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The orange-and-blue she-cat shook out her fur as she leaned against wall of the camp, casting a swift glance around in search of the missing member of her patrols, Fearfelicity and Nightshiver. Though relatively new to the clan after her exile from SpringClan, the fierce warrior refused to be a burden on her clanmates, and she carried her fair share of the duties. She had been leading patrols for many moons in her old clan and she was pleased to have the chance to do so again, though it barely showed in her schooled expression as she kept an eye out for the others. They should be ready soon.
Thymerobin's family had been scattered and killed during their exile, and yet, she wasn't worried about their border patrol passing her old home. Their borders didn't touch to begin with, but she hadn't even been surprised by the treatment she had received, so there was little ill will to begin with: ever since she'd lost her leg other cats had been out to judge her. She wouldn't let it bother her, though, and she refused to compromise her clan's safety by letting SpringClan provoke her.
Fearfelicity had never had a patrol with the cats that she was assigned with today. With fear in her throat she stepped closer to the entrance and saw her fellow patrol-mate, Thymerobin. The first thing she noticed was her leg was gone. She realized that maybe she shouldn't say something about it immediately, because normally she would. She knew Thymerobin was previous from SpringClan, so she thought maybe to make conversation about that.
"Hey," she said groggily. It was still taking her some time to wake up. "How are you?" she asked.
"Hey," she responded, her voice short but not unfriendly. "I'm ready to get going, as soon as Nightshiver is ready."
Once she had been more outgoing and social, but age had mellowed her, made her business-like and cautious. She was less inclined to being bubbly now than she was to being observant, and as she appraised the other feline with a single look, she detected a hint of fear beneath her sleepiness. Nerves for the patrol, most likely, so she dismissed it without much thought. Her stance shifted slightly as she glanced around, then dropped her chin and gazed steadily at Fearfelicity.
"Very tired." she said monotonously. She had stayed up late last night fortifying different areas of the camp, per Thrushstar. "But I am excited to do something else for a change!" she exclaimed excitedly.
