[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Blackpelt: Entrance to the nursery[/color][/h1]
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Blackpelt watches the loners from the darkness, his smaller frame making him seem almost apprentice or even kit sized. His tail lashes in stress and anxiety, his exsuasted mindset giving him too many thoughts to deal with at once. [I]Why are they here? They're something off about them, but I can't put my claw on it. They seem dangerous, but I don't know why.[/i] He licks his paw, rubbing his face to try and get his fur to lay flat again, but he's too on edge. He slips out before they see him, and he heads to Fernstars den.

Once he gets there, his tail gently taps Honeypaw. "You aren't fighting, are you? Your pelt spiked for a moment. Everything ok?" He looks them both over, then gently gives Honeypaw a lick on the head. "You're too stressed. Whatever happens, the clan will protect you." He settles down. "So. What's gotten you so upset Honeypaw?" His eyes study her, intense, but not accusing.