— "hey, juniperpaw," she'd greet warmly as she gazed at the one-eyed girl. "do you mind helping me with something?"
in a lot of ways, finchpaw and juniperpaw were very similar. they were both girls of flower petals and clouds - impossibly delicate. soft. they both rarely bared teeth, they spoke with the lightness of air, sheltered hearts of gold. they had both been hurt. nearly inconsolably. nearly.
for juniper, it was getting attacked by a rogue and bearing the heartache of a shattered relationship. for finchpaw, it was getting declawed and suffering the longing of someone she was destined to be without. finchpaw could see pieces of herself in juniperpaw, and it scared her. finch lived moons of her life feeling broken beyond repair and alone. she couldn't let juniper fall down the same hole. she... just couldn't.
so this was her effort. in the form of the one thing she knew best.
"i need to pick some herbs, but i can't leave camp by myself." half lie. whatever. "i promise it won't take long." she offered her a warm smile and a blink of oh-so-innocent eyes.