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Originally Posted by Exis

Poisonpaw turned and took in the colors that Whisperpaw was emitting. Bitterness. Was it still getting to Whisperpaw or... was it Poisonpaw that caused it. "I'm sorry that happened... Are you ok? Like were you both I mean...? he mewed nervously. He didn't want to make anything akward.


And then he looked dow, shamed covered his whole body a wafted off of him in waves. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." he whispered quietly. He felt so bad about it. He was usually so nice to everyone, usually. Maybe it was because he was mad but that shouldn't be an excuse.

>Whisperpaw<
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Whisperpaw averted his eyes as Poisonpaw turned to look at him. There was no need for the other tom to see the lasting anguish that lingered there - for what he'd gone through, of course, but also for the fact that he'd been unable to do anything at all against Foxbite. Sure, he'd only been a tiny kit, but still... he could have at least tried to help, right?

When Poisonpaw spoke again, Whisperpaw looked to him again and forced a broad grin and a confident wink. "Ah, don't worry about me. It was a long time ago, and I assume the old codger's long dead now, thinking back to the wounds Dawnstar gave him. Good riddance, I say."

He reached forward to playfully prod Poisonpaw with a forepaw, but drew back as the other apprentice glanced away and whispered an apology. To be honest Whisperpaw hadn't expected one, but it was nice to hear all the same. His whiskers twitched and he leaned forward to nudge Poisonpaw with his nose. "Don't worry about it. You were forced into a thicket of brambles and came out looking like one - anyone would be a bit grumpy."