Quiet lulled more and more over the group as they advanced further. The knowledge that they would soon be splitting up had hit Fernpaw especially quite suddenly, and though he white-knuckle gripped his cheerful nature he couldn't deny that the impending sadness when they went their seperate ways was already beginning to get to him.
A stony pelt walked nearby, slow and silent. He and his sister both had grown a friendship with this she-cat, who moons before had been a sworn enemy- especially on Fernpaw's part. As a young apprentice he'd sworn childish revenge against her, ready and willing to get her back after she'd humiliated him at Sunningrocks. But really... he'd humiliated himself, hadn't he? Scrawny and underdeveloped, he'd thrown himself headfirst into the fight and had only looked toward the outcome- an outcome that had never ended up happening. Joking with her under low moonlight had worked to change his outlook quite considerably.
"You owe me a spar, next time I see you." Determined to cheer her up a bit, to be good company, he picked up his pace to fall in step with her. Still was he smaller, carrying shorter strides... but he knew he could be a match for her. When he was Fernclaw, or Fernfur, or something else... a RiverClan warrior. And it helped to mention a next time, to have faith there'd be one.
\ @STORMYWING !
A stony pelt walked nearby, slow and silent. He and his sister both had grown a friendship with this she-cat, who moons before had been a sworn enemy- especially on Fernpaw's part. As a young apprentice he'd sworn childish revenge against her, ready and willing to get her back after she'd humiliated him at Sunningrocks. But really... he'd humiliated himself, hadn't he? Scrawny and underdeveloped, he'd thrown himself headfirst into the fight and had only looked toward the outcome- an outcome that had never ended up happening. Joking with her under low moonlight had worked to change his outlook quite considerably.
"You owe me a spar, next time I see you." Determined to cheer her up a bit, to be good company, he picked up his pace to fall in step with her. Still was he smaller, carrying shorter strides... but he knew he could be a match for her. When he was Fernclaw, or Fernfur, or something else... a RiverClan warrior. And it helped to mention a next time, to have faith there'd be one.
\ @STORMYWING !
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