Re: Lionsden
Fawnsqueak had broken away from the noise of the clearing and final moments of the meeting to arrive in Lionstar's den as requested. In his chest, his heart rate had quickened against the constraints of his ribcage as he shouldered inside, eyes adjusted to the dim light as he noticed Lionstar inside. Any greeting melted on his tongue, swallowed down by nervousness while he wondered what this could be. His appreciation was one thing in front of the Clan, another entirely in the privacy of the den when he could be blunt, outright tell him that he should've done better. Fawnsqueak managed a little smile, crooked, but it faded as he asked, "What is it, Lionstorm?"
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