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Rani
Echofall had been pleasantly basking in a sunny spot alongside Gravehound, his pearl hued pelt bathed in warmth, purring softly. However, when he spotted Frostpaw approaching, his low purr stopped abruptly.
What does this loon want?
Then she spoke.
Had he read her lips correctly?
Slowly, almost one by one, every hair on Echofall’s back stood at attention, and his eyes reduced to icy slits. The slender warrior stood, bristling as if he were facing a trespassing ShadowClan warrior.
“Oh...is that so?” He hissed, lashing his tail and positioning himself between Frostpaw and Gravehound in a particularly defensive manner,
“And which...pray tell...StarClan warrior...told you that? Was it...Falconpaw’s aunt...Alderleap...who, alongside her mate, Blueflower, saved ThunderClan...from a pack of foxes? Or perhaps...it was Seastar, the legendary RiverClan leader of old...who...alongside his mate...Troutskip...saved their clan from a flood?” He prompted hotly.
The regal cat lifted his chin, practically radiating fury,
“You do not...know the voice of StarClan...from your own...pitiful mewling. Perhaps...if you focused more...on learning to do your job...StarClan would actually speak...to you.” He snapped.
“Until then...do not...ever speak to myself, or my mate...with such disrespect again...or I shall be forced to rip your ears...from your scalp.”