[dionysus]

@Slushie / @Ombre Party
Cormorantpaw sat in the warrior’s den with his shoulders slumped and head bowed, waiting for Buckbranch. He didn’t want to think about his mentor’s disappointment, so he forced himself to think instead about Sweetpaw. When they’d been walking to camp together she’d apologized for getting them in trouble and Cormorantpaw thought now about the answer he’d given. He had whispered in her ear, “it’s not your fault! I suggested finding something to do- plus I started the game. We wouldn’t have run out into the territory if I hadn’t tagged you first!” Now that he was alone and waiting for Buckbranch to scold him, Cormorantpaw still couldn’t bring himself to regret their game. It had been the first bit of fun he’d let himself have in a quarter moon. He was beginning to feel like himself again. Even so, he watched the den’s entrance apprehensively for a familiar tortoiseshell face.