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Originally Posted by Slushie
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Goosefury watched the large tom approach, and stood to greet him. He caught the look of disappointment the black and yellow cat threw at Sootflare, but didn't ask. It was none of his business.
Goosefury's first instinct was to smile at his enthusiastic hunting partner, but the desire to do so faltered with Bumblebelly's words. It was replaced by a small frown that vanished quickly. "Amphibians?" he echoed. A small root of suspicion had planted itself in his belly. "That's an interesting skill to have. As far as I'm aware, only ShadowClan is taught how to hunt those creatures."
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The accusation -- even if it were a fact -- stung like a hornet sting. He had thought by now his clanmates had grown to trust him, but of course there were always a few... bad apples. Perhaps bad wasn't the word? misunderstood, maybe?
"Well, I was raised there regrettably," He murmured with a gentle, tender voice that offered no negativity towards the other cat. Bumblebelly began to walk out, lowering his head in some attempt to appear less...
Shadowclan-y in size.
"As much as I would enjoy to say I've moved on, my tongue still craves the taste of frog. Maybe you could fetch us the fish and I could put my skills to better use on the land?" Bumblebelly chirped his words, leaving the camp.