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Ropes would make his way over to the crowd, a gentle smile on his face. "Guys? W-... um, what's going on?" The newly made warrior would become just a bit more worried when Raggedstar's name was mentioned. His paws moved faster, emerald gaze widening just a bit. "What's going on? Where's Ragged?" His breath caught in his throat, worry prickling at his fur, until he saw it. Her body law cold against the ground, a body in which was warm just a few hours before to make him a warrior. His mouth goes dry, and his legs shake a bit as he stumbles to the body."R-... Raggedstar..." He looks genuinely shaken; there's tears in his eyes, his breaths becoming labored as he hops over Twoface's sick, and rushes to his leader's side. The boy whimpers, nudging her gently, sniffling. "Ragged, Ragged get up, please." He begs, tears falling from the gentle frame of his face now. He inhales sharply, breaths becoming quicker, shakier; an attack. He was having a panic attack.
The poor boy whined and whimpered as he laid next to the dead leader's body, sobbing harshly as he pressed into her motionless frame. He couldn't do much else, really.
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