[Doom]

Originally Posted by Dipper

"Fawnpelt?" he repeated, an offended huff tossed in for a touch of flair, as if refuting that he'd be reduced to a mere name based on his appearance. In a mockingly haughty tone, he corrected, "Yeah, no. That's Fawnfur to you." Although he nodded, he was also aware their idea of what made a warrior wasn't exactly relevant when it was their mentors and leadership that'd be deciding when they were ready for that step. "They can't be too terrible with names. You're not..." he squinted, surveying him. "You're not, like, Boulder...rock yet, at least." It'd fit with his stoic nature and gray pelt, but it certainly was a horrible name.

When Graypaw rose to his paws, Fawnpaw was instinctually quick to do the same, eager to distance himself from the ash in the air that irritated his lungs and eyes until they both stung. But he didn't open his mouth to complain--wouldn't dare--not when the Clans on fire were more entitled to gripes. Fawnpaw wasn't convinced by Graypaw's statement about them being alright, skeptically pointing out, "I'm... not sure that's really a logical reason that supports their ability to recover." Just because ShadowClan was potentially worse didn't make anything better.

Trotting to fall alongside Graypaw, he teasingly mumbled under his breath, "Wow, that's pretty gentlemanly of you. I didn't even know you knew that word, much less how to enact it." He quickened his pace to scoot beyond Graypaw, flashing a rather cheeky albeit lopsided smile over his shoulder. It was nice they were entering RiverClan territory once more, easing the tension from every inch of him now that his internal survivalist wasn't screaming to get away from the fire.

The second they were undoubtedly in the clear, Fawnpaw slowed to draw in a deep inhale that puffed his chest and closed his eyes in contentment. It was strange to truly breathe again. When he opened them, he peeked to Graypaw, quizzical. Curious. "So... uh, was that everything you hoped it'd be?"

Graypaw smirked. “Oh yes, pardon me. I’d never disrespect the high and mighty Fawnfur.” He scoffed sarcastically, leaving that smug-like smirk plastered against his muzzle. As Fawnpaw examined him, he couldn't help but tense up a bit. His smirk faded and his ears fell flat. Staring always made him...uncomfortable, especially when it was done by someone he wasn't close with. Although his fur fluffed up embarrassingly, Graypaw let the smaller apprentice judge him, but only because he knew it was in a joking way. “Oh, shut up.” He eventually mumbled, holding back a sheepish smile.

While he did hear Fawnpaw’s argument about the who-has-it-worse situation, he didn't reply. There was no use in discussing it anymore. The apprentice simply nodded and carried on through the territory.

“You don't find me gentlemanly?” Graypaw questioned, raising an eyebrow at Fawnpaw. He found the observation odd, since he always saw himself as the respectful type. “Why do you think tha- hey!” As Fawnpaw dashed ahead of him, Graypaw couldn't help but go darting after like a little kit. The cheeky look Fawnpaw gave him made his stomach flip in a weird way. His muzzle scrunched up like he ate something sour, but it quickly eased into a baffled smile. "You're so weird." He blurted out, amused. At least they could connect a little easier on familiar grounds.

Slowing alongside Fawnpaw, he too dragged in a long, deep breath of fresh air. The soothing sound of the nearby stream was much nicer on the ears compared the crackling sparks of fire. Yes, this was much nicer. When Fawnpaw popped another question, Graypaw blinked. “I don't expect much out of my adventures,” He started, letting his gaze wander the scenery on their stroll. “They sort of just happen. I got news about the fire and immediately went out to see it. I will admit that it was enchanting...but it made me feel sad more than anything.” His eyes trailed back to Fawnpaw. "What did you think of it?"