[sleepyyjax]

 

Originally Posted by Starphobia

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Silentpaw
Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 7 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
[53/100]

Purrks:
Ultimate Predator [Always Active]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

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He hoped he wouldn't have to be here often. Silentpaw almost physically recoiled at the powerful scent of fish and whatnot. How could anyone smell like that and be completely fine? RiverClan, probably.

The tabby tortoiseshell tom nodded once. Newts and frogs. Okay. He figured he would not have to be here often, after all, minus for patrols, of course. He didn't njoy newts or frogs all that much, despite being a ShadowClan cat.

Maybe you were destined for another Clan.

{ @sleepyyjax }
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Newtbelly
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend | 17 moons

Again, Silentpaw didn't appear to have any pressing questions, so he moved on. Now, they'd visit the whispering wetlands. WindClan. Sometimes regarded as soft, he'd heard they'd fought fiercely in the recent raid - defending their honour after the death of Fallownose. Willow trees grew all around, their age showing in each twist and bump. He was never sure what he thought of the willows - he much preferred ShadowClan's pines, but they were nice enough. "The Whispering Wetlands, our border with WindClan," he exclaimed pretty plainly. The wetlands were a mire, not too different from the marsh they'd just visited. "More of the same, frogs and that. Anything that likes the water." Again, there wasn't much to say about the border. He moved on to mark it.

"That's all there really is to this border. WindClan aren't too interesting, though, they're getting better at defending themselves."
"That's it for the territory. Let's take that prey back to camp."