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Jadie Ever since Bloodyhearts had encountered Arcticsong things had dramatically turned around for him. Largely because she brought him fresh prey that she went through the extra effort of catching for him, brought in bedding, and took him out of the prison regularly.
Arcticsong gently nudged the pieces of soft tall grass into place as she kneaded the nest down into a comfortable shape. Stepping out she inspected the nest, carefully pressing the unkept pieces of grass into the finely woven pieces of nesting material with a surgeons precision. "I want to leave now," She said plainly to Bloodyhearts before already moving to exit the prison, which always meant for him to hurry up and follow as Arcticsong never invited him to follow, it was just expected. "I got you a mouse," She said, which was strange since she had been catching him bigger meals up until now, but it was a frozen tundra. Entirely possible that there just wasn't enough prey around lately.
"Thank you, Arcticsong," Bloodyhearts replied as he hurried after his little goddess. His life had greatly approved since she'd entered it, but for once this kind of attention from a she-cat wasn't a romantic attraction for him. He didn't even think of Gingersnap, who fawned over him in different ways, like that, either. At some point while in prison he realized just because a girl was nice to you didn't mean that she liked you. And just because you were hot and liked a girl didn't mean she would like you, either. And once he came to that conclusion, he began to wonder if he even liked girls... and, well, to say his mind was scattered was an understatement. Spending hours sitting around and doing nothing in prison seemed to give him ample time for self reflection...
He shook his head and returned his attention to Arcticsong, "That's a small mouse. Is WinterClan having troubles keeping its fresh-kill pile full right? It's not even leaf-bare yet, so that's worrying."
