Hiding a Broken Face

Rosepaw looked down. She wasn't used to others being mean to her crush or calling his name lame. "he is called that cause he looks like a newt." she said softly still looking down. She didn't like it when others where mean to him and also didn't like the new feeling she was feeling. She actually wanted to fight this kit for saying what she said. She had never felt protective over anyone and wasn't used to it.

Ooc: I can PM Harlem aka newtface to join if u want

Ooc: yeah, go ahead and do that

Images flashed through her brain of what exactly 'looks like a newt' meant. Did he have no fur? Was he covered in slime? Perhaps she could finally find a cat who looked worse than she did, which would certainly make her feel much better about herself. "I would like to meet him." she said.

She hesitated then walked over to the warrior den. She spotted him and woke him up. She then walked out of the den towards the kit while he was getting ready.

Ooc: let Harlem post then u ok

Newtface's eyes snapped open as soon as Rosepaw woke him up, and a small growl began to rumble in his throat.
"What in StarClan's name?" He began, groggily, as Rosepaw left the den.
Despite the fact that he desperately wanted to return to peaceful slumber, the tom rose from his nest and took a couple of heartbeats to groom the patches of speckled fur that were sticking up in clumps. With a slight huff, the tortoiseshell padded out of the warriors den and headed towards Rosepaw, who was sitting with a kit. The first thing he noticed was the kit's face, but he didn't react to it. Once he reached the two she-cats, he sat down beside them and glanced over at Rosepaw.
"Why'd you wake me up?" He asked, holding back a yawn.