"We'll do that," Frostpaw determined easily. If he seemed to be asking for Nightpaw's opinion a lot, then it was because he wanted the molly to enjoy herself. He didn't want to be the leader and have to choose everything for them, maybe even choosing wrong, but because of that, he didn't realize that the other apprentice might feel the same way. Personally, Frostpaw would go along with about anything that Nightpaw decided; she actually seemed very skilled in making choices, to him at least. It was an interesting turnaround from his short time living with Lion and Raven, in which he had undeniably been the leader of their small group.
The way that Nightpaw had described it, Frostpaw saw it as more of a two cat patrol than a walk. They would be searching for Fallenheart (honestly, where in stars had the tabby warrior gone?) instead of marking borders, and along the way, they would hunt. It didn't come to mind that the white apprentices would be walking alongside each other; at the time, it seemed like a normal thing to do. Even if they didn't end up catching anything, Frostpaw didn't mind a bit of walking with a close friend. Nightpaw was his only friend in ShadowClan, actually. She was one of his two friends left in the world. He should open up to more cats, he supposed. Frostpaw doubted that it would happen, though.
"I can scent Fallenheart in that direction," Frostpaw stated, pointing in said direction with his tail. He signaled for Nightpaw to follow him and started padded after the scent, falling back after a while so that they were walking beside each other instead of the tom leading ahead.
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