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The pungent scent of herbs stung Brook's nose as she padded into Jinglemoon's den. He'd been given the task of asking the medicine cat if he needed any more moss for his nest or anything, and while Brook was now keenly aware that this was a task for the Clan's younger cats, their brother still hadn't determined them worthy of a proper RiverClan name.Could've at least called me Brookpaw or something, he thought.
"Ah, Jinglemoon?" he called. "Pikestar sent me to ask-" He paused. He hadn't really gotten a chance to talk about the whole... dying thing.
"Well, I'm here to ask if you need the moss in your nest changed, but actually, I was wondering if I could ask you a few things first? Assuming that's ok."
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- ooc: tagging @Jinglemoon
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A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.