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yarrowcrest // he/him // 17 moons
purrks active: mind reader

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Oh, alright. One moment Larkfire was before him and it was as if he blinked and she was gone. So much for getting a second opinion. He didn't blame her for not wanting to talk about it or giving out what she thought was important information. If only he could have gotten across that he was something of a pacifist and meant no harm by asking her for her thoughts... The words she left him with sit heavily, though. It was a joke but... She wouldn't take that seriously, right?

Hopefully not.

Sighing, he picks himself back up and pushes into the crowd of cats. Scents mingle enough to give him somewhat of a headache... Time to seek out someone else to talk to in order to pass the time, he guesses!

Or well. That was the plan originally. Now he understands where Larkfire had disappeared off to. Yarrowcrest didn't know Cracklepaw personally but he had heard of him... Or rather, his nature. Not a cat he would find company in... Especially once he realizes that he's dragging a pelt. Eyes widening in horror, the orange and white tom makes his way towards the front-- towards the Seastones-- watch this spectacle unfold. Call it morbid curiosity but if a fight was going to break out, he'd rather know about it sooner than later. This wasn't... The first time he had done this? Had Bumblestar just let this sort of thing go on? Skinning enemy warriors to present as some sort of trophy? Ears laying flat, his attention jumps to the massive cat approaching his clan mates. The worst part of this was Yarrowcrest agreed with haunt. What use was the pelt of a murdered warrior? A prize? A statement.

Seating himself nearby to keep an eye on the situation, wary of a fight breaking out, a worried glance is shot Mapleface's way. Would she really give her life to protect a cat that had basically flaunted his act in the faces of the enemy? Part of him wants to intervene-- try to mediate the situation. Speak calmly and try to ease the tension that was already threatening to loose hell upon them all. But what place did he have? A young warrior with no name for himself. All he could do was standby. Watch. Worry. Glance between each cat

(reposting so it makes more sense chronologically! )
mapleface // @Rose | houndhunter // @vampire | cracklepaw // @Leafí
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389 words = 77 pts.