Elmpaw heard the commotion and stirred in the apprentices' den, then carefully rose to his paws. Another cat dead? There had been an awful lot of death around lately, it made his mind and heart heavy. He didn't know Frostfeather well but he limped out into the clearing to pay his respects anyway.
He stood a few pawsteps away from Acornpaw, Willowpaw, and Frostfeather's body, letting the grieving she-cat have her space. He felt like he needed to do something, though. After a few moments he inched closer, gently touching his fellow apprentice with his nose in what he hoped was a comforting way. "I'm so sorry for your loss," he mewed quietly, not sure what he should say. "The clan lost a great cat today....Uh, Acornpaw, I know we don't...really know each other well, but if...if you need anything, I'm...here."
He paused again, looking over at Willowpaw. "Uh, you too..." he added, pinning his ears back uncomfortably. He really wasn't good at socializing, let alone comforting grieving cats.
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