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Re: October Gathering
QUILLPAW
he/him. 10 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]
quillpaw's attention is drawn away from the medicine cat soap opera when he hears a hushed voice. looking beside him, he sees a brown and white molly who looks about the same age as him – and windclan, if the heather-y and grassy scent told him anything. normally, he'd be glaring sharply and hissing for a cat to back away or just straight up ignore them, but he finds her remark amusing.
"it doesn't surprise me in the slightest," he responds, not bothering to lower his voice. he shoots a glance towards the meddies once more, rookfire now silent after his scolding and the two windclan medics having retreated to the spot where deputies reside. "riverclan is just sad. it seems their medicine cats are no different - sulky and moody over trivial things." though, rookfire was no better with his antagonizing - that is better than sniveling in such an event like a gathering he supposes.
his ears swivel in the direction of the seastones when windclans leader gives announcements, gaze sliding to look at twilightstar. fires, death, exile, and apparently a baby boom. what was it with leaders having ginormous litters lately? "is disloyalty common in windclan?" he muses, eyes narrowing as he glanced to the windclanner beside him. smart remarks are just a part of his nature it seems.
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