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Black clouds stained the sky a dreary colour, the promise of rain on Sootspot's whiskers, its timing still beyond the Tunneler at that point. He moved across the unclaimed lands with the confidence of one who had done so multiple times before. He did not doubt rogues and predators would try to attack him, but WindClan's blood ran through his veins no matter how sullied - nothing could catch him. Still, charteuse eyes settled upon the stretch of territory with caution. Sootspot was better for it. It did not take long to spot another figure heading in a different direction to him, southward instead of northward, a collision course inevitable if one did not veer away. Snakelike movements began to slow as the creature came into view, a young cat, one likely moving towards WindClan's borders. It did not take a genius to figure out who this cat's allegiances lay with, though, pride plucked his heart to life all the same. The feeling was shortlived, marred by the ego of one who realised that the apprentice likely did not who he was. Anonymity could've been a great blessing, instead, he felt offended.
'Then again, if they knew of me, I doubt Granitepelt would be their leader.' In Sootspot's absence, the half-kittypet had fostered himself as Sootstar's son instead, the idea as nauseating as it was insulting. What was worse, he realised now that his mother must've approved of it in life. He watched the black-and-white youth move towards him and, in a pacifistic gesture, reclined on his haunches, curling his tail over his paws. A smile stretched upon his muzzle, uncertain whether it was caution he detected from the other, or a thinly veiled desire to attack him... or both. "I am on my way to see my brother, nothing more," he called as if it were to be a pleasant family reunion. After the other's threats, disguised under politeness and forgiveness, he would soon rather reunite with yellowcough. Tufted ears twitched in thought. "You may know him as Granitepelt."
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