There was no time wasted as the last clan arrived. Despite his shivering form, the Commander remained stoic, holding his head high as he weaved through cats. Dawnstar was already moving onto the Seastones, so Hawkbite took a spot beneath. He'd always chosen a spot among the clan, away from the others. He ignored the stares and comments from the other clans, choosing to look at Dawnstar and/or Mistlewhisker.
Then, the announcements began. Dawnstar was more bitter than ever apparently. Was it the cold? The tardiness? The- Oh. Oh...
They were good announcements at first but then came the demotion. His ears flicked and his shoulders rolled with discomfort. His eyes would shift over to look for Mistlewhisker, curious on her take. Although, he knew she wouldn't outwardly look concerned. That was a blow to the clan. Rookfire was demoted? Dawnstar had chosen to inform everyone, including ShadowClan here? Still, he held a confident outlook, choosing to act like the news didn't bother him. What was done, is done. Dawnstar would have good reasoning for this.
Hawkbite then waited for the next leader to speak.
cold cold cold. the cat was shivering, her fur slow to shift to a winter-thick pelt. trailing after dawnstar, she realized that her fear of the forest had dispersed. maybe she was actually hoping something would come out and snatch her. but most of her was firmly against that. the cat watched the trees flit by, spotting a squirrel scamper up a tree. even if she had tried to hunt it, the cat knew she wouldn't have been able to even harm a hair on it's body. as they stepped out onto the frost-laden sand grains of the seastones, willowpaw made an assessment of the gathering. everyone else was there, and it appeared they were late. willowpaw had guessed this would happen, given how the sky had been a dark, inky black (she'd guess it had been around moonhigh; but the moon was nowhere to be seen, covered by a thick layer of clouds) when they started the trek towards the seastones. she'd been dreading the gathering. and her choice to try to bring back her usual jolly self. oh, if she was an ice cube she'd find this gathering and how many cats there were awfully coooooll. no, not good. her nose protested wildly as the cat settled herself in the sea of felines. so, so many scents. she loafed. the cold was a little less pressing in the mass of cats, but still uncomfortable. her head cocked towards the top of the seastones as dawnstar began to speak, listening diligently for anything she could turn into a joke. ha! seemed like they were able to rat out those rodents! oooooookkkayyy? maybe a little better. maybe a little worse. she couldn't tell. the cat would've made another joke to herself (now that she thought about it, that sounded awfully pitiful.....), if there was anything that could've been used as one. her good ol' stupid happy-go-lucky self may be a little dumb, but she wasn't mean. and it felt like it would be rather cruel to make a joke out of the rest of the news. a lot of.... not good stuff. willowpaw sighed, and it finally came to her attention that she was scowling as though she'd hate everything within a five mile radius of her with a passion. no no, usual (the cat would've said "normal", but her usual self was anything but that) willowpaw never scowled. a "hmph" or frown at most. her expression switched to the biggest maybe-maniacal grin she could muster...... she didn't feel anymore carefree than she had a moment ago. this wasn't working. the cat shook that thought off, a slash of panic stabbing her heart. she didn't want to be like this forever. this was miserable. the cat immediately began flitting through jokes and puns that mildly annoyed her. she hesitated before repeating them in her mind. usual willowpaw was useless...... did she really want to go back to that....? wasn't miserable better than useless? the question sat with her for a long while. it seemed to take a small eternity before she settled on something. the cat found she couldn't find an answer to that question. well, she didn't have time to think about that anyways. this intense sport called "socializing", you see.
- Wolfpaw -
- He/Him - 9 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolfpaw was snapped out of his daze as Lightningstorm and Rabbitpaw finally arrived. He gave them a smile, dipping his head in greeting. "It's been fine, I guess," he told her, shuffling his paws. He probably shouldn't mention the sickness, at least for now. He perked his ears up at Rabbitpaw's offer, nodding before hobbling over and laying down next to the Windclanner. "Thanks," he said, giving them a smile. Were they this nice last time he remembered? But, he wasn't going to question it.
Next to arrive was RiverClan, and Wolfpaw gave Berryshine a nod in greeting. Where was the other one? Meh, not like he cared anyway. "Hiya," he chirped politely. He didn't know why, but he was just in a better mood. Prehaps because ShadowClan wasnt here. He wished all gatherings would be like this. Not too long after Berrypaw and Stormstar and whatever the deputy's name was had walked in, he scented the pine of ShadowClan. Sure enough, the large, scarred tabby leader of the clan made her way over to the leader's perch. Wolfpaw shuddered, partly because of the cold and partly because of how scary Dawnstar was. "Tell me i'm not the only one who is afraid of Dawnstar," he muttered, glancing up at the leaders perch.
But at least she was relatable, and Wolfpaw let out a slight chuckle at her opening statement before launching straight into her announcements. The medicine cat paid no mind until the last part - So Assmed number two had been demoted, huh. Wonder what they did. That was news for sure, but not really much, too. So the tripod waited for the next leader to start their announcement, and in the meantime just relaxed with the other medics.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
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Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 46 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Hawkbite - @SuspiciousMindz ] [Crowtooth - @Rani ] [Owltalon - @Marigoldwhisper ] [Spiderthroat - @Starfall ]
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The walk to the Sea Stones was incredibly tense. Mistlewhisker strode alongside Dawnstar, matching the furious Leader pawstep for pawstep. She had been waiting by the camp entrance along with everyone who was going to the Gathering, listening to the whispers of confusion as to why it was taking so long. Mistlewhisker had seen Mossfreckle make a beeline for Dawnstar's den, and the two had remained in there for a while. Something was wrong, and Mistlewhisker didn't like being kept in the dark. However, she was sure Dawnstar would inform her when the Leader thought it was right. After all, Mistlewhisker was her Deputy.
The other three clans were already settled in by the time ShadowClan thundered onto the beach. Mistlewhisker and Dawnstar headed straight for the Sea Stones, hopping up onto their respective ledges. While Dawnstar was a thunderous storm, Mistlewhisker was a weathered stone within it. The Deputy did notice Hawkbite taking a seat closer to the Sea Stones than usual, but far be it from her to comment on it. She flashed the tom a wry look, tail tapping the chilled stone beneath her paws.
Dawnstar immediately launched into announcements, Mistlewhisker ticking off a list in her head as each event and promotion--and the execution--was listed. That was everything Mistlewhisker was aware of, but it was clear Dawnstar wasn't done. The next announcement came as a major surprise.
Rookfire... was demoted? Was that what Mossfreckle rushed to talk to her about before the clan left? He had looked rather distraught... The Deputy's body language gave away none of her surprise--or indignation--at the news. Rookfire had been a good medicine cat apprentice. Active, hardworking, efficient. He had proven himself to a skeptical Mistlewhisker. Had there been some fallout between Mossfreckle and Rookfire that convinced the medicine cat to demote him? Tch. Mistlewhisker supposed this was why you didn't promote your lover to a fellow high-ranking position. But surely Mossfreckle was more mature than that.
Hawkbite's gaze caught her attention, and her pale green eye flicked to meet it. While he looked confident as ever, Mistlewhisker could read her boyfriend pretty well. He was just as shocked as she was. But both of them had unwavering trust in Dawnstar's decisions, even if said decision was delivering a bombshell like this in front of all four clans without briefing her high ranks first. Or rather, her Deputy. Mistlewhisker had thought that, out of everyone, she at least would have been warned on the walk over. But no matter--Mistlewhisker had absolute faith in the molly sitting above her. She had a good reason to do this here and now. There were conversations that needed to happen, but they would wait until they got home.
Mistlewhisker carefully scanned the crowd before her for reactions, wondering how the clan would take this news. It seemed that Rookfire hadn't come along--did he know? Was he going to be told when they got back that he was removed from his rank? Mistlewhisker knew that conversation would not go over well, and frankly she had no interest in mediating it. Her job was to ensure the warriors and apprentices did what they were supposed to, not manage medics.
Well, that left the other three shivering leaders to give their announcements. Mistlewhisker wondered dryly if any of them had news that would rival ShadowClan's in terms of surprising.
Shadow Fiend: Inactive
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]
➢ Hollowpaw was silent as the clan made their way to the sandy rocks, her second Gathering couldn't be that bad, right? The black and white Apprentice found herself lagging behind, further away from her mentor and that just couldn't do! They pick up her pace through the crowd, catching up with Hawkbite swiftly. "Hawkbite," She greeted him with a murmur and nod of respect. As they arrived she wasted no time breaking off him. He didn't need her nonsense of mumbling ruining his Gathering. Hollowpaw finds an empty spot close to another group of Apprentices (it would look like she was being social, right?).
Blue and amber eyes locked onto Dawnstar as she took her place on the Seastones next to the other three female Leaders. She was starting right away? Hollow can't help but feel a growing feeling of uneasy dig into her shoulders, clinging to her scar especially.
Their Leader started with rats and the territory, next was new Warriors and Apprentices....then Hollow's favorite part, the execution. It made her sick just thinking about it, yet she kept a flat expression on her face. A pit forming in her chest, they stand. Hawkbite. They needed to find Hawkbite, he'd know what to do. The Apprentice doesn't locate her mentor as qucikly, it takes her a few fuzzy glances around to finally catch a glimpse of his white and brown tail fur. Cold biting at her skin, they make their way over. Her steps unstable at some point as they gingerly sort through crowd members.
Her words were faint upon meeting him again, hollow and husky. "Don't feel good. Stay by you instead. Apologizes, I'll be quiet." She nods, their ears lowered and bi-colored eyes avoiding his green ones if they could. Gaze stuck on Dawnstar as she wrapped up her statements and let another Leader take her place. Hollowpaw hadn't lied to him if she was being honest with themself, she just didn't give details! A numbing tingles in her paws and head; their claws dig into the Earth as a shudder chases down their spine. They didn't know if it was from the cold or her growing anxiety, welp, they would just have to wait and see. Despite her earlier intentions of telling their mentor what is happening with her, they refrain. Being an inconvenience was not acceptable. Stay out of the limelight. Do not be a burden.
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Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 9 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
[N/A/100]
Purrks:
Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Agatha Kitty [Permanently Active] • Katty Krueger [INACTIVE]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
As soon as Silentpaw walks to the Gathering, he notices two things. One, ShadowClan seems to be the last Clan to arrive. Two, Firepaw. He instantly stiffens, expression hardening.
Avoid her gaze. At. All. Costs. Never even glance in her direction, YOU HEAR ME?!
Silentpaw takes his place as far as he could from the ThunderClan apprentice, this time actually attempting to sit amongst other ShadowClanners in an attempt to blend it. But that may not have worked, since in a heartbeat, someone is padding up to me and he dreads who it could be. And sure enough, it's Firepaw. The tabby tortoiseshell avoids her gaze, staring up at the leaders instead. Firepaw, seemingly noticing his lack of attention, speaks up first.
"Heya, Bumblebee." she says softly, and Silentpaw could swear he could feel it again. Back when they were stupid and didn't care about loyalty. And that stupid nickname... It doesn't help the weight pressing down on his chest. Taking a deep breath, he completely ignores her. He can see her frown in his peripheral vision. And frankly, he doesn't care. "I know you probably hate me. But... I just... Wanna talk with you, y'know? I miss us. I miss when we could talk to each other without giving each other dirty looks." WAS SHE SERIOUS??!! MISSED THEM??? Silentpaw instantly scowls and whips his head around to stare at her, almost flinching at the she-cat's scarred form.
She's... Gotten a lot more scars than the last time I've seen her.
"You?" He grits out, eyes narrowed. "Miss us? Are you deranged, Firepaw? You know how stupid you sound right now?" Firepaw opens her mouth to speak, but Silentpaw instantly cuts her off with a harsh slam of his paw.
"NO! Don't you dare say anything! You don't deserve a chance. Not anymore," his voice began to shake, for reasons he didn't know. Gosh, why was he so pathetic?? "You know how much that hurt? Do you understand how scared I was of hurting you? And here you are, trying to talk to me like we haven't been ignoring each other for moons. It's funny how you still think we're on good terms. I don't want to hear it, Firepaw, whatever you want to say, SAVE IT." He then promptly turned away from her, shutting his eyes in an attempt to tune out everything else that may come out of her mouth. He was exhausted. Not only because of Firepaw, but because that had just been the most he'd spoken his entire life. Now he needed a dozen moons worth of sleep.
{OPEN to others!}
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╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ Firepaw
Heavily scarred and half-blind she-cat with red fur and a single ocean blue eye.
She/Her | 10 Moons | + every 21st | ThunderClan Apprentice | Insecure
[95/100]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
... What?
Firepaw dropped her gaze when Silentpaw started rambling, shuffling her paws nervously. Of course. What could she have expected? Classic Silentpaw.
"... I'm sorry Bumblebee. I-" she paused, staring at Silentpaw, who obviously wasn't listening to her. She could feel his frustration seeping out of his fur, and she couldn't help but frown at that. She slowly inched away from the ShadowClan apprentice, and once she made sure he didn't try to stop her from leaving, she turned her back and made her way back to where she'd been sitting. Back with the rest of ThunderClan, Firepaw still shot some sad glances at Silentpaw, who looked more deflated than ever.
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Upon getting a whiff of the other cat's scent, they determined that they must be from ThunderClan. It was that same kind of earthy scent they'd smelt at the Thunderglade. Well, that was good. Sure, they weren't WindClan (Sneezepaw were looking for other Clans, anyway), but at least they weren't a RiverClanner or anything. In other words, it could be worse.
Actually, now that Sneezepaw was getting a good look at her, the other cat seemed a bit nervous... But oh! She was smiling now! Sneezepaw was quickly convinced that Hiddenpaw's mood was a-okay, and they were certainly not overstepping any boundaries.
"Hiddenpaw!" Sneezepaw repeated, much louder than the soft-spoken apprentice. "That's cool. Like, mysterious and stuff! Not like Sneezepaw, 'cause if you were trying to be Hidden and you Sneezed, then you wouldn't be Hidden for much longer, right?" It didn't take much to get them rambling--not that they noticed, of course.
"I don't actually Sneeze that much, though, so it's okay, and I don't really have to worry about stuff like that. Do you, like, Hide a lot? 'Cause I think maybe cats expect other cats to match their names. Hiddenpaw, do you consider yourself a Mysterious, Hidden cat?" They turned to the other apprentice with great interest, like that was just a normal question you could ask and expect a straightforward answer to.
Primroseadder
wiki base, colored in by jay RiverClan Warrior
Ultimate Predator
Go with the Flow
Shadow Fiend
She / Her ; 13 Moons
Primroseadder's emerald hues widened with surprise at Dawnstar's last, blunt statement. Rookfire had been demoted, only after a moon of being one of the High Ranks for ShadowClan?
Her whiskers twitched. That ought to please Stormstar. The new RiverClan warrior knew just how much her leader disliked the former ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice. However, she still shared an alarmed glance with Adderstrike before turning her attention back to the leaders.
Adderstrike
Determined ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Lawful Good ⋆ She/Her ⋆ Killer Aptitude T3
“I can fix her!”
@anika Adder is just wary of the other clans so she came over haha
Adderstrike's whiskers twitched a little when she heard Rookfire was demoted. That cat was on top of her hate list and got a sick amusement that they lost their rank. "For the better..." She huffed giving a quick glance to Primroseadder. She wasn't sure if Primmy knew the entire story of that cat but she could tell the detail for later. And... A cat was meeting up with one of her own. It left a sour taste in her mouth thinking about Riverclan cats having any interest in the rogues given what they had done to their clan. Why not just go to those rats at that point? Clearly you have no morals...
Please don't take this as how I actually feel, wishing you well alec!
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Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 9 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
[N/A/100]
Purrks:
Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Agatha Kitty [Permanently Active] • Katty Krueger [INACTIVE]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
As soon as Silentpaw walks to the Gathering, he notices two things. One, ShadowClan seems to be the last Clan to arrive. Two, Firepaw. He instantly stiffens, expression hardening.
Avoid her gaze. At. All. Costs. Never even glance in her direction, YOU HEAR ME?!
Silentpaw takes his place as far as he could from the ThunderClan apprentice, this time actually attempting to sit amongst other ShadowClanners in an attempt to blend it. But that may not have worked, since in a heartbeat, someone is padding up to me and he dreads who it could be. And sure enough, it's Firepaw. The tabby tortoiseshell avoids her gaze, staring up at the leaders instead. Firepaw, seemingly noticing his lack of attention, speaks up first.
"Heya, Bumblebee." she says softly, and Silentpaw could swear he could feel it again. Back when they were stupid and didn't care about loyalty. And that stupid nickname... It doesn't help the weight pressing down on his chest. Taking a deep breath, he completely ignores her. He can see her frown in his peripheral vision. And frankly, he doesn't care. "I know you probably hate me. But... I just... Wanna talk with you, y'know? I miss us. I miss when we could talk to each other without giving each other dirty looks." WAS SHE SERIOUS??!! MISSED THEM??? Silentpaw instantly scowls and whips his head around to stare at her, almost flinching at the she-cat's scarred form.
She's... Gotten a lot more scars than the last time I've seen her.
"You?" He grits out, eyes narrowed. "Miss us? Are you deranged, Firepaw? You know how stupid you sound right now?" Firepaw opens her mouth to speak, but Silentpaw instantly cuts her off with a harsh slam of his paw.
"NO! Don't you dare say anything! You don't deserve a chance. Not anymore," his voice began to shake, for reasons he didn't know. Gosh, why was he so pathetic?? "You know how much that hurt? Do you understand how scared I was of hurting you? And here you are, trying to talk to me like we haven't been ignoring each other for moons. It's funny how you still think we're on good terms. I don't want to hear it, Firepaw, whatever you want to say, SAVE IT." He then promptly turned away from her, shutting his eyes in an attempt to tune out everything else that may come out of her mouth. He was exhausted. Not only because of Firepaw, but because that had just been the most he'd spoken his entire life. Now he needed a dozen moons worth of sleep.
{OPEN to others!}
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╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ Firepaw
Heavily scarred and half-blind she-cat with red fur and a single ocean blue eye.
She/Her | 10 Moons | + every 21st | ThunderClan Apprentice | Insecure
[95/100]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
... What?
Firepaw dropped her gaze when Silentpaw started rambling, shuffling her paws nervously. Of course. What could she have expected? Classic Silentpaw.
"... I'm sorry Bumblebee. I-" she paused, staring at Silentpaw, who obviously wasn't listening to her. She could feel his frustration seeping out of his fur, and she couldn't help but frown at that. She slowly inched away from the ShadowClan apprentice, and once she made sure he didn't try to stop her from leaving, she turned her back and made her way back to where she'd been sitting. Back with the rest of ThunderClan, Firepaw still shot some sad glances at Silentpaw, who looked more deflated than ever.
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Birdecho
ShadowClan Warrior
she/her | 11 moons
[Grey tabby with a dark overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby, Don't Mind if I Do!
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Fool ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Sleepysunrise - @Estelle ]
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Yeesh, Grandmother was pissed. Birdecho trotted alongside her clan, having to jog rather fast to keep up with the hoard of cats over twice her size. Curse her small genetics!! Her father was one of the biggest cats in the clan! Why was she so damn small! Just add it to the list of bad things her parents gave her, right under "bad lungs" and "crippling attachment issues".
Grandmother stormed to the Sea Stones, and Birdecho absently wove through the crowd, humming to herself as she looked for the prime place to sit. Grandmother's voice continued to boom over the sands, though Birdecho hardly paid it any mind, too lost in her head. While Grandmother commanded everyone's rapt attention at every moment, Birdecho had learned the art of simply ignoring her. Not out of any malicious or stubborn intent--she was just really good at dissociating. And yet here she was, the first warrior out of her littermates, she thought smugly. Oh, yikes. She didn't like that twisting feeling in her chest, like her heart pounded at the thought of being better than someone.
Another angry voice caught her fractured attention, and Birdecho steered herself towards Silentpaw and an unfamiliar she-cat. She slunk away, seemingly chastised by Silentpaw's outburst. Woo boy. Tough crowd.
"Family trouble?" Birdecho mewed dryly as she plopped her haunches onto the sand right next to Silentpaw. "Boy, do I get it." Birdecho didn't know what she'd do if she ran into the littermate that abandoned them. What was her name? Howling? Heron? No... Mire? Well, regardless, she got it. Thing was: Birdecho had no reason to assume Firepaw and Silentpaw weren't related. The thought of something else between them hadn't even occurred to her.
Birdecho didn't expect him to respond; after all, she understood having limited words. Over the moons she had gotten better, and as she got used to using her own voice her vocabulary began absorbing what she had catalogued as other cats' voices. But if anyone knew how to sit in absolute silence, it was Birdecho.
Birdecho yawned, claws flexing in the chilly sands under her paws, mouth coming to a close just as Grandmother delivered some confusing and rather upsetting news. "What?" Birdecho squawked, staring up at Grandmother with a shocked gaze. Why on earth was Rookfire getting demoted? Birdecho thought Mossfreckle liked Rookfire? Wasn't he sweet on him? Did Rookfire do something? The thought flared to life in Birdecho's mind, her wide amber eyes flashing dangerously. Rookfire had been there for Birdecho after her mother died, he had laid with her in silence and let her grieve. He had worked so hard to be a medicine cat--why would he go and do something to ruin it? It didn't make sense. But Birdecho also trusted Mossfreckle more than anyone else in the forest. He had to have had a good reason to demote Rookfire. Or maybe it wasn't even him? Was it Grandmother? Birdecho thought she at least tolerated the tom.
It wasn't until Birdecho's eyes began to burn that she blinked, tears from the bitter winds threatening to roll down her cheeks. Aw great, now it looked like she was crying. She wasn't! Crying was weak. She. Wasn't. Weak. Birdecho cleaned her face with a paw, using the repetitive motion of bringing her paw from her tongue to her eyes and ears. The salty air stung her eyelids, but she kept her face straight ahead. It took all her strength not to book it back to camp and ask Mossfreckle what was going on. But despite Birdecho's ditzy tendencies, she wasn't stupid. Grandmother would surely demote her if she showed such weakness in front of the four clans. Birdecho sought out Sleepysunrise with her gaze, wondering if her sister would have any reaction. She doubted it--not like Birdecho would have been able to interpret it regardless--since Sleepysunrise was always so stoic. But she had done a lot of work with Rookfire when he was an Enforcer.
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