Sleetpaw stomped into the apprentice den, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness. He wanted to tell her, but couldn't. Sleetpaw looked toward the entrance warily, almost changing his mind about telling her. No. I just...can't. He thought. A part of him wanted to let everything spill out, yet another part wanted to enclose the conversation; to keep it locked away forever. The white and grey apprentice sighed, sitting down, facing away from the entrance in case she decided to come after him.