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"Not busy, are you?" Ravensong's low, foreign-accented voice suddenly cut into the quiet hum of camp life. A shadow had crossed his path and he looked up to see the patched figure of Iciclefang. The last time they had spoke an actual conversation—they were both in quite different spots than they were now. Ravenpaw, freshly orphaned from his mentor and without his name, and Iciclefang wounded from her attempt to save Ashpaw's life.
He wondered what she thought of the ginger tabby's return. Needless to say, from his limited view of what happened at the border—something had gone wrong. Whether Iciclefang had any part of that strange altercation was none of his business. Still, of course, curiousity gnawed at his gut. He had enough sense—now, in comparison to his warrior apprentice days—to know when to keep his mouth shut.
"I need help making another nest in the den. Some kits tore one up trying to play with Catfishpaw." His ear flicked his annoyance. An apprentice task, perhaps, but it had to be done.
@ICICLEFANG
He wondered what she thought of the ginger tabby's return. Needless to say, from his limited view of what happened at the border—something had gone wrong. Whether Iciclefang had any part of that strange altercation was none of his business. Still, of course, curiousity gnawed at his gut. He had enough sense—now, in comparison to his warrior apprentice days—to know when to keep his mouth shut.
"I need help making another nest in the den. Some kits tore one up trying to play with Catfishpaw." His ear flicked his annoyance. An apprentice task, perhaps, but it had to be done.
@ICICLEFANG