[nyme]

HE'S GOT A TEMPERATURE OF NEGATIVE DEGREES AGAIN

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PEACHPAW . 10 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

Little by little, soft orange ears have panned back and flattened. Bumblestar's on the warpath, and although all this ire has a clear target—two now, goodness; what was Maplehaze thinking?—it's impossible not to feel rattled by her fury. Peachpaw sits very still, watches. Occasionally glances to the kittens in the area, wondering if they should be seeing any of this—but of course they should. This is justice. Of a sort. At the very least, it's consequences. Both are important to learn.

Peachpaw's thinkin' real hard about that wager that he knows better than to voice aloud again. The one that says Wolfpaw'll just bolt. Maybe he changes the name now and then steals away into the night, quick and easy. He wouldn't be winning any hearts or minds back with that kind of cowardice, but it's already over for him, isn't it? There's no undoing this. Not even close.

Blue eyes flick to settle on Maplehaze again. They twitch away just as quickly. Weird hill to die on, but, way to commit.