Fernpaw was beginning to grow used to visitors, though it did not prevent the strange stir of feelings in his gut whenever someone brought him a meal, or asked how he was, or offered to do him a favour. He knew it was an unjust feeling; everyone was simply trying to help him through a situation that he had put himself in, sparing him of burdening his mistakes entirely alone. But that knowledge didn't stop the complex prickling beneath his fur at the thought of people pitying him.
A tall, overtly recognisable figure appeared in the doorway of the den, a commanding ringlet-furred tortoiseshell presence that Fernpaw had known for his entire life. Even narrowed vision betrayed that Cicadastar had just walked in, and- was looking at him.
It was not exactly the most respectful mannerism, but all Fernpaw could do was avert his vision, knowing he didn't particularly want to risk reading any sort of disappointment in Cicadastar's eyes. What would he even ask him? Surely the leader wasn't concerned with chores like bringing prey to an apprentice who had dug his own grave. An apprentice who would be an apprentice forever, probably.
\ @CICADASTAR
A tall, overtly recognisable figure appeared in the doorway of the den, a commanding ringlet-furred tortoiseshell presence that Fernpaw had known for his entire life. Even narrowed vision betrayed that Cicadastar had just walked in, and- was looking at him.
It was not exactly the most respectful mannerism, but all Fernpaw could do was avert his vision, knowing he didn't particularly want to risk reading any sort of disappointment in Cicadastar's eyes. What would he even ask him? Surely the leader wasn't concerned with chores like bringing prey to an apprentice who had dug his own grave. An apprentice who would be an apprentice forever, probably.
\ @CICADASTAR
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