[AbsurdJinx]

Originally Posted by Wolf

( not really, you on the other hand )

Daisyshade snorted cocking her head to the side and taking a step backward. "Tumblestep, I'm telling you. I won't make that choice and I won't go see her" she meows tail lashing in anoyance. She took a mournful glance down at her chest looking at the browning blood. Even if she needed it, she couldn't back down in front of tumblestep. She sat down hearing his tone of voice, one she never thought he would use in his life. "What about your scar's?" though he lacked few to almost none she would nit-pick at whatever she could to remove the topic off of his mind. Let him rest assured that she was fine.

"I am not mouse brained I know kittens do not fight! They must be so scared though. They could be cold or maybe they traveled into the battle!" shemeows desperate to throw her own arguement out. Now she sat with a humph. A growl rumbling in her throat, though it hurt like all get out. "No, not all the warriors are treated. They still need treatment and rest. Further on that what about the apprentices?" she meows furrowing her eyebrows and glaring at him. She was then hit by a hard blow, her nickname being her weakness. A sudden weight was on her shoulders, he did care about her. As a friend. She looked away guilt laced within her green eyes and in her hunched posture."Don't do that to me" she meows looking up at him from her shoulder.

Tears brimmed in her eyes, she was not going to submit. Even if she wanted too, others needed it more then herself. Like rockstrike perhaps. She knew he obtained wounds, significant wounds in fact. "Tumblestep, I hope I know you care for my well being. I just can't. If I clean it and go easy I'm sure it will heal on its own. I don't need some fancy pulp to be slathered on my neck" she meows sitting up more straight even though her body was slightly tilted away from him

[ Pfft, you flatter me cx Now, accept my compliment! Embrace the truth! ]

TumbleStep was quiet. He was thinking. Why must DaisyShade be so stubborn? It's... It's... infuriating! He continued to silently insult her until he decided he needed to debate on whether not if he'd give up on their argument. He was tempted to, but all he could think was that he would be giving up on her. He couldn't give up on her - he just couldn't. She had brought up his lack of wounds, though, and he refused to reveal his cowardice.

He felt some sort of warmth flood his insides when she told him not to do that do her, but he was oblivious as to what she was talking about. ( Toms, amiright or amiright? ) TumbleStep looked down at his paws, shifting them slightly as he went on wondering about what his next action would be. He moved a whisker-length or so to the left to keep his body busy. His pelt was beginning to itch with the urge to run - to run away from this situation. He was a runner. Running was a habit of his. He ran away from his issues, he always had. Not today, he thought.

Finally, he lifted his head to gaze at DaisyShade. He displayed disappointment, guilt, hurt, and irritation. Disappointment because she was letting him down, she was allowing to risk her life and leave him in even more pain than he already was in. Guilt because she could die, and he would live - all because he didn't fight. Hurt because, well, because of the reason for his disappointment. And irritation because of her stubbornness. She wasn't the only one in the wrong, though - he had done some things as well. TumbleStep searched her gaze, clearly trying to get her to see his emotions. He then turned his head away, and scowled.

``Fine, DaisyShade,`` TumbleStep muttered, lashing his tail in anger. Anger that disguised his sadness. He would've used her nickname, but he was angry - er, sad. No way would he let her think she was off the hook. ``We won't see GeckoLeaf. But you have to rest, and clean your wound frequently, okay? And if it begins to hurt, or there's a chance it's getting worse, we are going to see GeckoLeaf. I have to go.``

That was always his excuse - I have to go. But really, he didn't want to yell at DaisyShade. She was so persistent, so, oh so irritating, yet she was perfect. TumbleStep was confused with his thoughts about her, and his feelings towards her. Being around her made his heart race as if a panic attack were coming on. In fact, he always feared he was having a panic attack around her, but he never found himself gasping for breath, so he was assured there would be no attack. But he didn't know what to call her effect on him, and that was frightening.

TumbleStep backed away slowly as he wrapped up his sentence, still avoiding her gaze. He now had a sad expression - his eyes slightly scared. His thin tail hung limply behind him as he had given up in keeping it swinging. His emotions were using all his energy, and his legs felt weak. But he did not fall, and wail like a weak kit. Instead, he remained strong, and he would until he was alone. Then he'd act like a weak kit.