Sawtooth Spire radiowaves

"does all the white get boing?" she asks, thinking surely it must. the shadows of blackfeather are enough to drive her to the border territories once every few days, she can't imagine the whole wild looking the same. 

a rock crumbles beneath her paw, and she takes a quick step back, watching it bounce all the way down. wondering how much it would hurt to do the same, she resumes climbing down, with a little more caution.