She/her - 8 moons
Short grey molly with a darker stripe and amber eyes
The collector - Heightened perception (smell) - Hulk SMASH
A click of her tongue as the grey apprentice's gaze drifted along the roof of the den, sunken in thought.
"Yeah, something like that. I think." She wasn't sure how the other clans handled outsiders wanting to join, and everything that she had learned was from chit-chat during border patrols, overhearing her clanmates gossip, or the brief run-down that she had gotten before her first gathering since her own parents had never talked too much about it all. Shadowclan had recently taken in a pawful of new cats, three if she remembered correctly (a new warrior, a former riverclanner... and that one pretty molly who pigeonpaw could have sworn she had seen before) but she couldn't determine whether that was a lot or a few.
Her amber eyes drew back to Palekit and her chest puffed a little, if jokingly.
"You betcha!" She grinned. The first time she had left the nursery, drawn out by Dawnstar's call for a meeting and seeing the massive leader standing atop the Shadowledge (now replaced by the Grimpeak)... had left something brewing in the back of her mind.
"Like can you imagine leading a clan? Standing on the Grimpeak? Getting to roar for a battle to begin and give fresh warriors their names?" Yeah, she was gonna do that someday!
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