- Aug 17, 2022
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Snowpaw didn't like the idea of borders, but he respected them at least. If you asked him he'd prefer the world be open for his exploration, where he could roam to his heart's content without worry or fear of things like territory and boundary disputes. The only good thing that came from these invisible walls was keeping WindClan as far from him as possible. He'd not been born when they took Haze from them but he'd often enough of how their leader violently murdered a SkyClanner who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time instead of letting Blazestar handle their trespass. From there it only seemed to get worse, their medicine cat had been exiled for being a lunatic (a former SkyClanner he heard?) and their leader was cozying up to ShadowClan to form some weird alliance or whatever. No, Snowpaw didn't think too highly of the moorland clan and its inhabitants and that mistrust extended even to those who had fled it. Sure, it took a sensible cat to realize what an awful place WindClan was but they sure stayed there long enough to be stained by its influence most likely. As such he never really went out of his way to befriend Coyotepaw, didn't despise the other apprentice or anything petty like that but he wasn't about to turn his back on someone born from that wretched place of rabbits and bloodshed.
Golden eyes narrowed as the wind picked up and he spotted Coyotepaw across the camp coming in from a border patrol, the scent of the rolling hills catching his attention and he couldn't help but scoff; had they gone near WindClan? Was the scent from a different patrol? It was hard to tell but just having it hit him in the face was enough to make his fur prickle upward into fine spikes as he stalked forward, smirk curling black lips back as he shook his head. "No hunting patrol today? Did they give up on you already?" He doubted the other apprentice had even chased a squirrel up a tree proper yet, "Maybe you'd have better luck chasing rabbits?" Snowpaw's eyes flashed liquid sunshine but lacked the warmth, he stalked forward on light steps and gave Coyotepaw one of his cackle of a laughs, powdered tail lashing, "Maybe you'd have better luck hunting cats, like you WindClanners are so accustomed to doing."
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