QUAILSTEP
The hunting patrol headed out into the clearer area of the territory - it would be good to chase down anything in the open while the weather was still slightly warm, before things retreated to burrows and hollows by trees. And if it should snow... the pine trees would help provide...
Finding a patrol of cats willing to accompany the self-imposed social pariah had proved easier than she thought. Seafoambelly wasn't used to the responsibility of leading a border patrol, but it was nice to have the company. They stuck to the ThunderClan side of the river for now - though...
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