[Fawn]

Fawnpaw's jaw tightened with the confirmation of his possibility of a coup, now questioning if he'd wanted to know that at all when saying it aloud somehow made it even realer than seeing the cats of RiverClan shredding each other with teeth and claws mere tail-lengths from where he stood. "Oh," he said, but it was thick, heavy in his mouth as if carrying the gravity of the situation in a single syllable. Stomach churning, the scene before him held a different severity after Mirepaw's agreement that it was likely a coup; clanmates that he once trusted, now he didn't know who was worthy of that when everything was mixed in the jumble of chaos. He'd been but a small kit when the brunt of unease had spread throughout RiverClan and rattled their confidence in the leader. His very few interactions with Fallenstar hadn't yielded anything but pity for the broken shell of a tom, so he didn't understand the motivation for the coup, couldn't even conjure reasons of why it'd be happening beyond general displeasure with their circumstances.

However, when Mirepaw spoke again, he wasn't sure how to feel about the statement. The logistics of battle weren't of concern to him, not this second, not when his life could be on the line if they were to be attacked. "Um.." he trailed off at a loss, throat feeling dry. Fawnpaw wasn't given time to finish that thought, tucking the concern away for later since they had bigger issues to contend to.

Such as getting out of here, as Mirepaw astutely observed. Whole-heartedly in favor of that, Fawnpaw nodded. They weren't assisting their clanmates by standing here, but that was the problem -- how did they know who their clanmates even were anymore, how could they sort them from the traitors? It was too difficult to tell which side was represented by who, or what the sides even were. It was pointless destruction, completely nonsensical to Fawnpaw who couldn't understand why they'd resort to physical fighting to sort their misaligned beliefs. "Yeah," he said, definitive, unaware Mirepaw had intended it mostly for himself. "But it's just..." His brown eyes flicked back to the battle, his paws shuffled. They needed a plan of escape, and already, his mind was swimming with multiple routes they could use. The approach and execution were important alongside a solid mental map of their options, Fawnpaw determined as he scanned through an intense gaze, analytical and evaluating. They had one chance to get this right and slip away unnoticed.

Absorbed in his own cognitions, he blinked upon being dragged away from them by Mirepaw's meow rising above the noise of their environment. And while he appreciated the sentiment, Fawnpaw was skeptical since that could've been true for Mirepaw, but his lack of training obliterated the feasibility of assisting. "Honestly, not knowing who or how to fight kind of puts me in a bad position here," he muttered, but there was no time for shame or resentment when they had to leave.

Reckless decision-making wasn't really his area of expertise, and he automatically reverted to his earlier plan of staging an escape into the territory. "Okay, maybe--" he started through a raspy inhale, searching, then perked up when he spotted a patch of disturbed reeds. "Oh! There, over by the reeds." Fawnpaw didn't waste time as he bolted toward them, keeping toward the outskirts of the clearing to avoid battling cats and hoping he wouldn't be attacked as he dove for the trodden barrier, some stalks bent at an angle and mud from melting snow clinging to his belly-fur as he wriggled underneath, squeezing through to freedom.

@Hexict ;; continued here