[puppeteer]

Silverpaw

She had been trying to reassure and comfort Fawnpaw when he spoke. Hawkpaw. She felt her hackles raise and her soft, sad smile turn into a snarl. But, before she could say anything, Fawnpaw did. The reaction the gentle medicine cat had was astounding. She had never seen her react this way. It was startling, but also kind of... awesome. But Hawkpaw had to speak again. This made Silverpaw angry. The way he disrespected the medicine cat infuriated her. The silver she-cat stood, and stalked her way over to Hawkpaw.

"Don't you dare disrespect her. You may be an outsider, but I hope you're mother still taught you to respect those above you." She snarled, thrusting her face into his. "I don't care where you came from or who you are, but if you ever disrespect my friend again, I'll shred you personally. And if you dare to accuse her of such things again, you better pray to StarClan to come save you." With a lash of her tail, she stalked back over to where Fawnpaw and Cloudpaw were, an angry look in her eyes.

She didn't feel sorry at all. "Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong." The silver molly mewed to her, hoping in some way she could reassure the she-cat beside her. Her amber eyes flicked between Hawkpaw and Fawnpaw again, waiting to see how the tom would react. She touched her nose to Slatewhiskers cold fur, tears forming again. "Safe hunting, friend. We'll meet again, won't we?"

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