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Goal: Rumor has it that there have been sightings of cats on WIC territory. Capture or scare off the intruders.
Viktorygold - lavellan Seafrost - Cleaver Wintryoasis - pao
Every time there was news of intruders. Viktorygold's heart skipped a beat. But, alas, the intruders were never in search of him, and he was sure it was the same this time. At least, that's what he told himself to calm his heart as he made his way to the meeting place, right when the sun reached the highest point in the sky. He had been raised to never be early, and while some of his siblings may have preferred to be fashionably late, Viktorygold didn't like to keep others waiting too long. He had been told that he would be the leader of this patrol, and a little voice that sounded like his father seemed quite pleased with him. But he ignored that. He also ignored the voice that sounded like him, telling himself that it would be someone from Brookclan that would recognize his mismatched eyes.
The solid gray tom stalked over to join Viktorygold, hardly sparing a glance his way as he kept his brooding gaze trained ahead. The slightly undersized tom had been born and raised in the clan, and he took an immediate dislike to all newcomers --- and most of the clan, for that matter. The bitter young tom had lost any manners he'd been taught long ago when his brother died and he had no inclination to pick them up again. If anything, the loss made him more stubborn to be a thorn in the side of everyone he met.
