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Originally Posted by jingle jel
Slightly shocked by the non-argumental response, and still conscious of the gaze burning into her from the unknown feline, Featherfur shook her head. "I'll get it. You're exhausted from today. Go back to camp and get some rest." Affectionately, she rested her muzzle on Vixenpaw's head for a moment or so, before turning towards the direction of the buried prey. |
Vixenpaw felt her mentor's muzzle on her shoulder. She wanted to snap and say that she didn't need the affection, but she was just so tired. And if she was being honest... it felt nice. Slowly, with her head down, the little shecat made her way back to Shadowclan camp, sparing one last glance over her shoulder at the piece of territory where her life had ended and she had learning that she was unwanted.