[nyme]

I'M TOO SMOOTH, YOU NEVER SEE ME COMING
NEVER IN A HURRY, I'M JUST MOVIN' FAST

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REDFACE . 28 MOONS . HE/HIM . WINDCLAN?

Hah—so. So, uh.

Hm.

It isn't as though Redface had thought he'd never have to face this peticular situation, just that he'd really, really assumed that he would know how to handle it when it happened. Or that it would happen in a way that was far more controlled and deliberate than, uh. Than this.

He could easily slip past her. She's hardly filling up the entire entryway, after all, and she can't see him and it's not like she'd even know, would she? Redface is a rusting ghost, petrified in his nest as he assesses Leopardflight's back and the predicament he's in because of it. Just squeeze right through. He could do it. Bumrush the exit and leave no time for questioning.

But then what? What about when they're both in the den? What if they're both put on a patrol together? What if, stars forbid, this exact situation occurs again—then what? Redface swallows, mangled throat working hard to push down his rising frustration. He's getting ahead of himself. Suppose she's forgotten? In a bizarre twist of luck, his return to Windclan has been greatly facilitated by the fact that his death was barely registered in the first place. His forgettability has made it so easy to get back into the swing of things that he just hadn't been all that worried about—

this.

And maybe there's no need to be. So, nice and easy and only somewhat cautious, Redface lifts and stretches and eases right past Leopardflight.

@Idiotic.Bean101 ; LEOPARDFLIGHT