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( @Fuzzyfeline | @Arié Moving to camp because they finally made it! Also oof, is my aussieness coming out again? XD)

When the cream molly spoke up in his place, he gave a sigh of relief, his ears flattening slightly as he tried to forget about the hunting fiasco he'd had that morning. A whole rabbit and a mouse, lost! He'd have to make up for it later. Almost about to drift off into his own little world of thought, he'd caught onto some of what the molly was saying. Sure, the size factor was something he couldn't learn from or be sympathetic towards, as she would obviously be more fleet-footed than he, but some of her tips were interesting... Wit... So the trick is to trick them? Roansplash wasn't the wittiest cat around, that was for sure. But her information had some merit. He'd have to consider cutting off a rabbit's escape points next time he tried to hunt. Maybe that was the secret, after all! He must've missed that one in his apprenticeship... Suddenly aware of a flood of familiar scents around him, the roan tom was glad to realise that they were already back at camp.

Taking a few more steps with aching and impatient paws, his tail twitched in his current silence as he listened to Breezefeather speak again. It was like the camp had a spell over him, one that made him go silent and want to be the reclusive cat he'd been ever since he regretted being such a jerk in his many moons of apprenticeship. Maybe the exhaustion was getting to him... he did feel a little delirious as the silvery tom continued to speak. It didn't take long for the russet and white tom to suddenly be shaken back into reality once more. Though he was no longer facing their group, his fur prickled and his eyes went wide, pupils already thin slits against the daylight. The tom slowly turned his head back around, already hiding a look of concern.

Not sure what to say, he stood still for a few moments, mouth open as he hesitated to speak. "...She?" Was all he could say. The truth was that he had never known Breezefeather very well. The spotted tom's rendezvous with mollies were completely alien to him. Roansplash swallowed as he continued to speak, dumbfounded by this sudden emotional dump of information. There was a hint of truth in his last statement. No one who joins the clans, can be fully trusted to remain. Couldn't the same be said for Breezefeather, then? To Roansplash, to live in a Clan was making an important choice. A choice so important that you died with it. It was not only a birthright to the clanborn, but a privilege to any Clan cat. Every privilege has a consequence. Was this Breezefeather's? "...Why'd she leave?" the tom meowed gruffly, angered by the notion of a cat willingly leaving their clan.