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Beyond_Carrot
Sparkfrost hesitated. Sagebrook was so driven...the warrior didn't hesitate to jump headfirst into a potentially threatening situation when her clan's safety was on the line. He studied her widened cyan eyes, unintentionally wearing his admiration rather plainly on his features. He blinked for a moment, realizing that he had been staring, and flicked an ear a bit self-consciously.
"Oh...of course." he agreed. What was wrong with him? Sparkfrost drew in a wavering breath and trotted after Sagebrook. The prodigal warrior was typically all business--focused, accurate--he twitched his whiskers and slunk through the high grass, deeper into WindClan territory.
"Hm, its getting stronger..." he remarked, lowering his body and glancing across the moor, where a large, sleek marbled tabby tom was ravenously crunching on the remains of a freshly-killed hare. The cat had one piercing emerald eye, the other, clouded over and viciously scarred.