Whisperpaw chuckled to herself but she quickly realized she was alone. Her timid and shy self returned as she slowly walked away from her brother, thinking it was strange to be by him while he was `sleeping`. She kept her gaze away from the others, looking at the ground. What could she do? Whisperpaw stuck out like a sore thumb. Unlike her brother who could blend in better she couldn't. It was hard for her to hide away from the others when her brother was gone or busy. A shaky sigh escape her, unsheathing and sheathing her claws. It was something she did when she was nervous.
(Open!)