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Slushie
He stood dumbly though he found himself instinctively accepting the embrace. Who would've thought that the first thundercat to hug him would be the one feline he was wary of within the clan? Alright… no, it wasn't alright. Not so soon. He needed time to sit back and reflect; perhaps, then he would feel better. Buckstar pulled back, and Lionpaw glanced at his own golden fur blotched in red. The adrenaline was wearing off, but his mind was too numb to comprehend the pain. Somewhat good? Or not. At his leader's words, the abyssinian murmured,
"Alright," even though it wasn't. He turned towards the exit and retreated slowly, hoping that the drying wetness would soon leave his eyes.