[Neptune.]

Cinderpaw
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115/100
14 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice
small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes

Cloverpaw's order for her to speak up is met with a slight flinch followed quickly by a withering glare. She was only speaking at all in order to be helpful to this cat she wasn't sure knew nor could see when she was using sign language. Part of her really wants to be petty and just... stop using her voice altogether now, but that's a difficult thing to do when walking, so she chooses instead to simply ignore the other apprentice, allowing Bleedingpaw to lean into her even if she does stiffen slightly with the contact at first. Him sticking up for her was nice, she didn't really expect it, but she would remember it for the future.

"Bush, probably," she says after thinking for a moment. Might be easier to see what's going on if she's not behind a completely solid object. Cloverpaw butts in, and maybe Cinderpaw's imagining it, but his tone is almost imperious, and, again, maybe it's selfish to think this, but his stilted speech sends a jolt of insecurity through her. After all, her own speech is often stilted like that too. Still, she won't say no to the killing blow. She nods, only half in response to Cloverpaw, her attention mostly on Bleeding.

"I.. can do that.." she answers, clearing her throat after to try and mitigate the scratching even this small amount of speech is causing.

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