And Duckfeather had collapsed. Nice! Deadmoon was REALLY looking forward to lugging the not terribly tiny molly back to camp, which it looked like she was going to be doing now! Lightningpaw was a bit young to be dumping a cat on, and Whisperinghive and Lichenpaw were busy taking care of each other. That was cute. Maybe they were going to become mates at some point, after Lichenpaw's warrior ceremony. It would probably be soon, the molly was certainly warrior-aged, and she'd proven her bravery today. Yes, that would make sense. It was sweet. Their budding romance (if that was what it was, and Deadmoon wasn't reading unnecessarily into normal clanmate interactions because she was sad and lonely) could be a great thing for the clan. That is, if they held off on kits for a bit. The nursery was pretty crowded already.
Deadmoon then realized that she had just spent a solid few moments on a possible relationship over literally two seconds of interaction, and got her head back in the game. Stumping over to Duckfeather, she did her best to wedge her head and shoulders underneath the molly in an effort to shove/wriggle her onto Deadmoon's back.
Let's go Duckfeather, we've still got to get back to camp. she muttered, mostly to herself. She didn't actually expect an answer (DUH the warrior was actually collapsed and coughing), but it was rather nice to just....talk out loud. Even if her throat did ache a bit from the smoke. If she succeeded in levering the molly into a position in which she could drag her back towards camp, Deadmoon would begin a long, slow progress back towards camp. @
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