- Jul 10, 2023
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gossip is the lifeblood in shadowclan's swampwater veins—in a clan perpetually wracked by famine, illness, and death, what else did one have to brighten their day? ghostpaw wouldn't be caught dead abstaining from it, of course, but she does so carefully, out of earshot of the warriors and the subjects of her gossip. so when she's coincidentally assigned to camp cleanup with applepaw, she gives the area a quick visual sweep before she starts talking. ghostpaw has been trying to integrate herself into applepaw's social circle, slowly but surely attempting to crowd out that sad lump of flesh she was calling her best friend.
"you hear ferndance's expecting kits?" she begins rather bluntly, but it seems rather deserved—what poor sap had sired those unfortunate little souls? ferndance had been demoted for being too silly, for starclan's sake, could someone's standards sink any lower? "i wonder whose they are.....and why the sire hasn't stepped up?" ghostpaw raises her eyebrows in surprise that is only partially faux, adding, "it's practically leaf-bare, anyways. what was she thinking?"