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[SHARPSHADOW]

" Mirestar, " Sharpshadow stands just outside of the Leader's den, ears pulled back in quiet apprehension. Maybe this was a stupid idea— a stupid ask... She'd claim its for the sake of others; for Forestshade, for Gigglepaw... but really this idea is all her own. No one asked her, no one told her to, maybe it was a blunder on her part to even have the nerve... but she's already isn't she? It'd be just plain awkward to walk away now. " Can I uh... Can I ask you something? "

So long as they told her yes— and, the pushover probably would, Sharpshadow would stick her head in. The tom holds his breath for a fleeting moment. Grey eyes wide with emotion seek out the Leader's tawny form. She's not sure how to put it... She hadn't really thought about how she'd say it before she got here. She probably should have. Unceremoniously said, then, " GIgglepaw. " Forestshade's apprentice... Former apprentice, he guesses. One of the few in this clan not always bogged down by gloom... And he hoped that wouldn't change. Sharpshadow wouldn't admit how badly he needed it not to. " I... Would you allow me to finish her training? "

He almost wishes he was pretentious enough to say It's what Forestshade would have wanted, or something, but he really can't say that... Even if she had called him her closest friend... Sunrises later, he still didn't understand.

OOC: @MIRESTAR

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[MIRESTAR]

"Yes? Come in, Sharpshadow." Despite Sharpshadow's doubt-riddled thoughts, Mirestar welcomes him in without hesitation. With all the self-made worries or concerns — some that definitely do stand on solid ground and not just paranoia —, Mirestar can be known for a lull in their speech and a hitch of their breath... but not with a lead warrior; not when Sharpshadow has been on the council for longer than they have, not when she hadn't given them reason to distrust her.

And yet when she begins speaking, mentions Gigglepaw right off the bat, Mirestar is at a loss of what to do.

What Sharpshadow proposes makes perfect sense; anybody with at least one eye could see just how close she had been with Forestshade, and perhaps the pair has had a discussion of this beforehand. Mirestar's eyes soften with sympathy at the thought. It isn't only Briarthorn and Screechstorm who would feel her departure the most, but also her friend.

Mirestar's smile falters for just a heartbeat. "Ah, I would love to..." they begin, before quickly diverting from that. It isn't fair to give Sharpshadow a false sense of hope just because they are still thinking of how to word this. "But I'm afraid I picked out a mentor for her already. Are you... are you wanting to train some more of our 'paws? I can certainly give you another as soon as the nursery clears out a little." Would that be enough? If it is Gigglepaw specifically that Sharpshadow wants, perhaps in an attempt to honor Forestshade, then such a gesture would mean very little.
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[SHARPSHADOW]

...Sharpshadow just knows she's making a face. She would never call herself... observant, or anything like that, but she's used enough to disappointment to know when it's coming. A grimace has settled on her face before Mirestar can even rake her over the ears. A grey gaze is blank, her ears flick back against her head as if stung. There's a tick of her jaw. " I don't care about training 'paws. " It comes out more gritted than she had meant it to. Well- she hadn't really meant for it to come out at all. Sharpshadow squeezes her eyes shut. Opens them again. " Sorry. I mean- obviously, I do. It's just- " He exhales. It's unsteady. " It was about her. " About Gigglepaw. About Forestshade.

The fact that they don't understand makes her fur prickle along her spine. Though- it probably wasn't a fact so much as it was a sidestepping... Mirestar, noble, too-nice Mirestar; beacon in the midst of a trash-heap Mirestar. Or at least- that's desperately what they wanted to be. Was Sharpshadow the crazy one for not accepting it so easily? " You get it, don't you? " Didn't Mirestar like to act all... emotionally mature, and whatnot? They didn't want to be the nutcase Pitchstar was, the stoic-but-insane Chilledstar... Smogstar hadn't lasted long enough for any of them to properly know him as leader. There's still time, he tries to tell himself. There's still time...

But then- Would StarClan bother with the whole ordeal of lives if there really was a chance?

This isn't what she was here for. The warrior squares her shoulders. Her neck cranes down at her Leader. " Do you think I'm not good enough? " The truth was that he probably wasn't. What matters is was if Mirestar thought so, or not. Smogstar, and then Chilledstar before him... they had both tried to convince him they hadn't thought that way. He still wasn't sure what to make of it.​