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Originally Posted by Dirtfur
A moment of silence had been provoked by the warrior’s reveal along with awkwardness. Dirtfur gave out side-glances to see if anycat is listening to their conversation. Finally, the old leader’s maw opened up. The tabby didn’t think of that, of course he is helping by bringing the fresh-kill to his clanmates! “You’re right Fallenstar,” Dirtfur bowed his head. His gaze took off of the old leader and planted on the crack that was filled with wrinkled leaves and mud. The tabby warrior would ask, but the curiosity might kill this cat. Eyes was still on the narrow crack then looked back Fallenstar as if he is expecting some kind of answer.
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The burly tom let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as the warrior agreed. Why? It wasn't that he didn't believe what he just told the warrior, he knew Dirtfur was helping about, it was a little hard not to with his stickler of a Deputy. But he still felt guilt churn in his stomach. It made him want to throw up. Why?
Fallenstar followed the warriors eyes to where he was just standing. Messily patched hole in his corner of the den. When he returned his gaze to the tabby, he felt nervous at the curious gaze he was met with. His nose twitched, however rather than just shaking his head, or simply telling the warrior "no" he ignored it. "Was there anything else you wished to discuss with me, Dirtfur?"