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Ravensong had acted all of the sudden so strangely, so unlike what Dovethroat had primed himself to expect from the medicine cat. He very nearly wanted to roll his eyes at the thought of the title; if that was to be taken as any indication of the animosity that had grown between the pair. The prospect of him having some status, some position, inspired disdain within him. The idea that their seething emotions pointed toward the other was anything resembling a secret had long since evaporated; even if Dovethroat and Ravensong were not as aware of how well known it was around the clan as they perhaps should be. Their last interaction had proved that.
Well, at least, Dovethroat was beginning to hope that Ravensong was unaware, too. Though, with the drastic shift in how he had acted in that one moment, Dovethroat was beginning to feel the hints of hot-faced shame that seemed to suggest an entirely different dynamic was at play. A dynamic that left him, alone, as the unaware and humiliated (or worse—humilating) one.
"Wh-What's—what's g-going on? Why d-did you tell me t-to come here?" Dovethroat grumbles, shaking out his shoulders awkwardly. He looked haggard, even though he really did not have very much to be haggard over. It had been a thoroughly physically undemanding endeavor getting here. Really, he was just riled up.
@RAVENSONG
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