Antlerstreak strode into the Sleepy Thicket, shivering despite himself. This place had always wigged him out due to the legend surrounding him, and he always felt eyes on his back whenever he came here, though he knew that was silly, and just a product of the legend.
“Alright, Bluebellpaw. Welcome to the Sleepy Thicket!” He turned to look at his apprentice, raising eyebrows, “Can you tell me what’s so special about this place?”
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Antlerstreak nodded as she listed the ground rodents, the squirrels, and then, what he was really looking for, the ghost.
“Correct. There are lots of ground rodents and squirrels here in the peak of Newleaf, and yes, the ghost of Hawkstar is said to haunt these woods, looking for his head,” Antlerstreak chuckled dryly, “Hawkstar’s ghost used to freak me out me a lot when I was younger,” He admitted, not at all embarrassed to do so.
“Personally, I don’t believe in ghosts, but the legend sure did spook me back then, my sister was the braver one,” Antlerstreak explained, rolling an acorn under his paw.
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Antlerstreak nodded as the apprentice told him that she didn’t believe in ghosts, herself. Which didn’t surprise him. He had already guessed that she had a good head on her shoulders.
“Well, apparently, during what we call the Evil Era, Hawkstar was RiverClan’s leader, and he got beheaded,” Antlerstreak explained, “So now he’s apparently out and about trying to look for his skull, though I wouldn’t know why a spirit wouldn’t already have a skull?” He shook his head, “Ghost stories don’t make much sense, it seems.”
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