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Brindleflower nodded. "Sure," she mewed. "Shouldn't we bring someone else?", she mewed curiously. Though, honestly she'd rather go alone with him.

Brindleflower nodded. "I'll go get her," she mewed, and trotted towards Novaheart. "Up for a patrol?", she asked, her pale green eyes glittering.

Brindleflower shrugged. "Mind if Oakfur and I tag along?", she mewed, flicking her fawn, bushy tail towards Oakfur.

Brindleflower gave her fur one last lick and trotted next to Oakfur out of camp, her creamy fur brushing against his. Her green gaze flickered around the forest as they emerged from the tunnel into the woodland. "Where are we patroling?", she asked.

Brindleflower rolled her pale green eyes. "I don't know about you, but I'm not going up there. The fox will smell you and attack before you get the slightest whiff of it up there," she mewed, acting as if Novaheart was an apprentice. She licked her fawn pelt twice and looked up at her again.

Lilac watched Scourge talk to the tom, and backed away nervously. Her tortishell fur was bristling. Her violet eyes were glazed with worry, and she crept away from Scourge.

Brindleflower snorted. "We're cats not squirrels. We fight on the ground," she insisted and her fur bristled as she saw the russet fur of a fox streaking towards her and the patrol.

Lilac sat outside camp, her tortishell fur fluffed out because of the cold winds. She peered into camp slowly, and saw a black and white tom in the center looking quite annoying and angry. Lilac ducked back out, and accidently padded on a thorn. Cursing, she sat down and licked her paw.

Lilac's violet eyes widened. 'He seems nice enough,' she thought. The tortishell nodded, after giving her paw one final lick. "Okay," she mewed, limping forward. "You don't live too far away, do you? I'm not sure how long I can walk for," the pretty she-cat admitted.

Lilac shrugged off Nebula's clear annoyance, and limped after her, wincing as her paw hit the ground. "Do you have a medicine cat?", the tortishell she-cat asked Nebula. Lilac had come from ShadowClan, but willingly left after her brother died in battle. Lilac completely gave up her old name, Lilacdust.

{{ Introducing one new cat, if you accept - }}

Name: Flight
Gender: Tom
Age: 15 Moons
Appearance: An orange striped tabby with long-fur with green eyes
Personality: A kind tom, with no battle-hunger or ambition. All Flight wants to do is help other cats. He has a strange interest to heal and care for others, and is fascinated with healing herbs.
History: Flight's mother was a kitty-pet, Pearl, and his father was a ThunderClan warrior Sunwhisker, who fell in love and had Flight, and his two sisters Ambergaze and Skyshadow who joined ThunderClan. Flight has been living by himself ever since he was old enough to hunt for himself.
Would You Kill Your Own Mother If Scourge Told You To?: Never ever.
And Your Sisters/Brothers?: Never.
Would You Kill Yourself If Scourge Told You To?: To protect a friend or a loved one, yes, but Flight always prefers peace over war, and would try to explain a better option to Scourge.
Will You Be Forever Loyal?: If Flight feels he should devote himself to the group.
** Other: He'd love to be a medicine cat for the group after hearing stories from his father about medicine cats.

{{ OOC :: Thanks :) }}

Lilac narrowed her eyes in confusion but padded into camp after Nebula.

Flight padded through the forest, scenting the air for prey or other cats. His long bushy orange tail whisked behind him.

Flight scented two other cats - a tom, by the smell of it, and a she-cat. Following the scent, he crept over to where a black and white tom was pinning down a she-cat. The ground seemed to sway under the orange tabby's paws as he realized the tom was Scourge...an evil, ambitious tom who is always hungry for power and revenge - Flight's mother had told him many stories about Scourge and his old group of cats. The tom narrowed his soft green eyes and couldn't help but interfere. "Excuse me," Flight mewed, stepping out of the undergrowth. "Leave that she-cat alone," he said, ignoring the fear that was gripping his insides tightly. His heart beat faster and faster as the stories his mother had told him about Scourge when he was a kit raced through his mind. "She has done nothing to harm you," he added, his shoulder fur bristling. Flight forced his fur to lay flat, and relaxed his posture, hoping to avoid a fight. Flight hated fighting and chaos.

Flight ignored Scourge's hostility with a wave of hid bushy tail. "I'm not here to fight," the orange tabby tom mewed calmly. He sniffed the she-cat for any sign of distres or wounds, but she had none. Flight knew the wounds Scourge could inflict - he killed Flight's mother.

Flight's green eyes widened in shock. The orange tabby burst upward and sprang to his feet to face Scourge. He forced his fur to lie flat and Flight gazed calmly at Scourge. "I'm not here to fight," Flight mewed casually.

Flight swung his head to the side after the blow of Scourge, but stayed put. "You'd be that mouse-brained? It's quite obvious your planning something that involves many cats, and by the scent of you, a queen of yours has just birthed kits. You need a cat with a knowledge of herbs, and that cat, is me," the orange tabby mewed, his pale green eyes locked on Scourge.

Flight waved his tail in satisfaction and followed Scourge, but stayed alert just in case. The orange tabby tom didn't think he could trust Scourge.

[font=georgia]Flight narrowed his eyes. "You think a queen would take kindly to a stranger tom barging into her den with new-born kits?" the tom mewed. Scourge obviously has no clue how to lead she-cats properly, or to treat she-cats properly. The long-haired orange tom licked his paw and drew it over his ear.

Flight padded up to Nebula and dipped his head respectfully. "Hi, I'm Flight. I've been appointed healer of your group," the orange tabby tom mewed. "Scourge has ordered me to check on you and your kits. Do you need anything? Are you feeling okay?" Flight mewed.