- Aug 1, 2023
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He's not particularly eloquent, not like his father had been, ever a cat of few words. He'd never thought there were any of those little unique particularities that other cats carried with them—Coyotecreek and Sandpelt and a few others who combined words that should not be combined and tossed in strange sayings at random, their meows a braying twang. He'd jabbed at Sandpelt a couple of times about it when they were younger, and at some point stopped mentioning it—probably because of the slight traces of an accent his own voice carried. But it was not the same as the way the tan - furred irritation talks, and he'd been safe in that knowledge, until . . .
" Have y'all seen— " he begins, then almost immediately stops, tufted ears swivelling back as two - toned eyes snap wide. The warrior looks mildly stunned—for it's the brassy twang of another cat carried in the stars - forsaken contraction—for all of a moment. Then his brows draw together, bottlebrush tail lashing a couple of times. Cicadaflight breaks into a scowl, muttering in a tone of undisguised disgust, " Great StarClan, I sound like Sandpelt. "
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