Freedom hardly felt like it, for... he was sill Fernpaw, but now worse for wear. At least, for the moment. Maybe he would adapt to it, like Mudpelt had insisted- like Mudpelt had promised. But that felt like something he wanted to believe, more than something he felt like he should believe. What the fiery tom had arrived on as some sort of solution, some attempt made to soothe his blazing doubts, was to ask someone who had a bit of experience in the matter. His sister, maybe... but as he scanned camp, he could not spot that overtly familiar pelt. No, instead the snow-splashed other option caught his eye.
Smokethroat was the deputy, now- as if Fernpaw could possess any more depth of respect for the tom, there was that. He'd trained his much more capable sister and was one of the most perfect pictures of a good, brave RiverClan warrior. Therefore... they shared only one similarity, really. And that was the missing eye. Blinded eye. Same difference.
"Uh, Smokethroat?" The older tom seemed unoccupied... though Fernpaw still felt odd approaching him, taking up what was potentially valuable time. It was hardly something he would have doubted before the failure of his warrior assessment. "If you're not busy. Um... can I ask you for advice? On how to adapt to... this...?" He motioned to his injured eye, a hopeful smile finding its way onto his face, against the odds.
\ @Smokethroat
Smokethroat was the deputy, now- as if Fernpaw could possess any more depth of respect for the tom, there was that. He'd trained his much more capable sister and was one of the most perfect pictures of a good, brave RiverClan warrior. Therefore... they shared only one similarity, really. And that was the missing eye. Blinded eye. Same difference.
"Uh, Smokethroat?" The older tom seemed unoccupied... though Fernpaw still felt odd approaching him, taking up what was potentially valuable time. It was hardly something he would have doubted before the failure of his warrior assessment. "If you're not busy. Um... can I ask you for advice? On how to adapt to... this...?" He motioned to his injured eye, a hopeful smile finding its way onto his face, against the odds.
\ @Smokethroat
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