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"This is nice," Harvestcharm said, nodding to a dandelion like it were one of the finer herbs before laughing to the medicine cat, "I'm kidding, I know they're not that useful," He said, rubbing his paw behind his other leg nervously.
It was cool walking around with Brakewings, a little terrifying since he suggested, hey, we're both bored, let's go across NightClan's territory to gather herbs. Y'know, even though they're supposedly StarClan followers and StarClan broke ties with DayClan for their disobedience... But maybe they hadn't heard the news or were cool with them taking some herbs because warrior code even though they were non believers now.
"Do you think we're being stealthy?" Harvestcharm asked with a fixed grin. They were both pretty red cats, there was no way they were going to hide in NightClan's territory in broad daylight, but hey, it was day out so most NightClan cats were probably asleep.
Post by Honeystorm on May 10, 2021 16:35:55 GMT -5
"No, definitely not." A voice that sounded suspiciously similar to a certain DayClan daughter of Glowstar echoed, but when the cat stepped out, it was fairly obvious they were someone else. Sure, Ahava Vairocana looked similar, but she had far more white, long fur, significantly less scars, save for the large burn mark around her left eye, and essentially pitch black eyes, so they appeared, anyway. When she tilted her head and the light caught her pupils, they seemed to flash red for a moment, the only indication she had pupils at all, and that her eyes weren't just made of obsidian. "The real question is why you're stealing from NightClan, I suppose. I don't recall you being invited."
