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Oh, great. Jussst
great. He looked up as Redhawk sped over to him, their face covered in concern and intuition. When turning his head, he revealed a thin scratch that lay vertically across a half a whisker-length on his neck.
“Huh? Oh… uh….” he gulped and shuffled his paws nervously.
I can’t lie… she’ll want to know who did this. The young mud-brown tom gulped down his fear.
She’s just doing their job. That’s it… that’s all this lil conversation is. Her job: looking out for her apprentices. “A dead warrior. She brought me to her home in the Dark Forest and… fought me.”
Crowpaw didn’t want to talk about this anymore than necessary, and though he wished he could beg for her to leave him be he highly doubted she’d grant him that wish. As a hornet, it was their job to watch out for the safety of her Clanmates, and she was his mentor. She was
obligated by her duty to ThunderClan to be concerned about his safety.
“Is that all?” his green eyes narrowed as he looked up at her from the little creek.
“Because I’m fine.” No, that was a lie. He really wasn’t fine. Who would be after a fight with a rival Clanner’s sister?