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[color=C9C0BB]Frostpaw rolled her eyes at Lionpaw’s comment. Of course the big oaf would think that snails raining from the sky would be cool. She’d be more concerned about them sticking to her fur or maybe filling the ocean. Then they’d have nothing to eat but snails, and that thought grossed her out. [color=659EC7][b]”You’re right. We can talk to Amberpaw and Duskpaw a ton now,”[/b][/color] she answered with a flick of her tail. That was the bright side to the situation, she guessed. More communication between them was always important. She could keep her ears pricked for anything that might touch her as interesting. Like gossip. She loved gossip. 

[b]”Hey!”[/b] 

Frostpaw’s ears laid flat at Scorchpaw’s yowl. She turned to see Lionpaw’s littermate cross the clearing, his yellow gaze flitting across their number. Great. Just what they needed– a snobby know-it-all to stick his nose into their conversation. 

[color=659EC7][b]”Hello, Scorchpaw. Looking for your brother? Look no further, ‘cause he’s right here.”[/b][/color] Frostpaw flicked her tail against Lionpaw’s shoulder. 

Scorchpaw’s eyes narrowed. [b]”What’re you guys doing near the medicine den? Don’t you have something more important to do?”[/b] He turned to Frostpaw. [b]”Did you even go on patrol?”[/b]

[color=659EC7][b]”If you had paid attention earlier, yes. I caught a seagull, which Brightflow took back to camp,”[/b][/color] Frostpaw grumbled. 

Scorchpaw huffed and glanced up at Lionpaw and Reedpaw. [b]”Do you wanna come on patrol with Swiftwind and Swiftbird, then? They’re inviting apprentices along.”[/b]

Frostpaw nodded up at them. [color=659EC7][b]”You two should go.”[/b][/color] She stretched out her back legs, her tail trembling as she felt her tired muscles loosen up with the movement. [color=659EC7][b]”I should get some rest for tomorrow, so I need some alone time.”[/b][/color][/color]