[nyme]

HE'S GOT A TEMPERATURE OF NEGATIVE DEGREES AGAIN

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PEACHPAW . 10 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

There. Now he can say it. A-hem.

"Dragonflypaw! Dragonflypaw! Dr—agonflycliff??"

IS THAT ALLOWED? So, what, she's not dead? Peachpaw cranes, big eyes catching and sticking on the spectre. She's literally right there. Maybe she just didn't feel like hanging out on the floor of the medicine cat's den until sundown? It does seem like a pretty harsh sentence, even for a corpse. Which that is not. A ghost? What, of a good, well-meaning clanmate? Peachpaw didn't think they got those.

Recently deceased Dragonflycliff coming back to celebrate Dragonflypaw, new medicine cat apprentice. Peachpaw's no expert in these matters, but if that's not a good omen, what is?

He opts not to say anything about it, but he can't help his staring. In an effort to tear his eyes away, he catches Alpinemoon evidently spying the same thing that he has. The bobtail picks his way over and seats himself closer to Alpinemoon.

"That's fine, right? Dragonflycliff's a 'good' ghost?" He asks urgently, paying half-attention to the apprentices now being gathered up for their warrior ceremonies. "...............Because you see her too, right? Like, what Chasmpaw's doing?"

Stars he sure hopes so.

@Bob the Venomous Bird ; ALPINEMOON