[Fawn]

@Lunacross

"Maybe you just looked old to her," Cakeless muttered, however he figured Bucknight would know he was teasing since it wasn't as if he truly believed it'd been an error on Otterstar's part to leave RiverClan to Bucknight. He was young, but that didn't mean he wasn't doing well in the position. There seemed to be hushed whispers and quick gripes about his supposed lack of ability circulating around the camp, yet he hadn't demonstrated anything of the sort, instead strengthening RiverClan's power as a whole.

Comforted by the way Bucknight's form relaxed and his breathing slowed, Cakeless let his body conform, melting against his companion's until his sleepy mind didn't know--or care--where he stopped and where Bucknight began.

The drowsiness was endearing, and he found a similar urge to rest seeping into his bones, even though he hadn't done much to warrant exhaustion. "Yeah, it was pretty close," he replied before knowing what he was referring to. "You almost got romantically involved with a lazy, incompetent warrior. Good thing you side-stepped that. ..Oh, wait."

When Bucknight clarified what he was talking about, Cakeless thought for a moment. "Any normal cat would run, but a mouse-brain like you probably would have tried to rescue me."