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[RHINESTONE.]

As the creature straightened itself up slowly, Rhinestone felt his fur bristle, and his ears pin down sharply against his skull. Ghostwhisper really wasn't like anything that Rhine had seen ever before, and just standing in front of them made panic rise and curl within his much smaller form. Despite this, he refused to back away, his pale eyes locking gazes with the dark holes in Ghost's face that the tom could only assume were their eyes. He expected the creature to speak, although he wasn't sure what the other's voice would end up sounding like. Perhaps deep and frightening, like what would be proper of such a massive insect-like beast. Briefly, the leader considered throwing aside all reason, and just charging forward, just so that he could potentially get the upper hand against Ghost in a fight. However, seeing as Ghostwhisper hadn't actually attempted anything threatening yet, the tom just waited, watching as Ghost pulled forth the piece of paper for writing on.

Luckily for Ghost, although reading was not a skill required of warriors living within Palmclan, Rhine could still understand the words that were written. He had slowly taught himself to read, after ages of searching through twoleg books that had been left on the beach, or he had managed to snag from his very, very brief journeys onto the boardwalk. So, although it took him a moment of staring down at the paper to fully understand, he eventually let out a soft gasp, nodding his head at the other. So, it seemed as though Ghost was not a threat, at least not for the moment. Rhinestonestar was unsure of whether or not he'd be able to let Ghostwhisper in if the other decided he wanted to stay, considering just how strange the beast was. Despite this, he found himself muttering softly, his fluffy tail curling around to rest over his paws, "The ash...? Oh, you must mean the sand. This, right?" He lifted one of his front paws, dragging it very gently through the golden sands in front of him. He then said, shaking his head from side to side, "It's not ash, it's called sand. It makes up the entirety of the shore of Sparkling Beach, where Palmclan calls home." It seemed so odd to him that anyone could not know what sand was, considering he had grown up around it his entire life.

RHINESTONESTAR - PALMCLAN - PENNED BY STILLY

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