*+:。.。
Cam was sorely inexperienced When it came to causing mischief. Just as he was about to weave a tale to help his fellow good-natured youth rest before tomorrow's long journey, he was interrupted by a reminder that not all good deeds were inherently moral. But once again, before Cam would bow his apologies and encourage Ponypaw to get some rest, yet more cats woke and chimed in. Before long, Cam was floundering, glancing from cat to cat as te situation quickly grew out of hand with Spikepaw's doubling down. Ponypaw beat him to the punch, and luckily, chaos was averted. Thank goodness, because Campionpaw is right there with Celendinepaw, looking nervously past everyone's shoulders to the unknown darkness lying in wait all around them. Their home had its own persistent perils - foxes,
rats, and the occasional loose dog which...wasn't actually very rare - who knows what waits for them beyond the shadows of a world untouched by Skyclan's paws? Perhaps untouched by
any cat's paws?
A sudden pang of homesickness threatens to stuff his throat with cotton.
But then...Asphodelpaw.
Campionpaw watches through his shroud of bangs as his friend goes from asking for Campionpaw's story -
he actually wants to hear it??? - to looking at Spikepaw like the reckless tom had hung the stars. Maybe he's exaggerating - logically, he has to be, advocating for giving their elders heart attacks can't possibly be an admirable choice for Asphodelpaw, surely? But the cotton in his mouth is quickly ignited and before he can catch himself, the boy says -
"
I-I'm down! I hunted before we went to bed, and there was a small creek not too far from here, I don't think we're going to pass it during our march so
- we should check it out before - uh - it's too late?[/glow]" Did he sound brave? He didn't feel particularly brave. Or moral. Or very smart. But through his curtain bangs, his gaze flits towards Asphodelpaw, hoping the other thinks him a little cooler, at least.