Thrushfur
Hearing his name being called, he perked his ears to meet Sundust. The medicine cat has tended to his wounds in his den. He slyly moved and shuffled his paws softly. Continuing to hear of Sundusts needs for herbs. He raised his brows realizing that he was going with his own apprentice on the patrol. He heaved a sigh as he raised a brow. Turning to find his own apprentice for the patrol. He gave a small shout just enough so that his voice was able to be heard from afar. Blue eyes glazed his surroundings - searching for the black-striped apprentice. "Patrol time Weaselpaw! Let's get going bud!" For his apprentice he showed no mercy.
He even had a few strategic plans to make sure even on patrols he was training accordingly. His eyes narrowed as he mischievously grinned. Using this as a form of training.. He snickered quietly. Patiently waiting for the apprentice to heed his call. While he would wait, perhaps he could do some grooming. He gave his coat swift licks from his chest downwards. Making sure his fur was sleek and clean. He hadn't had the time to groom for some time. He shuddered at the thought of looking like a piece of dung wherever he went. He couldn't keep himself contained whenever he was dirty. Groom this groom that.
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