[Fawn]

From the outside, it sounded like WindClan was a wreck. First there were rumors of craziness, then cats eating each other, and now Snailblossom was confirming that it was falling apart at the seams. At best, it was dysfuctional, but he truthfully had no idea how they were managing to go on every day. "I... don't know who Twilightshine is, sorry," he replied, a chuckle chasing the confession. "I'm not familiar with WindClan's warriors." Nobody came to mind by that name, and he was fairly certain she hadn't attended the last gathering.

Sympathy pooled in him, and he leaned over to smooth some of her fur down with his tongue in an attempt to be soothing. "Hey, it's... it's okay. Kind of. You're not there anymore." They were standed in the outskirts somewhere, snow flurries coming down around the shelter of a tree they rested in. It was a hauntingly gorgeous scene.

Fawnsqueak blinked at her, head tipping to the side. "I mean, we can. If you know this is what you want." He didn't want to be pressuring her into this, but he couldn't imagine WindClan being the place for her if she was too upset to even be there right now. At her confidence, he was relieved and smiled, a purr rumbling through him. "Yeah, whenever you want to go. Just.. tell me when you're ready and I'm sure Lionstar will be thrilled to meet you." The only kind of cat Lionstar didn't like were lazy ones who sat around all day and ate the food, but he didn't think Snailblossom was anything like that. WindClan had turned its back on a gem.

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