The warrior sees Minnowpaw first, and he approaches her. The large blue-grey tom lets out a mew, and looks at her again. "Hello. Minnowpaw, correct? I am Jayfeather." He mews softly as he looks at her.
oh starclan why put me in charge of this patrol...!?
Fishpaw frowned, great, a patrol. Ew. He met his other patrol mates with a disinterested look on his face.
(This is short, but I forgot that I need to do this, whoops @poppy. @ghoulio)
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Catching up to Fogfall just outside camp, Cherryswirl gave small smile and nod, urging for her to follow after herself and Willowshade. Pacing towards the medicine den, after seeing Falconfeather was nowhere in sight, she called in - her mouth full of leaf,
"Falconfeather! We're back!" She spat the small bundle by the entrance, nodding for the other two to do the same, "We brought as much as we could! Say, why'd you have to throw a stinky flower in there?" Cherry smacked her lips a couple times as a shiver ran down her spine. "Blegh... If you need anymore flower patrols, let us know!"
Jayfeather carries the moss into the camp, and directs Minnowpaw to distribute the moss to the more... needy cats. Queens and elders, mostly. Then he looks at the deputy. Slight fury dances in his eyes - not at her, but at his absent patrol mates. Lazy rats. "Ivorynight and Waspmeadow did not show up. It was only Minnowpaw and I. We brought moss back, for there was no trouble. We thought it was needed. Cold weather coming." The fury fades slightly as the large warrior looks at Larkwing. she seems tired-
Jayfeather carries the moss into the camp, and directs Minnowpaw to distribute the moss to the more... needy cats. Queens and elders, mostly. Then he looks at the deputy. Slight fury dances in his eyes - not at her, but at his absent patrol mates. Lazy rats. "Ivorynight and Waspmeadow did not show up. It was only Minnowpaw and I. We brought moss back, for there was no trouble. We thought it was needed. Cold weather coming." The fury fades slightly as the large warrior looks at Larkwing. she seems tired-
Fogfall, extremely tired, BUT ALIVE, dragged herself over to Falconfeather. “Here you go, let us—“ she was cut off by Cherryswirl. Seemed she had it covered. She let her do the talking.
Re: RiverClan Patrols
