[nyme]

HE'S GOT A TEMPERATURE OF NEGATIVE DEGREES AGAIN

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PEACHPAW . 8 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

Peachpaw's ears turn, angled back and dropping as his irritation mounts. Of course. He needs one thing from Orangepaw and the guy can't even manage that. He hardly even looks like he cares and it's so easy for Peachpaw to just decide that he doesn't. Even easier for him to recoil with a sour scoff, nose crinkling derisively

"Figures. She was sick, you know. And she liked you, she thought you were her friend. The least you could have done was look out for her."

His tone is low, venomous. In an awful way he's relieved; selfishly, Peachpaw knows he would have hated Orangepaw even more if the other tom had been looking out for Snowpaw the whole time. There's no way Orangepaw wins, here.

"And if she went missing with that sickness then she's probably dead by now. We just don't have a body to bury. Way to go, Orangepaw. Some friend you were to her."


@Idiotic.Bean101 ; ORANGEPAW