We got some patrols to check! (Open, anyone who wants a patrol)

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    Only too much had happened lately.


    And, fortunately, most of the aspects were returning to normal, asides from still having to adjust to the new slaves from RiverClan. Even that was a benign task; Pendulum didn't go check into the tunnels often. However, one of the tasks he did need to do was organize patrols.


    "If anyone up for a border patrol, I'm out assigning them!" called the serval. His voice wasn't at the level of the commanding tone Elixor could have, as he was more submissive, but it was more than good enough for a second-in-command position of sorts. "Hunting parties, too - if any of you feel the need to have to be assigned to a group to go hunt."

    Blankslate's tail flicked and she darted towards the large tom. She had been out of wack lately, and hadn't been doing much at all, even though there had been quite a lot of excitement going on around her. She had kept a pretty cool head, though sometime she had to wonder if maybe her original home hadn't been better. Blankslate had been taken from her original home and family when she had been only a few moons old, and taken to live with Tribe of Many Storms. She'd never been overly impressed, but that was okay. "I can go on one." the young she-cat offered softly.

    Pendulum turned to Blankslate, nodding with a smile. "Which kind of patrol would you like?" he meowed. "I could place you on a hunting patrol."

    She shook her head slowly. She could hunt on her own, and on her own time. She usually did. Though she was not extremely shy anymore, as she had been more of in her youth, she did prefer to do some tasks alone. Actually, a lot of things she found herself doing alone, and she was sometimes not sure whether that was because she wanted to or not. Blankslate glanced up at Pendulum. "I'd prefer a border patrol, actually." And she might get to know the space a little better, rather than straying very little in any direction.