Dawnlark Plains I am not throwin' away my shot

Goldenwind's sighs were being carried by the wind as the silence fell between the former warriors. Normally, if two warriors from different clans were to meet there would be disputes and disagreements between the warriors. But now that there were no borders, no clans, the golden male felt that it would be a waste of time to tell the large silver man to piss off.

How many do you think escaped?

Those words hit the former Windclan warriors ear's like a revolver being fired into his canal. The male flinched his ears just a bit as the unwanted questions that he tried to keep out of his head came buzzing in. A smooth, all be it forcefully, sigh parted from his lips,
"I don't know..." his voice came with a gravel tone for he had to be honest with his response no matter how much it hurt him.