Frostpaw watched as Doepaw plopped down into the nest, and turned away from her, only to meet the molly's gaze once again when she asked that question.
"No, you haven't. I have nothing against ThunderClan or their stench, despite how they treated me." A few moons ago, the apprentice would've closed down at the scent, but he's made a point as to get over it since then.
The white tom took a second to ponder why Doepaw had assumed that he was offended. Yes, his voice was steely most of the time, but not actively cold - not unless he was irritated, and the only thing that he could think of that would cause that at the moment was Doepaw's stutter. He'd gotten used to Nightpaw stuttering a while back and it no longer bothered him, but really? Did ShadowClan really need three stuttering apprentices?
Frostpaw couldn't recall many from his life in ThunderClan. The lack of meaningful interactions he'd had there was astounding. Few cats had acknowledged his existence back then, so he wasn't sure whether Doepaw knew of his past. The apprentice contemplated explaining what he meant, but decided against it. If Doepaw knew, then she knew. If she didn't, it was none of her business, at least until they got to know each other better.
"The scent doesn't bother me, but it might bother our clanmates. You should go wash it off in the river when you can," Frostpaw said, effectively ignoring that Doepaw would need a warrior to supervise her out of camp. He wasn't sure if she wanted to go into the territory so quickly, or if she was even allowed to. The white tom had been confined in camp for a moon after he transferred to the clan of shadows.
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