LETS GET IT STARTED || patrol to the twoleg place

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    Berylbreeze hadn't had much to do recently, so he was glad that he was given the task of going on a patrol and doing something a bit difference. Checking out kittypet activity. He wasn't sure why Blackbird or Cornstalk couldn't do this because they came back to this place every night but hey he wouldn't argue. It gave him something new and fresh to do aside from your typical hunting or border patrol, so he had been quick to gather up a patrol and head out. Maybe they'd come across a kittypet or find something cool? He had heard that a few moons back though the kittypets had been giving SkyClan troubles by hunting in their territory. He hoped he wouldn't come across anything like that or hostile kittypets today. As he nears the twoleg place he glances back at the patrol, "Alright guys. If you see anything off or smell anything suspicious be sure to let me know. If we come across any kittypets lets try to stay friendly, we don't need any drama and I don't want to come back to camp with a patrol full of injured cats." He tells anyone who came along with him with a small nod. With that the large white tom allowed his power full limbs to push him up in a leap before he scrambles onto a nearby fence to get a better look at the place. He couldn't believe they had warriors within the clan who liked... living in this area. At least for the night.


    //didnt want to start 2 threads with the same starter so feel free to post as if your character is on the patrol <3<3


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    promise me no promises —— tags.

    Juniperpaw decided he should do something useful for once in his life, so had followed behind Berylbreeze on the patrol, eyes of dark green scanning over their surroundings. Twolegplace was generally the place that the cinnamon tabby tended to patrol the most, mainly in an effort to avoid the RiverClan border. It wasn't that he believed all RiverClan cats were savages because of the one that had torn his spine open, but... their scent made him uneasy, to the point where he preferred to avoid it. No cat liked being in discomfort, right? No one could really blame him... though, he did wish that he was a little less... well, dumb (because seriously, he was almost a warrior and he was freaked out by the scent of their neighbouring Clan- it was kind of ridiculous). The scent of dog and Twolegs and kittypets entered his nostrils, and the male felt his hackles raise as he let his nose guide him to something of interest...


    It was a spherical object, luminescent green and fuzzy with a long, wiggly white line passing through some of the lime-green fuzz. The boy had no clue what it was, and it absolutely stank of dog. "Weird," he hummed, raising a quizzical eyebrow.