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His gold and green gaze watched the cinnamon healer sit down quietly, clearly still distraught over what had happened recently to Bumblekit and then to so many other cats she had tried to help; that she had to fight for them so viciously was something he hadn’t wanted. That it wasn’t just helping cats and learning nifty things about flowers, that it was fighting tooth and nail to defend those weaker than you because life was cruel but it didn’t have to be.
Dandelionpaw wanted to say something, but words were hard. How did he convey his appreciation, his support, his everything into something as simple as a few sentences worth?
The sepia point frowned down at his paws for a moment before giving a laugh, he was overthinking it; he didn’t need to.
“Honeytwist…” The apprentice offered a grin, somewhat less wide than his usual ones but no less genuine, “StarClan may have chosen you, but YOU chose me.” And frankly if he had to pick one or the other to follow with any sense of loyalty he would trot along behind the cinnamon queen without hesitation.
“And ah’ve got yer back.” Through hell or highwater he supposed, eventually things might get even more hectic but he was willing to tough it out. Right now he had countless questions spiraling inside him ready to burst out but he kept himself composed because the last thing he wanted was to start rambling at the already stressed she-cat, he'd have plenty of time to ask things later.
Like, would he get to meet StarClan???
@honeytwist