Pool, New-Claw of Marsh Colony
Goldenpelt lowered his head onto his paws again. “I will save my thanks for when the Captain wakes.” Dawnfrost might have glared at him. Wolfthorn might have given an indifferent shrug in response to his attitude. He paid no mind, and they went back to eating the hare. Pool, however, came to sit beside him.
“I know how you feel. When my sister was hurt…it’s hard not to be able to do anything for the cats you care about,” the young Marsh-lander offered. Goldenpelt did not have the energy left to tell the gray and white tom how wrong he was. He could not possibly know Goldenpelt’s feelings, watching the one he loved most nearly die for a tom he despised. The Envoy only turned away; the new-claw didn’t deserve his wrath. He would save it, and let it sharpen his claws against the one who did.