This FIRE I began -- Open; power discovery

[Honeypaw]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Honeypaw was not happy to hear angry yelling and hissing nearby. Anything negative made her anxious, and sometimes she took it to the heart. Sensitive? Maybe. Perhaps more of a people-pleaser than a cry baby. She had her own flaws as well, but she tried to embrace them. Maybe she didn't feel as singled out as Medusa, but in some ways, she still did. She came from the Boardwalk, not from PalmClan. She was a dog, while most PalmClanners were feline. Nonetheless, she still felt like a part of the clan, through and through.

The fawn doberman padded over, a frown on her muzzle. She was tempted to say something, to try and make it better. However, she could tell Medusa was emotionally exhausted. She was certain that if she tried to butt in with something nice, Medusa would shut down and block everyone out. Rhine seemed to acknowledge such, in the sense that he couldn't do anything to make her feel better. "Want to go hunting?" She piped up quietly, trying to change the subject. She figured Medusa could get some anger and frustration out hunting. The apprentice liked to hunt when she needed to get something off her mind. It let her focus on listening and smelling for prey, rather than focusing on her own thoughts.