The edge of WindClan that bled into ShadowClan was often disregarded as unimportant to the moor-runner. He didn't necessarily avoid it for the purpose of evading the possibility of conflict. Rather, to save himself the headache of how annoying ShadowClanners made themselves out to be. Maybe he was over assumptive from his minimal scope of interacting with Mothbite and hearing of Sablestar's grand entry through trespassing. He didn't have any interest to look for ways to change his opinion, though.
Unfortunate that the route this rabbit took in his chase led him closer than he would have preferred. It's bouncing gait fled right for acrid pavement that split WindClan from ShadowClan and in a burst of hungry drive, Sassafraschill kicked harder against the earth to pounce and dig his claws through dense fur the moment its paws touched the Thunderpath. He licked his jaws of the preyblood that spread across his muzzle, chest huffing for breath from the effort of the chase. He should probably get off the Thunderpath before a monster claimed them both.
Sassafraschill grasped the rabbit between his teeth , glancing to the flicker of blue fur between she shade. He snarled in warning, dropping his prey in the flattened grass. "Y'don't wanna waste your claws on me. Heard y'got a bad run for herbs right 'bout now. Would hate t' make it worse." The silvery toms hackles raised as he glowered across the path, tail lashing as he goaded the other cat.
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Unfortunate that the route this rabbit took in his chase led him closer than he would have preferred. It's bouncing gait fled right for acrid pavement that split WindClan from ShadowClan and in a burst of hungry drive, Sassafraschill kicked harder against the earth to pounce and dig his claws through dense fur the moment its paws touched the Thunderpath. He licked his jaws of the preyblood that spread across his muzzle, chest huffing for breath from the effort of the chase. He should probably get off the Thunderpath before a monster claimed them both.
Sassafraschill grasped the rabbit between his teeth , glancing to the flicker of blue fur between she shade. He snarled in warning, dropping his prey in the flattened grass. "Y'don't wanna waste your claws on me. Heard y'got a bad run for herbs right 'bout now. Would hate t' make it worse." The silvery toms hackles raised as he glowered across the path, tail lashing as he goaded the other cat.
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