding the beast.


    TAGS: updated 7/22

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