Heart still racing from the declaration of battle - and of her own satisfaction with being named to guard camp - Puddlemask padded with tail held high to a corner of the clearing. Her blue-violet eyes flicked to the various groups of cats milling about and discussing the attack. She was looking for Daintybird, Daisybloom, or Voleskip - her fellow guardians - to discuss their roles going forward.
Puddlemask's fur was bristling with restless energy. She wouldn't mind any cat to talk to while she waited.
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