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Hawkbite]
"Excuses, excuses. You could never beat me, Shorty" Hawkbite retorted with a smirk as they made their way through the camp entrance.
The tabby continued on, not pausing to wait for Starrypaw as they made their way through the marsh. The pine trees were sheltering them from the blazing sun above. He couldn't imagine how WindClan must feel right now, the heat just melting those cats.
Ick.
Of course, the first place to pop up was the
Moonlit Grove. They'd recently restored the area so it wasn't traumatizing for cats anymore. The bodies were safely underground. However, a shudder overtook the tom as the memory of the giant spider came back through his mind. What a chaotic scene.
"Okay, so here's the Moonlit Grove," Hawkbite finally spoke, pausing in the area. The scent of dog was still faint.
"Usually is smells of herbs and flowers. Elmshadow has said some herbs grow abundantly here so keep that in mind if we ever do an herb patrol," the tabby spoke, turning his gaze towards the younger feline.
"Right now, the scent of dog is still faint, but it'll go away with time. Anyways, we honor our dead here. Each mound you see is a grave," the Enforcer spoke solemnly. Unlike some cats in the clan, Hawkbite respected the dead a little more. The tone in his voice would be enough to show it if Starrypaw picked up on it.
He let his apprentice take in the scenery, awaiting any questions or concerns. If nothing, he'd begin to move on to the next place.
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Rose