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❪ TAGS ❫ — Slate could confidently say that this was his first time ever being chosen to lead a patrol, though he wishes that he could have done so in not so dire circumstances. This was not just an ordinary patrol but a search party for Blazestar's daughter. She may have had warrior training, but the twolegplace was a bad place for a young cat who wasn't aware of their surroundings or the dangers within.
The Maine Coon treks toward the front of the group, nostrils flaring as he follows a scent trail. They're onto something, he reckons, but is soon met with disappointment after it abruptly fades into nothing. Slate furrowed his brows and padded a few paces forward; still nothing.
He turned over his shoulder and instructed the group, "The scent ends somewhere around here. Let's see if we can pick anything up further down the way. Keep your eyes and ears open." Urgh, stuck with three kittypet-adjacent warriors. Not the company that Slate preferred to keep, but he supposes that they'd at least have some knowledge on the area. As for Slate, his expertise remained with the rugged streets and alleyways, not necessarily where the twolegs resided.
// @SHRIMPY BOY @Johnny @Ashenclaw
The Maine Coon treks toward the front of the group, nostrils flaring as he follows a scent trail. They're onto something, he reckons, but is soon met with disappointment after it abruptly fades into nothing. Slate furrowed his brows and padded a few paces forward; still nothing.
He turned over his shoulder and instructed the group, "The scent ends somewhere around here. Let's see if we can pick anything up further down the way. Keep your eyes and ears open." Urgh, stuck with three kittypet-adjacent warriors. Not the company that Slate preferred to keep, but he supposes that they'd at least have some knowledge on the area. As for Slate, his expertise remained with the rugged streets and alleyways, not necessarily where the twolegs resided.
// @SHRIMPY BOY @Johnny @Ashenclaw
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