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HE'S GOT A TEMPERATURE OF NEGATIVE DEGREES AGAIN

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PEACHPAW . 8 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

Honestly, what kind of sick joke is this? Snowpaw and Orangepaw leave his life at about the same time and it's the absolute worst of the two that has the gall to make it back. Peachpaw wonders if he's one of the only cats mourning someone's survival of the plague. Then he wonders how easy it'd be to go over and trip Orangepaw up.

Don't. He sniffs. It's not worth it. It's not and he knows it. It's just that he's particularly cold and in a particularly tight mood and Orangepaw is over there moving like he's Starclan's gift to the forest per usual and—

"Orangepaw." Ah, man, how did he get over here? Hadn't he been hating from a safe distance away just now? Peachpaw looks annoyed, both at himself and the ginger apprentice. What is this supposed to be, some kind of belated welcome back but please go actually die now type thing? Is it supposed to be anything at all? He'd moved over here without really thinking about it, but now that he's gone and opened his mouth he has no idea where to go with this. What had he been thinking?

He—

Oh.

"Did you ever...happen to see Snowpaw, much? When they took all the sick cats away?"

@Idiotic.Bean101 ; ORANGEPAW