Despite the late evening hour, several SkyClan patrol's were finally wrapping up a day's work in the form of quickly checking all of the important borders. At the head of the tiny party was Elmcloud, who was padding alongside Swiftpaw, while the two mindlessly broed out during their duties. As they approached the Highpine, he was a tad bit surprised to see that they had overlapped with another ShadowClan patrol, but it hardly stopped him from lazily swaggering up directly up to Olivelily and Cedarstorm.
At the sight of the two ShadowClanners, the young tom's head cocked for several brief heartbeats as he continued to gaze at them with curious eyes- before something finally clicked within his mind."My, my, my," Elmcloud finally drawled, the usual infuriating smugness twisting his handsome face into a coy simper, "I almost didn't recognize you without that signature face-full of mud you seem to love so much." The last part of his jibe was thrown directly in Cedarstorm's face, a sharp grin punctuating the taunt.
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