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He protests going initially, but his mentor asks him in a gentle and loving way and he can't argue with her - not when she's being so painfully reasonable and logical about it. He could argue, actually, but the sight of her face marred and body gnarled in twisting scars and wounds that still ache leaves him without any desire to cause her further grief even if it was only with petty words. He could handle going alone this once, he could tolerate leaving her to another's care for one night. His fangs will drag Lilacfur by her ear into the den and demand she not leave for a second to ensure Starlingheart's safety, he will pause to ask Frostbite with as much politeness as he can muster through grit teeth to check on her periodically. Magpiepaw spares nothing, he isn't even sure if he's doing it for her or himself at this point.
Skunktail leaves him at Fourtrees with some apprehension but he waves Starlingheart's older brother off with a dismissive paw. He was fine here for now, they had always waited here for Berryheart and Lichenpaw previously to head to the highstones and he was not going to go aimlessly wandering alone like a fool - he knew the danger creeping stone pelted in the shadows that might strike at any given moment, he knew his own frailty even if his teeth had tasted blood and his claws had torn flesh. Magpiepaw was somewhat conceited but his confidence did not stray into arrogance that easily and so he sat with his crooked tail poised behind him in a bent question mark as he waited the familiar tortiseshell pelt to appear and instead sees another.
The soft, pale white coat of Hailstorm has him rising to his paws in stiff-limbed eagerness and his smiles in a way he hadn't in some time upon spotting the veritable dandelion puff of a cat wandering over. It takes him a moment to notice the distinct lack of a three-footed tom at his side and he tilts his head to the side in silent questioning before realizing he too was missing a shadow alongside - they were both pairless this night for one reason or another.
"Starlingheart is ill, I'm...going alone. It's nice to see you again, Hailstorm. I hope you're doing well. Is Berryheart....?" Sick? Injured? He imagines the ThunderClan medicine cat torn to pieces like his mentor had been and it fills his stomach with a cold weight like ice.
He protests going initially, but his mentor asks him in a gentle and loving way and he can't argue with her - not when she's being so painfully reasonable and logical about it. He could argue, actually, but the sight of her face marred and body gnarled in twisting scars and wounds that still ache leaves him without any desire to cause her further grief even if it was only with petty words. He could handle going alone this once, he could tolerate leaving her to another's care for one night. His fangs will drag Lilacfur by her ear into the den and demand she not leave for a second to ensure Starlingheart's safety, he will pause to ask Frostbite with as much politeness as he can muster through grit teeth to check on her periodically. Magpiepaw spares nothing, he isn't even sure if he's doing it for her or himself at this point.
Skunktail leaves him at Fourtrees with some apprehension but he waves Starlingheart's older brother off with a dismissive paw. He was fine here for now, they had always waited here for Berryheart and Lichenpaw previously to head to the highstones and he was not going to go aimlessly wandering alone like a fool - he knew the danger creeping stone pelted in the shadows that might strike at any given moment, he knew his own frailty even if his teeth had tasted blood and his claws had torn flesh. Magpiepaw was somewhat conceited but his confidence did not stray into arrogance that easily and so he sat with his crooked tail poised behind him in a bent question mark as he waited the familiar tortiseshell pelt to appear and instead sees another.
The soft, pale white coat of Hailstorm has him rising to his paws in stiff-limbed eagerness and his smiles in a way he hadn't in some time upon spotting the veritable dandelion puff of a cat wandering over. It takes him a moment to notice the distinct lack of a three-footed tom at his side and he tilts his head to the side in silent questioning before realizing he too was missing a shadow alongside - they were both pairless this night for one reason or another.
"Starlingheart is ill, I'm...going alone. It's nice to see you again, Hailstorm. I hope you're doing well. Is Berryheart....?" Sick? Injured? He imagines the ThunderClan medicine cat torn to pieces like his mentor had been and it fills his stomach with a cold weight like ice.
- @HAILSTORM.
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Magpiepaw
—⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
—⊰⋅ He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
—⊰⋅ Has mild cerebellar hypoplasia (Wobbly cat syndrome)
