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Silentpaw
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]
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A gently flowing stream, low mist lapping at his paws. Towering trees as far as the eye can see. This was one of his nicer dreams. Of course, Silentpaw didn't know this was a dream. Does
anyone know they're dreaming? Eh. Some probably do. Silentpaw doesn't. So, he does things anyone that doesn't know that they are dreaming does.
Something. Oh well. What do cats do when they dream?
The tabby tortoiseshell apprentice slowly padded along the stream,
dangerously close to the stream, his gaze focused on the ground beneath him and his paws. He wondered where this stream ended. So, he walked. Every now and then, he had to swerve around trees and step over tiny cracks in the ground, but it didn't stop him from continuing to walk along the flowing water. For how long he was walking, he didn't know. He wasn't getting tired. That was good. That meant he could go on for hours. Even days. A strong warrior was what ShadowClan needed. A strong warrior was what
Clovepool needed. From him. And he was more than willing to give it to her. No matter what it took. Even if it meant killing Shadep-
What?
He would never.
Shadepaw was his sister. And Clovepool loved Shadepaw dearly.
... He would never.
Despite wanting to scowl at himself for even thinking that thought, Silentpaw kept his usual neutral and emotionless expression, his walking not slowing. Not one bit. He couldn't stop now. Not when... Not when he was still able to carry on.
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Rose - Nutmeg }
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Adding a bit of Spice in the Silence {P}
