"Then we stop talking about them." Breezepaw stared at her sister oddly, as if the answer was obvious. "If it is bothering you, then we do not have to talk about it. Maybe some are rouges, but I do believe the rest are clan cat," she added absentmindedly."I have to be dismissive, the more we talk about them, the louder they get... I don't want to listen to them Breezepaw, they all are too much!" Beetlepaw whimpered a bit, she wanted to bury her head in her paws to shut out the voices. They seemed to know she was vulnerable to their words right now and she wished they'd leave her alone. "Some... some have to be rogues, they don't all smell of the clans... these territories have been used for generations of cats, their spirits are everywhere... I don't know really how I or you can explain it."