Our Last Talk [c]

Ever since their return from the Moonstone journey, Dreampaw had been questioning themselves whether or not this would've been a good idea. Lightfang told them how dangerous Dawnhawk was... And they knew what trouble they'd be going for if they ever did decide to go after him. It was an absurd, unbelievable idea. As the soft oranges glow of the sky shone down on them, they gulped and made their way out of the apprentice den in search of a specific someone. Their eyes scanned the camp for the sight of the tom, and when they finally spotted him, a sense of relief hiddenly overflowed in them.

They approached the warrior, taking the empty spot beside him. "Hey there Silverlight. Do you mind if we talk? It's been a while." Their tail wrapped around their paws, and they waited for their mentor's reply. Once he agreed to the idea, they nodded and began to talk. "Say if I had met someone not-so-nice and they've gotten us both into a spar before... What should I do if I were to ever meet them again?" Perhaps it wasn't the best way to explain it to him, though they figured that that'll have to work for now. They couldn't just... tell the tom that. They couldn't tell him what has happened. "Erm, hypothetically of course. What do you suppose I do?" The apprentice shuffled their paws, blinking. "It's a sudden question, I know, but just in case if that ever happened... I guess I'll know what to do then with your advice." A sense of guilt built up in them as they spoke. Silverlight out of all cats deserved to know, but they couldn't... They just couldn't tell him; not directly.

They knew the warrior would figure out something soon, though they wanted for him to find out by himself, not by them telling him that. It was risky, and they probably wouldn't be able to ever set a paw out of camp without someone else accompanying them ever again. That wasn't very... comfortable to think of, the very least.