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Originally Posted by .:Blue Wishes:.
Goldenstar could tell that Nightpaw was relieved to have him off her shoulders. Helping other cats was good, but not at the cost of your own health, physical or mental. “Honestly, I was just doing what anyone else would have done,” He said, not wanting to really take the appreciation. “But you’re welcome either way,” He said, smiling ever so slightly. He often tried not to think of the food, as thousands of memories came rushing back, hitting him hard. One thing that stood out was the kit he had lost. He had lost a kit. He couldn’t even remember their name. But he had also met Nightpaw, so in the end, everything kind of evened out, even though the weight of losing that kit still stung. |
Nightpaw shrugged. "Well, not every did. You did." The scent of the frozen pine woods grew thinner as they came closer to the grove of beech trees where Nightpaw's catch was buried. She excused herself with a glance at her mentor and raced over to dig up her bird, returning with the catch dangling from her jaws. As they continued on closer to camp, Nightpaw asked through her clenched jaw, "Sho rut rus it rike rhen ru ecame a rarrior, Roldenrar?"