[Captain]

Autumnpaw was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, but it’s not all the time that the one that cares about you most causes it.” She muttered under her breath, still going after herself for this entirely. The american bobtail stood up, pressing her forehead to his for a second or two before dashing off into the forest, going down the path that she had gone earlier, the scent of the stream locked in her senses. The small she-cat sniffed around the area beside the water, catching sight of a log halfway laying on the bank of the river. Autumnpaw smiled in triumph once she spotted a thick patch of fresh spider webs at the base of the crumpled log. She pawed apart the spider webs, balling them up into a pile and picking them up in her mouth. The taste was weird and sticky, but she proceeded to head back to her beloved friend. Come to think if it, what was she to Lightningpaw? What should she call them now? We’re they still best friends of something more now? Autumnpaw’s whiskers twitched as she dismissed the confusing thought. She trotted up to him, her muzzle warm with embarrassment by how shy and giddy she was around him. “”Here, hold still now. This might sting.” She said, her voice muffled by the patch of webs on her muzzle. The american bobtail pressed the bandage-like material against Lightningpaw’s wound gently as it began to soak up the blood. She pressed it against the wound with one paw before going back to her spot, lying down beside him in the grass.