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There was a sort of awkward moment when the few drops of blood from Infernalpaw's pad began to hover. Ahava stared at them curiously, the blood that spilled from his paw as she treated the thorn in his pad, which she really didn't think she should have to bother with, raised into this coagulated ball. The tom had already been startled when he approached her and her pupils were blood red, and now this? She'd heard that cats were getting powers, but the she-cat figured it was some tall tales, and hadn't really interacted with NightClan enough that day to realize it was real enough. After all, it was only a few hours after the meteor shower, and she'd been in camp.
Eyes widening slightly, the red cores of her eyes almost equal now with the void color. Well, guess there was some truth to this after all. She let the blood float as she worked, a feature that was nice to keep the area clean, and then once she was done, left the den, the little red glob of Infernalpaw's blood following her, with the tom looking rather disturbed that she seemed to be keeping it. But he didn't have much say as she walked out of camp, wondering what could be done with this.
