Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrks: Mind reader(permanently active) and Shadow fiend(inactive)
'If you keep staring at me like that you'll be under my claws' The silent threat was communicated purely through eye contact. Pupils slitted as Quietpaw glared at a sleek raven that had taken a particular interest in her. Perched on the sturdy branch of one of the cedars that towered over the clearing, it gazed at her with unfazed curiosity.
Feathery tail swishing in agitation, the paw circled the wide trunk for a way to somehow reach the irritating covrid. It could provide the clan with a good meal, but right now Quiet was only intrested in eliminating the corvid remove the ever constant feeling of it's beady eyes on her pelt. Puncturing the bark with her sharp talons, she attempted to find a foothold to hoist herself up the tree. Ugh, why couldn't someone just have taught her? Surely it would prove useful, or was Shadowclan too arrogant to swallow their own pride?
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