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"Scorchstar!" Sedgepounce follows her path from the Tallrock, toward the din of her family-shared den. In his haste, he trips on a rock and nearly goes flying. "Sc—ugh! Sorry, I just—" She turns to him. In the shadowed light, he sees the ragged tufts of her pelt, the harrowing, exhausted glean of her eyes. He straightens, sobers. The adrenaline flooding his veins condenses into a cold stone in his chest.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs. About Scorchstorm, about the meeting, about everything. The feeling of responsibility settles on his shoulders—and after the brief chaos of her announcement, it feels a welcome, familiar weight. "Is there...something I should be doing?"
@SCORCHSTAR