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Originally Posted by wren
The tabby was silent for a moment, contemplative of Mistyferns rather thoughtful tone. There was moment in time where Coyotesnarl was convinced the tom could read his thoughts, fear? Sure he felt it tearing away at his mind but how could the old tom figure that out? To his knowledge nothing betrayed the solemn expression he wore so well- or perhaps it was his tone of voice? He gave his tail a pensive flick as the air seemed to warm around his head, settling more comfortably into the idea Mistyfern was just as scared as him.
”I want to go” he offered defensively feeling the fur along his spine tingle. Or maybe he didn’t? He waved the thought away and padded down the snowy slope with just as much hesitance as he did before. “What do you suppose I do if you died?” he added briskly giving another tense look over at him. “I don’t suppose I’d fancy going in alone” and truthfully he was thankful to not be doing this on his own.. if Mistyfern wasn’t here.. well.. he wasn’t sure he could go in. The starclan responsible for his suffering and pain.. and he was going to seek knowledge from them? He felt his teeth grit and the scars up his face tingle with butterflies. How ironic.
@ Xeno
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Mistyfern tried to smother a half-smile and cleared his throat. "Alright alright, enough chatter, or we'll be catsicles before we get there. The old blue tom's pace quickened and for the rest of the trip he stayed relatively quiet.
Upon their arrival, Mistyfern hesitated a tree-length away from the Starcave, staring apprehensively off into it's shadowy maw. The awful feeling had returned even more aggressive than before. He'd thought about mentioning it to Coyotesnarl, but ultimately decided against it, not wanting to scare him off. He shuddered and pressed forward once more, slipping into the darkness, flicking his tail for his apprentice to follow.
(sorry that took so long and this post is somewhat lazy. i wasn't feeling very well this week ;; we can continue this)