| Snowybreeze |
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive
Quiet and peaceful as he was, Snowybreeze's ears perked up at the older tom's voice as story time was brought up upon the clan. It was a history lesson, and the white furred warrior was long past the time when he had needed his own to become a warrior. Come to think of it... kit lessons were not needed when he was a kit. Stars above... he felt old. A silly notion for the young tom, he knew, but it didn't deter the feeling for long.
Despite having been born and raised in WindClan - as far as he knew - the overgrown ball of fur realized that he... knew precious little about the clan in its entirety. He remembered the fire, of course. The band of rogues led by that despicable William. But outside of this, his knowledge was limited. His interactions were remarkably similar in nature, leaving him a bit apart from the rest of WindClan. A distance he accepted, knowing full well his presence was not relished by most. Understandably so, too. But if Crowtooth was here... inviting all cats big and small for a bit of learning... well, it would be rude not to join in, wouldn't it?
Massive paws guiding him to the edges of the crowd, his gaze rounded slightly at the sight of his former mentor and - stubbornly in his mind - mother figure, Deadmoon. Cinnamon ear giving a light, nervous twitch, the gentle giant made his way to her, keeping a polite distance even as he approached. Dipping his head in his usual greeting, Snowybreeze tilted his head in query. A small, unspoken question there. If he could be given the privilege, perhaps, of learning some of his beloved clan's history next to an equally esteemed cat.
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gs29513 [Deadmoon]