Midnightpaw
Shadowclan
She/her
78/100
Midnightpaw had already been up, sitting near the mouth of the apprentice's den when patrols had been called. Her ears twitched and swiveled towards Mossfreckle's location as she listened for her name… And, would you look at that, she had been called!
The fluffy furred molly padded her way over to the forming clusters of patrols, and her eyes landed on Petalrot first. It seemed that Grousepaw wasn't here quite yet–ah, they'd have to wait.
“Hello, Petalrot.” Midnightpaw greeted with a dip of her head–ever the respectable girl she was. Then, she sat herself down next to bug, curling her tail over her paws.
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