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They could've been related, he thinks, following along on his shaky paws after Chilledstar. Away from Clanrock and their clanmates as well, off to the side of the camp where the shroud of trees cloaked it in an eternal shadow and two black phantoms like them could blend into it with ease. Magpiepaw sits, his broken tail twisting around his paws and kinking at the middle - bending the tip of it upward to tuck into his chest; he feels alarmingly small now next to their leader's much taller form but he does not say anything at all. Instead he is thinking critically of his decision, he is trying his hardest to keep his breathing steady and focusing on the singing of his blood through his veins in a rare rush of adrenaline.
It had not been an impulsive thing, he had rationalized it well, but his body reacted to the act of speaking up so verbosely before the clan as though he had just gone into battle itself. He never did like talking before a crowd, as a kit it was easier because the clan saw him as just a silly pest but now as their medicine cat his words had weight and their gazes carried with it judgement.
Finally, after what seemed far too long but was only a moment, Magpiepaw tilts his head up to speak, "I'm not being talked out of it."
He didn't think Chilledstar would agree and list him among the others simply to deny him in private later, but he could think of no other reason that he might be the only one pulled aside. Was it because he was the youngest of them? Sharppaw was an apprentice as well but one sorely behind the others of their rank and already past warrior age but he was not some newborn kit or newly apprenticed; he was seven moons, he had heard WindClan made warriors of you at eight - the barbaric fiends that they were - so surely his age was not much issue.
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@CHILLEDSTAR.
