Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
20/100
Even though her mentor's manner of speaking proved irritating, he did show at least some traces of common sense. Cyan gaze locked forwards, Quietpaw silently tolerated Hillstrider's telling of rumours. Voices? How daft. Unless there were some stray ghosts haunting the borders, which she highly doubted, then no such thing could be heard and this was backed by Hillstrider's report.
The Shadowclan apprentice treaded a little more carefully as they approched a risky looking creek. Thunderclan, hmm? Wasn't this the clan that often triggered her grandmother's rage? Well to be honest, Dawnstar didn't seem fond of any clan which was understandable of course.
Quiet surveyed the long drop warily. If one lost their footing near here then they would most certainly meet a gruesome fait indeed. Why was this dangerous place chosen as a border? To keep others out or to keep them in? Albeit, Hillstrider seemed more intrested in discussing huting...well more like crickets....crickets, how intresting. Noisy bugs that were quite useless...sounded familiar.
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Mica