we {open patrol} brought our drums

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This is an open patrol with a certain number of slots open for any WindClanners to join in if they so desire, with the eventual chance for some SC interaction if any SCers want in eventually! Tense interactions on the border ftw. I'll add tags into the slot positions as people post. No posting order! Just wanted a nice nifty slot list.~
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(1) CEDARTHORN
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(2) OPEN
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(3) OPEN
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(4) OPEN
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White paws swept across the cool green grass, the musky scent of the ShadowClan border bombarding Cedarthorn's rather delicate nose. (It really wasn't delicate - ShadowClan just smelled that bad.) She was keeping a sharp eye (and ear and nose) out for any signs of trouble, but truth be told, it had been rather quiet thus far. Reassuring, but also... suspicious. Or maybe she was just turning into a paranoid old crone. Bah. She wasn't even to her fortieth moon yet, and she already felt as though she was growing gray whiskers. At this rate, she'd likely end up in an early grave. It was probably... best not to think about that.
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The deputy decided to focus her mind, then, on something that was arguably even more stressful, her Clanmates. The tabby glanced over her shoulder at the ragtag group she'd thrown together for this patrol. "Keep up!" she barked at them, leaving no room for argument. "I certainly won't be responsible for you if you get left behind and picked up by ShadowClan! Keep your paws moving so we can get back to camp! Don't forget to mark, obviously." Was it true that Cedarthorn might actually leave some of her Clanmates behind? Of course not. Sometimes rhetoric had to be harsh, just enough to get a message across, but there was never any way that the she-cat would let her Clanmates suffer needlessly. Even if it was due to their own ineptitude. It was all in the code, a part of her creed as deputy. She had to care for those under her care, and it was a vow that Cedarthorn had always taken very, very seriously.
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Not forgetting her own orders, the WindClanner rubbed up against a fern she was passing, letting her tail linger as she looked over her shoulder once more. She paused in her stride, waiting for her Clanmates to catch up (and also keeping an eye to ensure that they were still alone out here. Cedarthorn would have loved to avoid any confrontation with ShadowClan if she could avoid it. "Everyone's alright?" she questioned as one or two or all of them drifted closer, green eyes harsh and narrowed as she took in her Clanmates.