Chickadee bounded up to her sister, excitement dancing in her eyes. She nuzzled her way under the larger female's chin in puppyish appeasement, her tail waving maniacally. Pulling away, she let Jagger's words sink in.

"Oh, wow! Hastati! That's.. the warrior class, right?" She was impressed, though she had no reason to be surprised. She had known right from the start that Jag was a fighter -- and a good one, at that. Jagger knew how to take care of herself and everyone around her, and that was just one of the things Chickadee loved about her. It was so rare to find a warrior with a heart as pure as Jagger's.

Chickadee bounced backwards, hardly able to contain her glee, and it was then that she noticed the poorly-veiled emotion in Jag's eyes. She froze for a moment, one paw dangling in midair, before arching a brow inquisitively.

"Is everything okay?" She tilted her head, gingerly placing her paw back down to the earth. Then, shaking her head as if to rid it of a particular thought, Chicky changed her mind. "Wait, wait," she said, smiling a little. "Let me put some liverflower sap on those wounds first. Then you can tell me all about it."

She backed up another step, tail waving happily. She liked taking care of her sister, though she had no doubt that Jagger would pretend to be annoyed at being coddled.

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CHICKADEE
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