| Dapplebreeze |
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 1] - Inactive
Silent as the higher ups spoke and plotted, the senior warrior's ears perked only when she realized that the deed was done. They were to begin their move. The patched warrior was admittedly not delighted in her position in this patrol, much preferring if she could have remained protecting her leader. She was far more partial to the idea of being able to keep to Twilightstar's side in case something dreadful happened... like a backstab from the ShadowClanners. She would not question the leader on this, however. She trusted the lilac she-cat to know best in this regard.
Dapplebreeze was perhaps a bit less eager to trust her leader, however, when she gave the rat's leader the choice of taking their own medicine cat with her. Surely it couldn't be wise to give the colossal tabby access to their own healer? What if she decided to turn on Lightningstorm and kill her after it was all said and done? Oh... she could feel herself growing tense, and it took everything in her power to not have her hackles raise as the toad dared to pick the calico to go along with her. Suddenly, going along with Dawnstar's entourage was a much more pressing matter. She trusted the leader to be able to fight off the advances of any traitorous swamp dwellers than the medicine cat. She hadn't had any combat training after all. Perhaps someone should fix that in the future... If only she could approach her. Get her to trust someone enough to make herself vulnerable enough to be attacked yet not believe her life was truly at risk. WindClan had certainly done a number on her trust, and the senior warrior couldn't help but wonder if they would ever be able to repair that sundered gap.
Stepping forward and joining Hawkfur, she dipped her head at the newly appointed fury - a rank the lieutenant was still rather unused to in the first place - ready for command. The leader had appointed him as the head of this patrol, and the former queen had never been so overly proud that she could not take commands from a younger feline. He had proven himself in combat by surviving the first wave of minks when they had been an unknown. And with her own daughter chosen to stand by the medicine cat during this battle - an excellent choice considering who they would be accompanied by - the young tom seemed a proper choice to lead them towards victory. Quietly, her fur seemingly buzzing with the anticipation of what was to come, she awaited, unwilling to spend more energy than needed before the inevitable explosion of fur and blood.
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Mica [Hawkfur]