Everyone seemed to be on edge, well Swan seemed to be at least. Curling her long white tail, the Scottish feline took a soft gasp of the air surround her. Her golden gaze moved upon the moor camp as the tired molly let a small sigh exit her lips. Rising to her paws with a careful grace, she dragged her thoughts into her words as she quietly asked. ``Who's open for a hunting patrol?`` She flicked an ear carefully waiting for the responses of the windclan members to join her within the circle of camp.
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