[ dont worry about it <3 ]
Fawnskip paused at the den entrance, feeling pleased to of been stopped and she was even more satisfied when she heard his nest rustle, meaning he must've risen as if he was willing to follow after her. Aww, he cares, she thought with an imaginary scoff. Fawnskip was in a particularly mean mood. She whipped around, narrowing her eyes at him for his lack of ability to understand. ``Toms are so.. so infuriating! Especially you! Don't you see that I care about you? That I worry every single time you are out of my sight? Maybe I'm jealous of Rosethorn, so what? If she gets you, then you just won't know what you're missing out on.`` There was some truth to her words, but Fawnskip wasn't yet ready to admit to that. Right now, she had convinced herself she was merely acting.