The pale warrior did not need to look up. His hackles simply started raising as it sensed danger, a chill sent his way no sooner he'd mentioned Batglare's kindness. His gaze turning every so slightly towards Twistedkit's mentor, curiosity eating away at him, he noticed the senior warrior's ears pinned slightly back, although quite frankly the glare seemed no different than it had been mere moments before as far as Snowybreeze could tell from his position. Alright, so the dark, brooding, imposing looking tom perhaps preferred to keep his more gentile nature a secret. He couldn't understand why, but he could certainly respect it. Hopefully the older warrior would not mind him exposing such secrets just this once, however, if only for the new apprentice's sake.
Dark nose twitching lightly on light fur, Snowybreeze noticed the fear emanating from the dark furred molly seemed to be slowly fading as her appearance became calmer, less frantic. Closing his eyes with contentment, trying to further encourage a peaceful, less anxious countenance for his wounded clanmate, he offered a small purr of encouragement, glad to see any semblance of progress from the - understandably - frantic mood she had been in mere moments before.
It was not long before another pair of footsteps entered the den, massive and heavy in sound. The accompanying scent of herbs letting the young warrior know that the medicine cat had arrived, Snowybreeze twitched his feathery tail in greeting as he stopped himself from standing up. While most cats in WindClan were of smaller frames better suited for running and chasing after their quick footed prey of choice, there was no denying that none of the felines surrounding the young, newly named apprentice were giants in their own right. Batglare, Cowpaw, and himself all seemed to share that massive build that stood out in clan meetings, and for how small of an apprentice Twistedpaw currently was, he worried about her stress resurfacing at full force if she found herself surrounded by all three of them standing at full height. So instead the soft spoken warrior decided to remain as he was, head still on the ground and level with the molly, hoping to offer some level of comfort in knowing she wasn't the only one being towered over.
Regardless of his choice, Snowybreeze shifted his bright blue orbs towards the medicine cat as the patched tom began gesturing. Something that looked like congratulations, and... potentially waiting to go... celebrate later? He was fairly certain he at the very least recognized the gesture for flower somewhere in there, as well. It was a slow process, but the young warrior was slowly getting better at understanding the medicine cat's form of communication, and between this and the small seed dropped at Twistedpaw's feet, he certainly hoped she would start to feel cheerier soon. It was a tall order, of course, after the horrible occurrence from before, but it was a hope nonetheless. The patched tom hated the idea of this sweet molly who had been but a kit just earlier that day having the beginnings of her apprenticeship marred by that- that... No, he would not think of her. It was not up to him to judge her for her crimes. He trusted Twilightstar to know best.
A small, sorrowful, distorted voice soon catching his attention, Snowybreeze turned alert eyes back on Twistedpaw, his mismatched ears perked up as he struggled to not rush towards her and wrap her up with his feathery tail, shielding her from anything else that might hurt her. His heart broke at her words, her needless apologies making his ears droop in despair. Why? How could anyone attack such a gentle hearted soul? She had been hurt by one she trusted, and here she was in turn, apologizing for something she had not done in the first place.
Noticing her eyes turning to the ground, her posture screaming misery to anyone who gave but a half hearted glance, Snowybreeze couldn't help the sad look that crossed his previously bright, content eyes. Unsure of what to do for her, but not wanting her to feel as though if the very moor was raging at her for the mere crime of being - he wasn't certain what else to think, but her posture so reminded him of that very feeling he'd had for so long tuckered away alone in the stony corner at the nursery's floor - he slowly and rather shyly brought one massive paw forward, barely lifting it from the ground, doing little more than gently sliding it towards the downcast feline before him. Not daring to touch the wounded molly, but wishing for her to realize she was not alone, he left his paw there, as close to hers as he dared place it without scaring her away.
"No. No need. To apologize. You've done nothing wrong," Snowybreeze mewed his voice barely a whisper for the apprentice to hear.
"C-Cowpaw just wished. To congratulate. You. He was congratulating you. And wishing to... celebrate. Later? With... flowers?" the tom fumbled here, turning his blue orbs towards the medicine cat's mismatched eyes with an apologetic look, suddenly afraid he had overstepped a line by attempting to translate with his admittedly limited fluency in Cowpaw's silent communication. Oh dear... he would have to apologize later for his unabashed rudeness towards the high ranking feline. StarClan help him...
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