[silver.]

bitternpaw
he/him // 7 moons // shc apprentice

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What was this? Patrols and he wasn't sent on one? This wouldn't do. Tail twitching irritably behind him he doesn't hesitate to slink his way up to Mossfreckle, ears laid flat against the top of his head as he eyes the medicine cat apprentice.

"Mossfreckle."

At least he knew this one's name. There were so many cats in Shadowclan that it made his head spin. But this one he knew well enough. Mostly because he was annoyed whenever he wasn't sent out on a patrol when he was ready to go. Ready to provide. Ready. Always ready.

"Take me out on patrol." Crap, manners. Remember manners. "Please."

mossfreckle | @ellie