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Willowmyth had had enough. First the squirrels seemed to have it out for him, and then he got beat up by a bird? He was convinced that he had somehow been marked for death by the prey in SpringClan, and he was not going to stick around to see what they tried next.
It was with a watchful eye kept on his surroundings, jumping at the sight of every furred tail darting through the trees, that he made the trek to SwiftClan. Everything he had heard about their nomadic neighbours suggested that they wouldn’t ask too many questions if he had some specific hangups about hunting, and that was what he needed right now.
Willowmyth paused to scent the air, the strengthening SwiftClan scent indicating that he was getting closer to their camp. He cast a suspicious look at a number of hay bales that seemed to have been arranged in a maze-like shape as he passed, but tried not to dwell on the implications of that.
"Oh, look! A newbie!" came the chirp of a... particularly small, dilute calico tom who looked like he was probably no older than maybe, just maybe, six moons. It wasn't his fault, though, that he had boyishly good looks. "Haven't seen one of you in... well... if we're being honest, probably like fifteen minutes. There's always an influx of folks everywhere meandering in and out." He offered her a faint shrug, before giving her a once over. "I do have to say, I haven't seen a newcomer so easy on the eyes," he meowed with a wink. To a cat who didn't know him, that could be seen as... mildly creepy, an unexpected and unwarrented advance. But, he really meant no harm by it, if only because he was flamboyantly gay.
"The name's Pastelchaos, pleasure to meet your acquaintance," he mewed with a bow of his head before blinking. "What can I call ya, miss?"
Willowmyth blinked at the diminutive figure that appeared in front of him. Was he being hit on by an apprentice? One who clearly thought he was a she-cat? Well, he couldn't help it if he had girlishly good looks. At least it was a friendly welcome.
"Willowmyth," he said, doing his best to make his voice as gruff and manly as possible. He was a little surprised to find out that this pipsqueak seemed to have a warrior name, but maybe they did things differently in SwiftClan.
