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Originally Posted by Lynxpaw
Blackpaw
She was an apprentice now. Wow. Spotting Nightpaw, she bounded up to him, purring and rubbing her face against his shoulder. She was always glad to see her best friend. The scent of blood made her stop, looking up at the tom's face. Blood. Nightpaw. Scratches. "Who attacked you? I'll rip them to shreds" Blackpaw snarled. Who? Why? What? When? Where? How? These thoughts were whirling around in her mind, making her confused. Some moron had hurt her closest friend. That made her ... angry. |
Nightpaw was honestly a bit surprised. Blackpaw was mad. Actually, truly,
mad. The last time he'd seen her like this was when they were kits. He opened his mouth to say "I'm fine" or something along those lines, but he couldn't. Even if Nightpaw did want to lie to his closest friend, Blackpaw was being far more direct than any other cat had been.
"RiverClan apprentice.. it's complicated." He confessed, figuring there was no way out. Besides, she wasn't being dramatic or fussing over him, asking questions, no. Blackpaw wanted to avenge him, and something in the black tom appreciated that more than anything. (even if we didn't plan it, night would have fallen for her anyways.)