So many red lines. Does anyone think I should make my chapters longer?
"Eyes up," called Tornfoot. Swamppaw ripped her eye from the waters edge to look at him. "You can't keep watching the water. We're on patrol right now, let the hunting party do the fishing."
"I'm looking for a Deadclan cat named Silverwhisper."
Tornfoot scoffed. "Silverwhisper? What about him? He's from Bushclan, ignore anything he has to say. Focus on what you're doing in the real world."
"You know him?" Swamppaw bounded up to her mentor excited.
"Know? No. He's been dead for a while, that's how things work. He died when I was an apprentice, I only remember him because of the strange things he said during clan meetings. Odd cat he. I don't care if he's somehow communicating with you, but don't trust a Bushclan cat."
"But he's not a Bushclan cat," Swamppaw protested. "Mudmellow said you lose your alignment when you die; he's but a Deadclan cat now!"
Tornfoot look at her with unimpressed yellow eyes. "You may lose any official alignment, but you don't lose your memories. Now come, Flowerclaw is going to be angry if we lag too far behind."
"He's right," whispered the water as they bounded away. "You don't lose your memories..." Swamppaw wanted to turn back and see the cat, but decided she was better off following orders.
