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Bitterbane shot a distasteful look at her paws, gaze flicking to the spots where mud splashed brown freckles onto her pale pelt. Stars. That'll taste disgusting when she cleans it off. She heaved a worrisome sigh and trotted back to the patrol place after separating from Flamegaze. In all? The patrol went alright. Not too bad, nobody too prickly to set off a bad mood in her.
"Vulturefang." Speaking of bad moods, though. Bitterbane flicked a dark ear with underlying irritation. Something about their deputy irked her. Too disrespectful, perhaps.
"The border was as usual," the warrior reported. She stayed her tongue for a moment, contemplating whether or not she should include the (half) run-in with the WindClanners. Mentally shrugging, she decided
why not? "Saw a patrol but they didn't do much. Left as quick as they'd showed."