- Mar 1, 2023
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Whitepaw hadn't been there when the attack occurred. She had been in the depths of the tunnels, learning to navigate them with her mentor. Of course, she wasn't unaware that Sootstar had shot from the tunnels, it was whispered by those who had remained beneath the earth. And yet, at the time it wasn't clear why. Now that she knew, of course, she wished she knew earlier. It was only when she and her mentor had returned, did she hear of the attack of two-legs, on Adderpaw of all cats, and that he had been "marked". The ghostly femme often listened, and she was able to get some context. The more she heard, however, the more she grew concerned. As night had fallen, she grabbed a small plover from the pile, silently making her way to the medicine den. With her cousin being a current resident, she mostly avoided the dark dens she enjoyed. Yet, he was thankfully absent. Vulturemask was absent as well, and she couldn't help but wonder if the raven-furred cat was talking with Sootstar. The Moorland queen seemed... there wasn't quite the word she could use. Shaking her head, pinkish hues peered into the den, noting the curled-up figure. She debated for barely a second before she approached the tabby, dropping the bird at his paws and nosing it towards him. "Adderpaw?" She whispered, to get his attention. She was hesitant to disturb him, but she was worried nonetheless. "Ho... Have you eaten dinner?" She asked softly as he raised his head. The ivory feline had managed to stop herself from asking about his wellbeing, as it was likely a common question he's been asked today. Her friend was one of the strongest she knew, he'd recover from this right?
@Adderpaw
@Adderpaw
[I'M BREATHING]