Beetlethorn was sitting on the edge of the WillowClan river, staring into it without a care in the world. she had been sent out on a herbal patrol for the medicine cat: Ferretcall. The day had been going well so far. Cats were sharing tongues, helping with the daily patrols, it seemed as if nothing could make this day go wrong. She was still staring into the river when she finally saw you. “hey, you! you’re on WillowClan territory! get off before i make you.”
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