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[ @xeno @BILL. @Psycho Bandit ]

She needed some space. That was understandable. Being so young and yet seeing such gruesome sights, and being borderline bullied by her leader? Stoatdance felt remorse for the little black apprentice, looking at her with a frown pulling at her lips. She shook her head and offered a sigh, holding her tail over Bugpaw's shoulders.
At the report of a pest problem, the scarred molly looked up, focusing on Lionstar once more. She almost missed the gorey image in front of them. She glanced down at Bugpaw to make sure that the apprentice was fine before stepping away from her, moving toward the blood-stained snow and examining the black tufts of fur scattered about. "This place is certainly dangerous. I would say that no apprentices under the age of ten moons should be allowed around here, even if on a patrol with warriors. Not until the 'pests' are taken care of and it is proven safe again," Stoatdance suggested, "Given this sight here, we don't want to lose any more warriors for this reason- especially not apprentices." She straightened herself and nodded to Lionstar. "But it's your choice, ultimately. I am simply offering my opinion." Her head nodded and she stepped back to stand next to Bugpaw, brushing her fur against the little apprentice.