Magpiepaw is a welcome sight - far more so than nearly anyone else would have been. Now mismatched eyes glitter with mirth at the younger toms comment - a snort slipping past his lips before he can help it.
" Of c-course - c-can't let all your hard w-work go to waste, " he jokes - light hearted despite the self-depreciating sentiment. Truly, he thanks the stars shadowclan had been willing to spare their healer - how many more deaths would have littered their path if they hadn't? Surely, he would've lost his eye in it's entirety had he not been there to patch the windclanner up.
The rest of the company the medicine cat apprentice keeps however is far less friendly - familiar and unfamiliar words leaving their lips, but his lack of understanding makes them no less
mocking. Tail tip flicks as the lead squares his shoulders, staring blank-faced at both Batchase and Jaggedpath. He didn't condone sootstars action - he hated her, and hated that she'd dragged kits into things even more - but he hadn't even been around to be able to stop it, only arriving days before they'd been returned. Still, he finds the continued hostility frustrating. He settles for ignoring them, blatantly turning his focus upon onyxpaw instead -
" st-starclan has been kind - f-f-flowers and g-g-greenery st-stretching as far as the eyes can see, " he says. with new growth had of course come new life - bountiful prey, and easy cover with which to hunt it down. Still, they don't need to know every detail - he keeps his words harmless and vague.
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