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Originally Posted by Alchemist Kitsune

| Snowybreeze |
34 Moons - WindClan Warrior
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive | Not Skiddin' Around - Active

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Fear for his son's safety had blinded the giant to sense and reason, his need to get back behind the camp's secure walls to ensure he did not lose yet another kit to the very real twoleg threat consuming him. It wasn't until he noticed Jaggedpaw's comparatively calm demeanor that he took pause, frustration creeping into his skin for the first time in his life. Well... perhaps not for the first time per se, but most certainly for the first time in relation to anyone other than himself. Did the young tom not understand the danger? Surely after the loss of Seedpaw and Deadmoon both he could see the trouble they would land themselves in if they were caught? Because if his son got caught, so would he. He would not let his young treasure be lost by himself. The rest of his family had each other, but those that had been taken had been taken alone... who knew if-

Snowybreeze closed his eyes, refusing to let his mind fall deeper into terror. Taking a deep breath, he listened. Took note of what Jaggedpaw said. That's right. The weasel. If they left it here, it would be a perfectly good source of food being left to go to waste. To the twolegs, of all ways to lose prey. His son was right. They had lost too much of it already to them. It was only right for the warrior to claim the weasel from them now. It was his prey and WindClan's territory, not theirs! And to think... he felt frustrated at his son only a moment before when all the patched feline had wanted was to ensure their hunt was a success. Shame on him. He should know better than to not think things out better. His clanmates always knew best, and his kits were obviously among those with more thinking capacity than him. He could only thank the stars that he had not voiced his frustrations before realizing what was going on. The silent warrior wasn't sure he would have been able to live with the shame after so wrongfully chastising his own kin.

"O-oh. Yes. Of course! You are. Right. Good. Thinking. Keeping. Your cool. Under dangerous. Circumstances. You will. Be. A much. Much better. Warrior. Than your. Old dad. When you. Finally. Get your. Warrior name," he mewed, pride clear in his voice before turning around to grab the weasel, his full strength needed to rip it clean from the powerful trap, its head left behind as he sought his son again, eager to return back to camp.

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@burntToast [Jaggedpaw]

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Snowybreeze sure did seem to enjoy giving out praise, that and undermining himself which was as pleasant as the praise was. Still that didn't stop Jaggedpaw from smiling, all teeth. Sharp things that sure as hell didn't match the usual friendliness of a smile. Jaggedpaw took a step back and watched as Snowybreeze yanked the weasel from the steel jaws that were stubbornly clamped shut. The apprentice had never seen a piece of prey without a head before – or at least a fully intact and not eaten piece of prey. It was strange and yet also intriguing! [B]”Cool”/[B] the words left his maw without him even noticing.

Blinking once he dragged his attention away from the decapitated weasel head and bahk to his dad. He attempted to bump Snowybreeze’s shoulder with his head, a gesture he associated with comfort though he never did it as gently as others. ”It's okay Dad, you're a great warrior even better than others! You're just thinking about safety, which is good.” it was strange to Jaggedpaw how often his dad seemed to forget how important he was. Clearly he was a great warrior, definitely one of the best. Sure he was by default nice and maybe a bit soft but that wasn't a weakness in fact it was cool being able to be nice and fierce at the same time. Skill!

”anyway we should hurry back to camp now, that monster obviously called the twolegs so we should try to avoid encountering them.” the speckled apprentice was sure that's what his dad had meant by wanting to leave immediately. Before heading back to camp however, be darted back towards the place he left his ‘rabbit’ picked it up and then returned to his father's side or more like a bit ahead of Snowybreeze on the ‘path’ back to camp.

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