[Neptune.]

Wrenpaw
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25/100
8 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue
medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes

Hearing Dusklion call for patrols, Wrenpaw yawned and narrowed her eyes slightly. She wouldn't make any comments, but she hadn't exactly felt very fondly toward the Head Lionheart ever since her, ahem, little outburst at the last meeting. Personal feelings aside, though, at least this wasn't some dumb herb patrol again. If she had to sift through grass looking for flowers again she was gonna throw up. She's not sure who this Ponddrop cat is, but hopefully they're at least competent. Patiently, the silver feline begins grooming her pelt as she waits for her oh-so-important warrior escort to arrive.

[ @appariitiion ]