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Lynxpaw
Then, there was silence. It was a bit concerning, to be honest. Even the quietest apprentices usually showed some bit of emotion. Russetpaw just did as she was told without giving anything away. (Like him. In the past.) The similarities made the frosty tom's pelt prickle. Was this the stars' way of punishing him for no reason? How come no cats had ever approached him back then? Surely, they would be curious. But unlike Russetpaw's emotionless expression, as an apprentice, Talonstone had the aura of a frigid blast of wind, making cats think twice before stepping a paw near him. Alright. So he had been even less approachable back then. The tom stalked over beneath a tree where poppies grew, prodded at a large, dry leaf that was on the ground, then unsheathed his claws and scraped at the inner bulb of the bright red flower. Little black seeds stuck like burrs to his claws, and he deposited them the best he could onto the leaf.