Warblerpaw is not very brave - never has been, really. and yet, he'd never been such a coward - not before. Before apprenticeship, before the flood, before
Bronzeshine. Mottled pelt wriggles itself beneath brambles, as though if he hides well enough his mentor will forget he exists. Eyes water and sinuses drip, and h can't help but to sniffle - he's not going to cry, he's not a crybaby (he is) - and when pawsteps reach his ears he only tucks himself further and holds his breath. But it's not his mentor - wide eyes blink tearfully up at Valesight instead, and he can suddenly
breathe again, relieved to see his sort-of friend.
" Oh.. h-h-hi, " its a timid thing, barely there, but he just barely manages to speak in his shock. Ears twitch nervously, but he stays where he is, catching the breath he'd been holding. The warrior is older then him, but he'd always seemed to share his aversion to the water - Valesight, at least, would understand. He wouldn't yell at Warblerpaw.
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