Oh StarClan. Why won’t you just shut your muzzle already? You keep blabbering about random things. You’re currently on a hunting patrol with Bluefur,just you and her. She immediately drops into a hunters crouch as soon as she catches the scent of a mouse,but not before glancing at you with narrowed blue eyes. Her blue-grey fur shadowed beneath a nearby bush as she slinks about.

”can you quiet down? You’re going to scare all the prey in the forest if you keep running your muzzle.”