Written in the Stars

ooc. jokes on both of us, my very special thread starter is "oh hey i nearly trampled you can i interest you in an apology lunch "

cedarsong


Soft white paws padded over the needles lining the edge of one of the camp's nests. Cedarsong crept out from within, the ghostly tendrils of sleep almost enough to turn them right back around. They weren't certain how long it had been since they'd last had a decent nap, but it was long enough that they felt revived by managing as much as they did. A breath of fresh air and the feeling of the climbing sun above swayed them to the land of the conscious. The next step was to get food. The rest of the day could wait until then.

Mind made up, they strode towards food half-paying attention and half-blinking sleep out of their eyes. With a hilariously poorly timed yawn, Cedarsong went from walking steadily forwards to colliding into something - someone - smaller than them. 

"Oh!" Graceful.

The fawn warrior backpedaled, drawing up and away from the apprentice they'd knocked into. Bless the stars for the natural stoicism dampening their expression into one of bafflement, because it was far better than letting their mortification through. They hastened to apologise, and hoped their sincerity bled into their raspy attempt. They didn't need to sound as stony as they looked, afterall.

"Wolfpaw - sorry. I wasn't looking," The impulse to follow-up an apology with action flared, and an idea wormed its way into the warrior's head. They looked to the apprentice they'd bumped into, trying to soften some of the resting neutrality they displayed. Food could be put aside for a moment in favour of settling their attention on the unfortunate recipient of the blunder.

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