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    "Poor lil' fella.", he huffed, staring sadly down upon the roadkill rabbit. It's rib cage lay open to the world and it had left it without a prayer of thanks to its sacrifice. It was worse than sacrifice, it was straight up murder. Purpose came up empty for such a reason for the prey to meet its end. All he could do was tug it away towards the grass and dig it a final resting place.


    "Hey, couldja' lend a paw, please? If it's no bother 'r anything." He had seen the girl lurking close and since other felines who may find their interaction uncalled for were absent, he saw it as a safe request.


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    sheeppaw was quite keen to staying near boarders. most would ask her as to what she was doing everyday out there, and the feline would only respond with just strengthing the scent markers. although she did do that every so often, it wasn't the prime reason as to why she was even out there in the first place. she just loved to explore, to see the world other than old farts and annoying kits back at camp. there was a world out there, and the best she could do was stay out near the borders. sometimes she would even be risqué and step onto other clans' borders, even though their lack of political hate wouldn't even make her a target for death.


    the munchkin was wandering around the borders of shadowclan as someone called out to her. at first she was worried that she was in trouble for stepping over border lines. did they change something so that it was forbidden to do so? she was ready to run back into her own territory until she realized who had called her over. it was another apprentice, not even a month or two older than she was, and he was... trying to bury roadkill? huh. cool. she stared him down with mint green eyes before shrugging and walking forward towards him. "i won't mind at all. anything to help the community," she said with a light tone. finally reaching him and the gory carcass with short limbs, she tilted her head and gave a snort. "the name's sheeppaw. you, uh, need help putting that in the ground or something. 'cause that's... pretty weird but nice of ya."


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    Helping the community, that was thoughtful of her. A warrior may blink once and decide they could give less of a care over what happened to a pre-killed rabbit. She had some class; she really did. "Thanks a ton, Sheeppaw. Sure would." To her referral of niceness he gave her a sorry smile and turned back to his work. Sweet of her to let him know that but he didn't feel he was much of an anything enough to be called that. There were cats that prayed for everything and anyone and he did little of that. An enemy was hard to love and forgive yet they brought themselves to pardoning them. Frailpaw knew he'd never find it in himself to dismiss any wrong done to his clan. He'd tear himself up before he forgot it all.


    "Here, I'll go 'head and dig and I'll letcha' know when it's ready." Twig limbs returned to their work in shoveling and kicking repeatedly. He knew he wouldn't like for her to disturb her coat. It must be a pain to work roots, pebbles, and dirt out of that head. What would be a miserable thing would be for her to get objects and earth stuck in the neck of lighter hair. It'd melt in and the inability to make it blend in would be unavoidable. He should be thankful for his own short wool. After thinking all this, he had completed a wider bowl in the ground and now dragged himself out of it. "In 'e goes.", Frail prompted.


    bring me a higher love (3/16/17)