Junkie Church =Fireflypaw=

[Pigeonsong]

Pigeonsong mulled about in the center of camp, in front of him laid a shrew. Ordinarily even just the scent of one was delectable enough to beckon hungry bites but now he felt none. His morning hunt with Spiderpaw had been so different from anything he had anticipated and fear wormed its way into his gut. His apprentice was wrestling with something that seemed so much bigger than herself and he would help her, but truthfully he had no idea how. His whole time as her mentor he'd thought he'd been doing something wrong and that she hated him but he now knew that to be about as far from the truth as it could be.

He dare not approach Dawnglare with such things. The tom-cat and his boyfriend made him unbelievably uncomfortable with what he viewed as shared delusion. Fireflypaw might be able to help him but he tentative about bringing him into this.
Finally, with a deep sigh, he pawed the untouched shrew back into the pile.
Pigeonsong promised his apprentice he would help her and he intended to do as much, regardless of how hard this was going to be.

He cared about her, he was responsible for her and he wasn't going to let that thing eating her up, swallow her whole.
Yawning, he got to his paws, making way for the medicine den. Peeking into it to make sure there was no sign of SkyClan's senior medicine-cat. Thankfully it was and he pokes his head in, the smell of herbs wafting over him.

"Fireflypaw? Can I have a word?"

@Fireflypaw

 

[Fireflyglow]

It was always easy to occupy ones mind with work when thoughts plagued your brain, fogging it over with memories of what could have been. The stars above couldn't solve his issues, couldn't stop the racing in his brain. A paw shuffles around a pile of herbs, pushing them into a section before his paws halt in place at the sound of a voice. Pigeonsong, a tom he didn't quite know well- but as always, his ears perk up happily at the thought of being able to talk to someone new. To be a shoulder to lean on.

"Pigeonsong!" He chirps in greeting, waving his tail in the direction of the tom's voice. His apprentice was always a bit much, especially with the rumors about Sparrowpaw and himself that she had spread.. But, well, things were done and over with for now, right? "How can I help you? Are you hurt anywhere?" He asks, padding over to sniff at the tom's body. Blind blue eyes stare widely towards the man, a tad unsettling, but his body language only betrayed excitement to be of help. ​

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