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The massive deputy stood, his gaze flicking around before he gave a quick flick of his tail. It wasn't until he noticed the cream toned tomcat padding towards him that he gave a sigh and stopped to sit, letting the younger cat walk towards him. "How was the patrol?" he asked, giving a quick lick to the thick ginger fur on his chest. His ears flicking about comfortably while awaiting the tomcat's response.

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The afternoon had been slow, the small tabby tomcat slipped from his den. The heat of the sun burning his pelt, while it wasn't that warm today, he still felt it more than most. Well.. except for that snappy deputy of course. They seemed to share the same density in fur. Sloeberry hopped about for a minute before deciding his next move. He would go see if the mint patch had yet grown back. He hadn't checked it in a couple weeks and now felt like a good time as any. The medicine cat trotted towards the exit, a glance to Flametail and Farfield briefly before he wrinkled his nose. He couldn't wait for the medicine cat meeting to come round this moon. Everything here seemed boring, which as odd as a medicine cat to say or think but.. he couldn't help it. It was just so quiet lately. Not even ShadowClan had been stirring.

It seemed like forever as the tabby walked through the trees and brush, nearer to ShadowClan's territory now. 'I hope Nightpaw is doing better than before.' He thought as he padded. Sloeberry flicked his ears at the approaching footsteps and paused for a moment. A ShadowClan patrol? It was a little early in the day for those night owls wasn't it? My name is Lord Voldemort 05:52, 5 May 2023 (UTC)

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