Loki was getting more and more suspicious. Didn’t Clan cats hate liners and rogues? Why would know this..Willow. If that wasn’t a made-up name. That she-cat said familiar
way to much. Like, if he is your friend of course he is familiar. Who did she think she was fooling?
Loki felt her black tail bush up at the thought. But she took a mental deep breathe and felt much better. She still had to stay on her target. The Clanner, Falconpaw.
“So, Falconpaw,” she totally ignored what Willow and Falconpaw were talking about. “I really want to join a Clan! How do I do that? Can you tell me a bit about the Clans? I have met three, RiverClan, ThunderClan, and WindClan. Are there more? Which is the best?”
This was the one time Loki hoped her vibrant green eyes didn’t look intimidating admits her pure black pelt, but friendly. She tried her best to soften then while her head was tilted in a curios way.
Then some random tom showed up. He didn’t smell like the foul scent of Clan. Was he Willow’s mate or something? Oh, apparently not. Bothering him! How dare he ask such a question!
Her eyes widened. “Bothering him? Oh no sir, I just am
very interested in his birthplace! Have you heard of the Clans? I might want to join them!”
She hoped they wouldn’t catch that very sounding creepy...
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