"What are you doing away from camp?" Deathberry seemed more interested in protecting the calico apprentice than protecting his and Arrowtail's secret. Arrowtail sat behind the deputy, slight fear-scent radiating from both of the toms. 

"Just following ya. Hey, I heard..." Pixiepaw smirked.

Arrowtail's eyes widened, and his fear-scent became stronger. Pixiepaw's tail lashed over the two toms in affection and amusement, and she stuck her nose in the air. "If you don't want me to tell, you have my promise."

"Get back to camp," Deathberry growled, half-smiling, his fear-scent becoming less noticeable. Pixiepaw turned and disappeared into the bushes, only pretending to be in camp. "Do you think we should take her back?" Arrowtail muttered when detecting her scent. 

"Yeah," Deathberry meowed. "I wonder if she really will keep her word... but I can't punish her if she doesn't." There was no disappointment in the deputy's voice. He pushed through the bushes, and Arrowtail heard Pixiepaw grumbling as the two cats started heading back to the camp.

"You coming?" Deathberry mewed. Arrowtail started following, a bit hesitant. The two toms met at the edge of the camp, and Pixiepaw stalked to the apprentice den. Deathberry and Arrowtail started purring again, and their tails entwined, they padded to the warrior den. They laid down in the center bed, just pressing their pelt together for a while.

Deathberry opened his jaws, but before he could make a peep, Arrowtail stood up and stretched his paws close to Blackstar's. He stood up a mouselength away from his nose and blinked twice. "I wanted to tell Deathberry something." He dipped his head. "I'm sincerely sorry I made an excuse." 

Blackfoot's weight shifted on his feet, a slight fear-scent radiating from him. "W-well... no, it's fine. Just go on a make up." He backed away briskly to the leader's den, muttering. 

Arrowtail had a smug look. "He had a het panic." Deathberry rolled his eyes, smiling a bit, while Pixiepaw's eyes glowed in amazement and disbelief. "How can you scare a cat away by flirting with them?"

Arrowtail sat down, having a flashback to a painful moment in his apprenticeship. "I know from experience." And accident. Deathberry pressed his pelt against Arrowtail's comfortingly and licked his muzzle. "That's in the past, Arrowtail. Get over him." 

"He will always be in my heart..." Arrowtail muttered and collapsed on one of the smaller beds. Pixiepaw had a sympathetic look in her eyes as she padded over to the bed next to Arrowtail's and rested her head on the tom's. "What happened?"

"Nothing, nothing... nothing worth considering. You shouldn't be so interested in drama like this when you're barely an apprentice!" Arrowtail's voice had no hostility nor affection. He almost seemed emotionless as he lay on the bed. Deathberry sat next to Pixiepaw and looked down at the pained Arrowtail. He did fall asleep after a while, and Deathberry escorted Pixiepaw out of the warrior den. Deathberry padded back to Arrowtail and laid down behind him. He put his arm over Arrowtail's body to touch their paws together. Arrowtail started whimpering and twitching, quietly muttering a simple word, Scar.