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Benedict... star? Though it sounded odd with the suffix, the name belonged to his Father. "Has... anyone seen Benedict lately?" Nero asked dubiously.
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Nero was there, waiting for news of his dad.
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"I'm going," Nero announced on no uncertain terms. Benedict was his father, he wasn't going to sit here while his Clan searched for him.
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"Who are you, and why are you here?" Nero inquired with a calm voice. The young serval approached the wolf fearlessly, looking him up and down.
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"Doesn't that hurt your head?" Nero inquired curiously. He peered down at Ebullientpaw and held back a smile.
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"Hum, welcome to WindClan," Nero said with a shrug. "Any questions?"
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"Dad!" Nero almost shouted as he shot up to his paws. Oh thank the gods he was okay. The young serval tom smiled and held back a purr.
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Oh no. Nero rushed to the edge of the chasam and stared helplessly into the waters. But Azurekit didn't reappear. "May he hunt in StarClan," the serval murmured. He didn't really believe in the spirits, but it seemed the appropriate thing to say.
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"My name is Nero," the serval introduced himself with a dip of his head. "Benedict can show you the way to camp." He stood up in preparation to leave, but he wouldn't go off on his own. That would be rude.
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Nero padded up to Martin, his cinnamon gaze calm and pleased. "Hello, welcome back," he greeted the tom. A quick glance was tossed Benedict's way, but Nero didn't really know what to expect from his returned father and his mate.
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"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Nero rumbled to the kitten with a small smile. The serval bent down to look at Willowkit on her own level.
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"Holy shit!" Nero exclaimed, his eyes wide. The serval rushed a few feet after the cougar to make sure it had gone before he turned back to assess Sparkpaw. "Hey, stay awake," the apprentice urged her.
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"You don't look it," Nero said bluntly, but his gaze was concerned. "You're luck you had Gifts." He glanced up at his father and Infernopaw when they approached, but Sparkpaw had more pressing matters to attend to than Nero exchanging pleasantries with his Clanmates.
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"The medicine cats can help you with that if you want," he suggested, as he decided to lay fully on his stomach. "Nightmares? Or just high energy?"
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Nero looked at Marseillespaw quizzically. What odd questions to ask his father, he thought.
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"Or we could just take him now," Nero growled. He attempted to slice Hawkcall's ears and shoulders.
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"Invisibility?" Nero suggested with a small hum. The young serval tilted his head as he looked at Jill, amusement shining in his eyes.
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Nero - gosh, what a pretentious name - brushed past Georgia and accidentally bumped into her. "Oh, shoot. I'm sorry!" The senior exclaimed, inwardly seething. Dammit, now he'd have to help her and possibly be late for class.
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