"Should we get back before someone starts to worry?"He shook himself away. "Good morning." He purred
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"Should we get back before someone starts to worry?"He shook himself away. "Good morning." He purred
Mintpetal was oblivious to the new scent.Quailpaw, who had been asleep under the roots of a bush, awoke to voices nearby. She crouched down, not wanting to be seen sleeping outside of camp.
"She's there. They have always been. Always, and always, and always. Since light first touched my eyes." Breezepaw murmured, her eyes darting around the cave quickly and resting on another spot. "But I thought...they always follow, and watch." She whispered to a nest beside Beetlepaw. "They all can see, can't they? Beetlepaw, you can see her, can't you? You're lying, right? Everyone can see them, surely."
Breezepaw frowned, but followed Beetlepaw anyway. Watching and watching and watching. She mused as she saw Wildpaw watch her and Beetlepaw cross the clearing and slip out of camp. Wonder what he wants?Beetlepaw glanced at Winterfire, hoping the she-cat wasn't listening to her distraught sister. "Let's go, we'll talk about it outside." She promised as she stood up and trotted out of the medicine den, hoping to leave the camp unnoticed so she and her sister could speak privately.
Breezepaw frowned, but followed Beetlepaw anyway. Watching and watching and watching. She mused as she saw Wildpaw watch her and Beetlepaw cross the clearing and slip out of camp. Wonder what he wants?
Breezepaw looked around, frowning. Her eyes lit up suddenly as she looked to her side, and she glanced a Beetlepaw expectantly. "Cats. Many of them. Not living, nor dead. Inside camp, outside, everywhere. Guardians of the ones with aching souls, it seems. Can you see him?" She indicated to the spot beside her.Beetlepaw led her sister far from camp, she kept her eyes darting around and looked for other cats but her ears stayed pinned against her head, the whispers always got louder outside of camp and she refused to have a fit right now. When they got to what Beetlepaw deemed a reasonable distance, she turned to face Breezepaw "Sooo, what were you talking about in the medicine cat den?"
Breezepaw looked around, frowning. Her eyes lit up suddenly as she looked to her side, and she glanced a Beetlepaw expectantly. "Cats. Many of them. Not living, nor dead. Inside camp, outside, everywhere. Guardians of the ones with aching souls, it seems. Can you see him?" She indicated to the spot beside her.