Killian roamed the territory alone. More accurately, the tom wandered along BrookClan's border with EarthClan. If he recalled, one of their own had been executed for their relationship with an EarthClan tom. It was an infuriating idea, that a cat could be killed for who they loved. If anything, why was exile the norm? The blue spotted bengal didn't understand, but then again, most hardly cared for his opinion about such things. He wasn't Tsar, so it didn't matter. Of course, knowing Loki, she might dare to listen to him given how he'd treated her thus far, but the heir to Sterling House wondered if that would be him overstepping his place. Probably.

    Sighing heavily, the blind tom's ears pricked a moment later at the sound of a voice. It wasn't one he recognized, and as he neared, the fresh scent of EarthClan hit his nose. He bristled slightly, wondering why EarthClan would be at the border, but the closer he got, the more he realized the voice was alone, and seemed to be talking out into open air. "Hello?" He called, just before he could properly make out the words being said, arriving  at the source only a few moments later.