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Rani
It wasn't overly common for clan cats to have such high esteems for themselves, to pride themselves so much on appearances so it was a wonder who the black and white she-cat learned it from. Sometimes those things come naturally, a brain geared slightly different from the others.
It didn't take away from her capabilities as a warrior though, that much was evident in how her ears tracked the sound of a rather ominous tune being hummed around the cleric. At first only one of her ears tracked Wilowpaw, but soon both locked onto the sounds of the younger cat, noting how they were approaching, if only circling loosely. Her eyes, though, remained closed. It was too much effort at the moment to open them and process sight as well as sound.
She didn't move, aside from the slightest flick of the tip of her tail, a precursory note that she was aware of Willowpaw's presence. There was a long moment of silence before eventually Nightfeather spoke, her voice cool and easy on the ears. Her eyes, though, were very much closed.
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Are you looking for something?" It was a simple question, so simple that she didn't bother opening her eyes to look at the apprentice. But her ears were still angled in her direction.