The elder's attention drew away from the rotted lichen and up to the visitor strolling in. Mudburr's pupils remained thin, not because he didn't like the apprentice, or because they were too close, but they just never seemed to grow bigger, even on the darkest nights. His ears swivelled away from the sound of the clearing and he took in Needlepaw's words.
The tom stayed relaxing on his side, tail flicking rhythmically for a moment before deciding to answer,
"It has been." He licked the back of his paw, brushed his chin tuft to the way he liked, then pushed himself up to a sitting position. Mudburr had never been a small cat, den sizes always made that incredibly clear, and yet, despite his stature, his head hung low enough so that he was eye-to-eye with the apprentice. His entire posture demonstrated obedience and readiness, over intimidation, like a warrior reporting for a patrol, or a meeting.
"Though it is not simply gossip I have picked up, more-so than truth. Is there any cat in particular that burns in your mind, Needlepaw?" He knew the duty he had to fulfil. And he would give her the information that she was after, as he had done for Shadowclan so many times. He was always eager to tell, and he didn't care what she did with the information, but he could not begin without the direct request. Truly a Shadowclan warrior, through and through.
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