(Mhmm I could so make a joke rn, but then again this isn't a PM >°})Raksha gave Night a grateful look, then turned and watched as Squirrelflight stalked over to Flame and left camp. She let out a shakey breath, and inhaled more slowly, reining in her frazzled mind for the moment. "Obsidian, I'm following you," she barked.
(Dude I love you XD)
Slate wished briefly that he could sink deeper into the dirt and disappear. Maybe a bush would grow on top of him and it'd get named after him, but ya never know. He didn't look up at Kestrel, suddenly terrified of annoying him. "I'm... I'm fine. Yeah. It's nothing," he murmured. He stood up and stretched, feigning a collectedness that he certainly didn't have - though he couldn't help but imagine the fur on his back sticking up like a bush.
Kestrel huffed, in a split second he scraped up some sassyness from his brain; "My fellow, you are quite the truthful dog." He sarcastically spat, a smirk masking his insecure state.