Post by Tumbleweed on Apr 1, 2019 21:09:22 GMT
It's a shame
you seemed an HONEST MAN, A sliver of light hits a sleeping warrior's closed eye, causing him to squint, and then stir, rather begrudgingly as consciousness, and realization of duty, comes with it. It's with a yawn that Tumbleweed pulls himself out of his nest, stepping out from the soft moss and stretching his single front paw out across the sticks and mud that made out the clan's main den. The lodge was dim and cozy, but even the covering had holes and cracks where one could see the beginning rays of light break through and scatter across the flooring. Dawn wasn't Tumbleweed's favourite time of day, but an assigned patrol was an assigned patrol, even if it was assigned prior to sleep.
The bulky warrior shuffles his way through the sleeping cats in the shared den between warriors and apprentices, yawning as he selected his victim. He settles back on his haunches, freeing up a large front paw to prod at a wiry apprentice, careful to keep as much of the sleep out of his voice as he could, although the feat seemed rather impossible, "Dustpaw."
"Patrol time, gotta get movin'."
The bulky warrior shuffles his way through the sleeping cats in the shared den between warriors and apprentices, yawning as he selected his victim. He settles back on his haunches, freeing up a large front paw to prod at a wiry apprentice, careful to keep as much of the sleep out of his voice as he could, although the feat seemed rather impossible, "Dustpaw."
"Patrol time, gotta get movin'."
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