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Originally Posted by Shade.
Rookpaw was always rather insecure about exposing her throat, the paranoia of having it ripped out was often there, but now she lay on her back and the sun warmed her chin. She was still on edge, just a little, as one should be. She snorted at Finchpaw's retort. He was overconfident, much unlike her who had rather low self-esteem, even if that never stopped her from fighting.
"I'd rather drown." she replied simply.
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Finchpaw let out an broken amused purr.
Of course she would. He liked that about Rookpaw, in her own twisted way she would make him laugh.
His ears twitched as he listened to the sounds of the stream running and the gentle breeze. He didnt remember the last time he had been this relaxed. Back at camp he always felt on edge, having to constantly try to prove his loyalty to Dawnstar after his last stunt. This inevitable doom hung over him at times, the fear of Dawnstar taking him out was never really gone.
He frowned trying to get that thought out of his head.
No, he was fine. He was going to be the best warrior and then prove to her that he had Shadowclan as his priority.
“
What do you think is beyond the clan lands” he suddenly asked, not bothering to open his eyes.