[Hexict]

[ @Dipper ]

Mirethorn lead the way through out of camp and through the territory, not stopping until he was sure they were somewhere that wouldn't be interrupted. For a moment he let his thoughts be with Ravenshade. He felt sickened by her murder and disgusted n the rogue for doing something so awful. The white tom wondered if he shouldn't talk to Fawnsqueak right now, just let him recover and talk to him later. Mirethorn couldn't forget the look in his eyes after witnessing Ravenshade's death and he didn't seem to want to stay in the clearing where it happened anyway.

He sighed and turned to look at Fawnsqueak. "Look... I'm sorry. Okay? It wasn't right to just ignore you but I wasn't thinking about that, I wasn't thinking about you. And I should have been. I'm a bad friend," at some point he broke the eye contact, finding it much easier to speak if he wasn't looking into Fawnsqueak's big brown eyes. "Or... whatever I am," he added, barely louder than a whisper.

"But I wasn't myself," Mirethorn added quickly. "I'm not like that." He had no reason to trust me, the thought hit him hard. He assumed he would explain himself, Fawnsqueak would accept or not but understand. He didn't realize the good chance that his words wouldn't be believed.