Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrks: Mind reader(permanently active) and Shadow fiend(inactive)
Oh the joy of being late. Quietpaw sauntered casually into camp, making a quick stop to the prey pile to drop of her singular mouse before searching for the remainder of her patrol who appeared to be reporting to Mistlewhisker. So they had left her. A bit rude but no problem. At least not for her, she was as old as Birdecho so why should she be treated like an irresponsible child? Because her warrior name had been delayed for some unknown reason? Better not.
Suppose she needed to show she hadn't gotten lost...With a huff of exasperation the splotched molly jadedly drifted over to the trio, barely managing to keep a scowl of her face and maintain a somewhat neutral appearance.
"Apologies for my latenesss, Mistlewhisker. I..got sidetracked." Quietpaw offered a somewhat half hearted apology. She wasn't going to mention her mistakes the last remaining strand of dignity she had so she kept it vague. This was already a bad day, no need to make it worse.
[+1 Mouse]
(Sorry for late reply! ^^')
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