[Neptune.]

Hollowpaw
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155/200
9 moons || he/him || ThC medicine cat apprentice || Silk Spinner, Dream Walker, HkT1
brown, masked classic tabby w/ low white; titanite eyes

Titanite eyes narrow on the apprentice who approaches, slipping into the entrance of the medicine den without waiting permission. He has half a mind to snap at her and shoo her away, there are plenty of other, more willing, apprentices she can force her company onto instead of him. But it is cold out, and despite Horizonpaw having a visibly thicker coat than himself, Hollowpaw still finds him thinking that if she doesn't get away from the chill she's liable to come down with an illness, and that's one of the last things he wants to deal with. So, instead, he humors her nothing questions.

"No," he answers simply to the question of if it's warm in here. It's not, at least compared to Green-leaf. Compared to the temperature in the clearing proper? It's still not warm, but at least there's no wind. And then, the question of if he's lonely in here... tch, how could he be? There's always someone in the medicine den. If it's not Wolfhawk it's a patient and if it's not a patient it's Wolfhawk. "How you could mistake this den for lonely is really and truly baffling." He does not push to further the conversation he doesn't wish to be having, just answers their questions and moves on.

[ @Star ]