[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Ever

Marbledface ran her paws over her face in an attempt to smooth her fur that was messed from long days in the nest. Though she knew she was as much a sight for sore eyes as was he. Her emerald hues looked him over carefully, he seemed so thin now. She wondered if prey was very hard to catch, she hoped that wasn't the case. The last thing this clan needed was to starve. Though her own body was growing rather thin too, she spent no energy so she had next to no appetite. Even the mouse he set before her seemed to mock her. She just wanted to taste something she felt like she deserved, not some offering brought to her to keep her alive and healing. She grimaced as she looked away and reached out a paw to tuck it under the edge of the nest for later. "The same as always." She answered his last question, hopefully he wouldn't be hurt that she didn't eat he'd brought her right away. Just the thought of trying to tear the stringy prey made her stomach knot uncomfortably. Her emerald eyes looked over again and she couldn't help but wonder what was happening outside the den. Though the other warriors didn't seem to be in too rough of shape. "How are you doing?" She asked softly, looking for some truth though she didn't expect anything more than what she'd said to him. She hadn't known the tom long, but he seemed to be very select with his personal information. She didn't know a whole lot about him either than how he was on a day to day basis. It kind of surprised her that he was so closed, he had seemed so warm and open when she'd first met him.

Jaguarclaw seemed dazed. He didn't even react to her tucking the prey away. Normally he would've tried to get her to take a few bites, but for now, he left the subject for a later date. He barely noticed her speak, although after the last word was spoken, he was brought back to reality and the words sank in. After a few heartbeats he shook his head, his hurt olive gaze resting on the black and white she-cat once more. "I've been..." The scene replayed in his mind and he flinched as those the words would hurt him. Quickly realizing he was still in the den, he blinked a few times searching for the words he was about to say. "I'm living, that's what counts right?" That apprentice isn't though... he spoke and added a little something to himself. Really, he warrior hadn't eaten in a few days. Anything he took, he brought back to her so it seemed like he was eating his share. If he went on much longer he was sure to end up seriously ill. Murderers don't deserve to be living The Bengal couldn't get it through his head that it was okay he killed the apprentice. He was defending his clan, that apprentice was simply challenging a feline he had no power over. Jaguarclaw's size had killed the apprentice. His aim was off and hit Miserypaw's throat instead of his shoulder. The death was by accident. An apprentice as young as that shouldn't have been in battle in the first place, they were barely trained anything at 6 moons of age. Although Jaguarclaw couldn't push the guilt away. Couldn't make the vision go away. Should he really vent to Marbledface right now? Get it off his chest? Would she judge him for acting the way he does over that?