July 15th, 2024, 05:58 PM
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Re: Darkwater Mire
SQUIRRELRISE
she/her. 12 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death ]
fortunately, it's not long before sleepysunrise joins the group. as expected of an enforcer. the youngest enforcer, speaking of -- "c-congratulations..on your promotion to - to..enforcer." she says. she mentally curses herself at the mention of the berries. crap, she should've remembered those. just a bit of brain fog, she reasons, shaking her head slightly.
"..let's go." squirrelrise meows with a glance between the two before she turns and heads towards the camps entrance.
the talk to darkwater mire is relatively quiet. well, for the warrior, anyway. she glances at the ground as the terrain slowly becomes more shadowed and the soil grows softer. very soggy. stinging nettles..dock, she repeats internally as the patrol approaches the bog, ears swiveling at the sounds of woodpeckers knocking away at tree bark somewhere in the distance. she slows to a stop, glancing at sleepysunrise and cinderpaw. she's never led a patrol..urgh. brows furrowing in mild worry, she speaks up.
"er..let's s-stay..within a yowls..distance from e-eachother. also...remember to..wash the..s-stinging nettles.." she reminds, ending off with a small nod.
[ @Neptune. @Estelle ]
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