| Mousepaw |
Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 2] - Inactive
Broad, scarred shoulders glinted in light that filtered through the trees as Mousepaw made his way to the medicine cat's den. He wasn't in pain, nor did he think he was in direct need of a visit to his less than esteemed grandfather, but there was no denying the blood that soaked through his pelt, his shoulder and chest tinged a dark red as it dried off. At least he did not seem to be bleeding anymore. Sloppy as he might have been to let himself be bitten, the older apprentice thought it didn't go too bad considering he went solo against that now dead fox, heh heh. Still, he didn't want to worry his auntie unnecessarily while she was pregnant, so off he went like a good little ShadowClanner.
The leader's voice echoing through the clearing, Mousepaw's rounded ears perked up, a grin instantly lighting his face as it seemed he was granted an excuse to
not rush towards Elmshadow just yet. Close as he was to the healer's den, however, he finished his walk, sitting down close besides the brooding tom, offering only a sideways glance in greeting before turning his attention back to the leader. Much as he loathed the tom for everything he had done - or failed to do - to his family, the monochrome colored apprentice was not about to be openly rude to him when he was going to him for treatment. Or for simply sitting besides himself. Somewhere along the line, the younger tom had grown past such outbursts, preferring to simply sit in cold deference as long as there was no need for anything to be said. There was plenty of tension between ShadowClan and ThunderClan at the moment. No need to cause more of it amongst clanmates if it could be avoided.
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Pitou [Elmshadow]
| Silent "greeting" from Mouse before he heads into the medicine cat den after the meeting. 
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