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Originally Posted by Dipper

Fawnpaw plucked a... herb? Weed? Flower? He wasn't sure. All he was sure of was that it was now upon the ground for closer inspection, and he squinted at it in an attempt to determine its properties like he might have a clue of what he was searching for. Yeah, shiny - real helpful. Thanks Shiverpetal. Brushing off his annoyance, he still didn't see why this had to be completed at night, or if it was such an emergency, why it hadn't been assigned to someone more capable than himself.

It was during his tromp through the next set of reeds that he was beginning to pick up on a faint scent carried in the wind-- at first, he assumed it was part of a rare midnight patrol, but then it was actually growing nearer. And he waited, stiff albeit alert and with a set of weeds in his mouth, to see who could be approaching at this hour. When he noticed Littlepaw emerging through the undergrowth, Fawnpaw blinked in mild surprise, then remembered to spit out the flowers in a show of distaste, semi-flustered by the unexpected presence witnessing him. [b]"Hey, uh..."[/]

Peering from the 'herbs' to Littlepaw, he shuffled his paws. "I don't know, maybe. I'm just... trying to find flowers, I guess? They're not for me," he added quickly, "it's something that Shiverpetal wanted. Shiny ones, apparently. So... I'm kind of doing that instead of sleeping." However, that raised a question that prompted his eyebrows to hitch, expression turning quizzical. "Why aren't you asleep, anyway?"

((Aww, Fawnpaw is so cute! I love him ^^ ))

Littlepaw just shrugged his shoulders shakily, his usual trembling starting up again. This constant shaking was bothersome, but he'd gotten used to it, since he's lived with it his whole life. Every cat in the Clan was aware of his condition, so they treated him differently then some normal cat. He just wanted to be treated like everybody else; he had made it clear multiple times. He hoped Fawnpaw would be the one to treat him normally. A wistful look came into the small apprentice's blue eyes. "I just had to escape the camp for a while... I was feeling claustrophobic in the den, and just thought I'd go for a walk..." he glanced around, then padded a few paw steps to the left, where some shiny, flowery herbs waved in the gentle breeze. "Would this happen to be what you're looking for?," Littlepaw questioned, gently picking some with his teeth and setting it down in front of Fawnpaw, not realising it was the exact herb that was needed.