[Fawn]

((sorry for the wait!))

Fawnsqueak didn't know what that meant. It was... expected of him. Nobody in their right mind would expect a freshly-made warrior to take on a kit immediately, unless ShadowClan politics was more deluded than he realized. Looking at him, he couldn't imagine Blackhaze was more than eighteen moons. "Wouldn't.. wishing you'd done it differently kind of fall under 'regret'?" he asked but didn't expect an answer, his reply mostly to fill the space of his side of the conversation when he didn't know the first thing about adopting a kit he didn't want to begin with.

Everything they'd discussed remained.. overwhelmingly complex, and it required more time to process before he was comfortable jumping into the usual banter. He preferred the shallow exchanges to Blackhaze's digs for sympathy and ammunition in his self-martyring extravaganza, but he couldn't bring himself to fire back at him.

"It's, uh, fine," he eventually responded with a cough, gaze averted. "I probably shouldn't be hanging around on your... well, WindClan's territory anyway." Fawnsqueak offered a faint, sheepish smile. Wistful. As if his previous statement was unclear, he added a quiet, "I should go."


@Father of the foof