[ti]Private[/ti]"ddoogear wow you suck boi"

[Dofferz!]

'Swallowsong, your're in a patrol along the Mothclan border.'

The tabby sniffed, flicking her ears back lightly in distaste. However, was no use arguing and she strode over to where she would wait for anybody else to join the patrol. As expected, Dogear was one of the fellow felines to be grouped with her. The Maine Coon said naught for now, looking off through the foam of the Mistclan waterfall. Starclan, she really didn't want to get her pelt wet today!


//GnawingOnIce please forgive me what sort of intro even is this ;^;
I promise it'll get better. Just wasn't much to say just yet,,,

[GnawingOnIce]

Dogear watched as Swallowsong, a pretty maine coon, padded up to him.
They were about to go and patrol the Mothclan border to make sure that none of those pesky fox-hearts had crossed the border.
He saw Swallowsong eying the waterfall, it didn't look like she wanted to get her pelt wet.
The muscular tom stood and started toward the fall,
"Let's go."
He wasn't sure how this would turn out, he knew that Swallowsong wasn't exactly fond of any of the other Clans so it might please her to know that they were staying in their respected territories.

[Dofferz!]

The feline cast one last glance from the waterfall to her nice, dry den before sighing as Dogear spoke for them to start going. As she headed towards the waterfall, Swallowsong bushed out her pelt before slipping past the roaring sheet of water to the outside lands. The thought of living behind the water was nice, truly, but whichever miserable cat had the idea to actually do so would soon have clawed ears. Oh yeah, Froststar.

"Where to?" she huffed, shaking small beads of water off from the fall's spray. Yes, the Mothclan border. She knew that, but seeing Swallowsong had spent a nice deal of time lazing in the camp, she hardly seemed to even know Mistclan territory too well. Thank Starclan this wasn't a hunting patrol.

[GnawingOnIce]

"Where to?" Swallowsong had asked him.
Did she not pay attention? He wondered.
"MothClan border."
Dogear flicked his tail tip.
A cool breeze blew past the two,  making Dogear fluff out his short fur.
He was getting tired of this cold weather.
They set out toward the border, which was in Niyike Meadow.
Niyike Meadow was a pretty field that was filled with flowers during spring.
Today, it was just grass.
Boring grass.
But it was the MothClan border, which seemed to suit the mean cats.
He looked back to check if Swallowsong was following.
She was, just a bit behind.
Dogear, personally, thought she was pretty, despite her attitude sometimes.