A stride made in time between the two, Sablestar had left camp in search of understanding the swamp more without the bitter sting of his eyes holding him back. With his wounds now mended with only scarring left behind, it was time for him to get a better sight of the place. Even through his squinted vision he knew it bore a beauty yet to be seen by the many. And now he was able to bare his eyes against the chilly breeze, look up and face the full length of the pond pines that lines the forest.
"You're quite the watchful eye, Coalstrike." Sablestar mused with a relaxed smile. "I saw it, in that meeting. What do you look out for, anyway?" Is it something he should look for, too? Something he already scopes out for? Or maybe he's struck notice on some sort of paranoia, whatever it was he was made curious to know.
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SABLESTAR— he/him ・fifty-four moons ・leader; shadowclan ・penned by gonkpilled