Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrks: Mind reader(permanently active) and Shadow fiend(inactive)
Movement. Quietpaw could sense another being settling by her side. Still, she stayed in place, the only motion that came from her was the uneven rise and fall of her flank. Why had she been approached? To be humiliated? Too bad, she already was.
"Quietpaw?" they knew her name. Was she that notable? She couldn't remember hearing that voice before...maybe she just didn't care, that sounded like her. No one in particular had ever stood out to her before.. was it ignorance or simply because no cat had caught her attention...she didn't know. She didn't know much, did she?
The voice speaks again, this time offering an ear to listen. To talk. Her nose wrinkled at the word. Talking never got her anywhere. All conversations she'd participated in had left her feeling even more rotten than before. Always left sulking of snarling, most of the time both, in the end. Wasn't chatting supposed to make one's spirits become lifted? Perhaps that was a lie as well...
"What good is talking if it only ends in shouting?"she asked flatly, bitterness creasing her features. Quietpaw didn't care what she said now, it didn't matter anyway. Was she always supposed to be burdened by her namesake? How she hoped not.
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