When he was at the camp entrance, he felt something touching his spine fur, "it's too bad we don't have the same patrol." it was Roseheart, her tail laying on his fur.
"well, we'll have the same patrol someday..." he secretly hoped not.
Goldenstripe was walking up to him, his face with amusment, "are you gonna stay here, talking like fletchlings? or are we gonna actually go on the patrol?" he mewed slyly.
"o-of course not, lets just go already" Bluepelt said.
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