[Fawn]

Fawnpaw trailed into the camp behind Lionstorm, more tentatively than most of his clanmates that'd been selected for the battle patrol. And he... didn't know why he'd been picked, despite his battle training. A peaceful philosophy didn't align well with this, but a craving for justice did. Somewhat. Lionstorm really should've kept the truth of this to himself.

Uneasiness crept through Fawnpaw like winding vines as they entered the camp like it was a full-on charge, the adrenaline in his veins spiking and twisting his stomach into knots. Oh stars, he hoped he wasn't going to vomit. What an embarrassing one for the ages -- coming in to battle ShadowClan over unaddressed border disputes and puking in their camp because he was so nervous.

Fawnpaw tried to reassure himself: he knew the basics of battle, he knew the protocol. He wouldn't be here if Fallenstar and Lionstorm deemed him incapable of fighting with the best of RiverClan. The apprentice peeked around Lionstorm's tall figure as he started to yowl to the heavens above, searching the faces of who would soon be their opponents. It was a decision he instantly regretted. These were the cats they'd have to fight, and seeing the traces of emotion on them that were mirrored too closely in his own clanmates made his heart sink.

A new approach redirected his focus. Fawnpaw realized he'd have to find an apprentice, or at least a young warrior, if this was going to break into a fight. It was customary, after all. The honorable choice to fight within the ranks and keep it fair, so Fawnpaw sifted through the cats coming out of the woodwork only to settle on gray-brown tom that appeared more... worried than anything else.

Fawnpaw's jaw set. This was precisely what he had been afraid of throughout his training when even the hypothetical 'would I hurt another cat?' often came back negatory.

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