we're painted red to fit right in [open|patrol]

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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]cher had assigned her a patrol to the old church. somewhat boring, she'd admit, but he'd also said he'd seen something there, and they were to find out what it was. maybe they'd have a turn of events and find something interesting.


    darkclan's deputy padded towards the rock where cher usually gave his announcements. she sat back, green gaze scanning the area lazily. one day she'd see the place from on top of that rock. but not today, because fortunately, cher was still alive. "border patrol to the church!" she called, too lazy to dish out her usual insults.
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  • Scorchpaw had just entered camp, a Raven in her jaws from hunting. Her bluish/green gaze flicked up towards her Deputy as she spoke and she hurriedly dropped off her prey before bounding back over to the Darkclan deputy, "Can I come?"

  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]It looked like no one else had appeared other than Scorchpaw, one of their apprentices. He didn't see any reason he would skip on joining the patrol either as he strolled towards the calico with a nonchalant gaze. He was curious about checking out the Church in the first place, so why would he miss out on the opportunity? "I didn't think I'd end up joining the patrol, but here I am to investigate the Church," he said with a shrug, then looked to the feline with unreadable hues. The flame point glanced up at the Tall Stone, luminaries wavering in the light as a somewhat intimidated emotion conjured at the bottom of his stomach. Meetings still scared him no matter how much he got used to them.
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    Scorchpaws' blue green gaze widened, A patrol with both the Deputy AND leader? Her paws almost shook with excitement but she kept her composure and the red bengal dipped her head respectfully to CherryStar. "Hello CherryStar, Are you really going to join the patrol?"
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    TEMPLATE BY SnowCrest: Speaks in Indian Red: Thinks in Salmon 


  • Thrush hung back at the entrance to his den, keeping a purposeful distance between himself and the others. He didn't want to spread the contagion, especially not with them heading out in the cold. "Be careful of avalanches," he wheezed. "And be careful of the ice, it's really slippery. Oh, and look out for the bears," he added, coughing blood into his paw. "Usually they're hibernating in winter but you never know! J–just be safe you guys, okay?" he stammered, frowning slightly.



    [color=white]You are THRUSHMUMBLE, a happy-go-lucky medicine cat, always energetic and bright, if a bit socially awkward.You're eager to please, to the point where it's sometimes damaging to you. You tend to be extremely anxious, paranoid, and a bit odd, but you're very friendly and loyal, with a lot of love to give. You are a slightly fluffy and matted cream tabby with low white markings. You're pretty tall, and sort of gangly and light. You have one bright green eye, and one blind blue eye.
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    Scorchpaw turned her head towards Thrushmumble and her usually disinterested gaze suddenly took on a more concerned glow as she called back to him, "Are there any herbs you want me to look out for, Thrushmumble?"
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    TEMPLATE BY SnowCrest: Speaks in Indian Red: Thinks in Salmon 

  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]To be honest, Cherrystar didn't see anything wrong with them being in the same patrol. DarkClan was a small clan and situations were unavoidable. He would rather not allow warriors out with lacking numbers. But he understood the apprentice's alarm. "Yeah, I usually do. Just because I'm leader doesn't mean I should lie in my den all day contemplating life," he said with a huff, but then smiled at his own comment. He guessed that was the life he always strived for back when he was young, but now as leader he felt inclined to do at least do something. Otherwise he'd feel haunted with guilt.


    He grimaced at Thrushmumble, the male biting the bottom of his lip as he thought for a moment. "Since we're going down to the Church anyway, may as well show us what herbs you need."
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