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Foxpaw had been picked for this simple patrol as well. Not by her choice, of course, she much rather would have napped or had swimming lessons on this fine, fine day, but nope. After a boring morning Foxpaw had the great idea to leave a live mouse in her mother's nest, hoping for some attention. Instead she'd been suggested for the patrol to keep busy, since her most recent mentor had been MIA. Of course, Foxpaw was a pro at keeping herself occupied, and being pushed onto a patrol could be worse. She could be dealing with elders or, Starclan forbid, kits. The stopped when the others did, lazily raising a hind foot and scratching at her ear before yawning, her pale eyes following a bird. “Cats — Skyclan, I think — In the river!” Oh? The speaking cat was another apprentice, Rookpaw. She'd scouted ahead and found something it seemed. Foxpaw's attention was grabbed, though she continued to nonchalantly watch the bird. Only the twitching of her ears gave away that was was indeed listening. And intently. "Six SkyClan birdbrains. At least four of them warriors, given their size." Oh. How interesting. That was a large patrol, it seemed. But why? She was too young to know there had been talk of Skyclan wanting the river, and even if they did it would make no sense to her. Skyclan were tree cats, most would drown when the river ran rough. She returned her sharp gaze to the Riverclan cats, looking at Whitewolf and then at the others. "Let's give 'em a piece of our mind," she snorted. "Send them home with their tail between their legs."

Notes: salty kittens