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Originally Posted by Dipper
Until Frostflight had included the verbal caveat of exploring further, Fawnpaw hadn’t truly registered the possibility of meeting something (or someone) that had ill-intent for them or would become aggressive in their presence. He’d mentioned the fox and had vaguely considered the logistics of danger, but it didn’t become reality until after Frostflight acknowledged it as one of the many outcomes in heading deeper. To hear a warrior’s thoughts coincide with what he often wrote off as paranoia was a quick splash of cold water, reminding him that this could be a possibly-regrettable decision if they opted to go through with it, but his curiosity was begging to be sated. Turning around now would leave him wondering, wishing he’d taken up Frostflight on this — and really, how could he back out? Fawnpaw wasn’t oblivious, he could see Frostflight’s own draw toward the unknown that resounded with him on a spiritual level. “Uh,” he paused on the syllable for a hesitating beat, eyes flicking to each side, “Wait… if there’s trouble, are you sure you want to be left alone with it? Maybe we should both go back.” Not to lead it into camp, but to be closer to the help they required. It was optimistic to think it’d go that smoothly: retreat and fighting on their own land within the reach of aid, but Fawnpaw believed in his backup plan.... (clipped)
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For once in his life, the world felt at peace. Petty clan squabbles, family tragedy - Frostflight felt wanted, he felt understood.. more so as he ripped his gaze from the picturesque scene before them to glance at Fawnpaw once again. And that was all it took to validate his feelings. The pure and honest expression of his adventuring companion said it all. A simple and quick intake of air was all Frostflight could muster, his eyes misty with the threat of tears. With all the pent up anger... aggression... the feeling of being utter lost in a world with no purpose but simply being a "survivor." How such a simple and, in retrospect, insignificant moment could bring on such emotion. Turning away to face the herd of deer, the silver tabby let a few silent tears slip down his cheeks, the fur clumping as the tears soaked into his fluff.
"It's silly," he sniffled quietly, "I haven't felt this happy in a long time." And once again a silence grew over the tabby, icy blue eyes focused forward intently.