[silver.]

yarrowcrest
he/him // 25 moons // thc warrior

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The presence was sudden. Perhaps it would do him well to not space out at meetings like this because there was no telling what was going to happen. Frame tensing up and jolting a bit when his nose is touched to, he calms down once he realizes who had approached him, a sigh of relief passing his maw as he resists the urge to lick his fur flat.

"Hello Acornfall." He greets quietly, gaze shifting to watch the kits move toward the Stormcrest. "I hope you've been well. I have been... Alright, I guess. No complaints."

Once a liar, always a liar, Yarrowcrest doesn't necessarily want to drag a friend into the depths of his suffering. So he'll keep it to himself for the time being. The last thing he needed to do was make these apprentice ceremonies about himself. It would be a bad look and he didn't need Bumblestar at his throat.

acornfall | @Luna16