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Shrewstep crouched with his patrolmates, casting a single, swift glance towards Dawnstar's patrol. It was amusing, seeing the leader up in a tree, she didn't look entirely comfortable. The closest his brain had to what he saw in that moment was an old, fat owl in the day, unable to move without disaster but uncomfortable where it was. Snapping his gaze back to Redshrike, he knew that he had to be focused. Unsheathing his claws into the dirt a bit more nervously than he would have liked, he hunkered a bit lower. He didn't have that much to worry about really, but Venompaw was up the tree with Dawnstar. Hopefully he didn't get hurt jumping down. Shaking his head at himself more than anything, he once again recommitted his attention. Venompaw could handle himself.