[yummyluc]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

again, with the poetic word choice. he was simply something, wasnt he? it made risingcreek listen to every word and ingest its meaning, letting it seep and have a whole new definition. it was really something. so it was obvious that he was going to bring it up,"Youre a smart one, aint ya?" with every word he spoke, his accent seemed to be laced in more and more thickly. "with how you put words together and everythin', i like the way you think, and whatevers runnin' through that mind of yours."he admitted. risingcreek was always honest when it came to compliments or his thoughts. he wasnt harsh, but he would speak what he seemed valuable. it had been a long time since he had a casual talk with another if he were being honest. he was a workaholic, something never changed. sometimes he regretted it. he was kind to almost every cat he met, there were no excuses to why he couldnt socialize, but he had always put his clan above him. but now, in his older years, he was taking a bit of time to relax and enjoy the cats around him. so it seemed necessary to approach beetleskip, after all, no one deserved to be alone, even if it was gentle, more calm company. risingcreek didnt mind though, he had basically seen it all when it came to personalities, there wasnt anything he couldnt adapt to. but he wasnt adapting to anything when speaking to beetleskip. how his own voice seemed to soften because he knows things overwhelm him, how he didnt mind keeping up conversation for the both of them at first, and so on. maybe he was naturally being considerate for him, or maybe he just really enjoyed his presence. like said before, it was nice to talk to someone that wasnt a kit. it was nice to just talk to beetleskip.

now that comment is what made beetleskip really sit upright and open his eyes to stretch to the size of saucers as he looked at risingcreek. he hardly realised what the other tom had said. it really was rare that he spoke to other cats, let alone gain compliments or any form of praise from them except for casual things, like how he's performed that day and the such. even if he did get compliments, they always seemed a bit... lacklustre and meaningless, not that he would really complain. he prefered the silence compared to speaking anyways. but risingcreek really seemed to mean it, which is what sort of scared him. it made his chest flutter and suddenly all of his focus was on the words risingcreek had spoken. smart? the way he spoke? of course beetleskip thought of the way he spoke and put words together, but he never thought they would ever really... mean anything to anyone but himself. he bit down a smile.

" thank you, i... " he trailed off when he realised that he had nothing else to really say to that.

he then realised he was feeling a bit warm compared to the cold exterior outside, and he realised he was staring. not blankly, however. he was staring at risingcreek's features. his rosy brown fur that almost shined it was so well-kept, compared to his tangled mess of a pelt, he almost felt ashamed. his eyes that gleamed with a kind, generous tone almost made beetleskip want to fall into them. he was covered in scars, some faded, some newer from the recent battle. he didn't know why, but he... he liked risingcreek's appearance. it was rather... endearing. he shook the thought away and quickly looked back at the activity of milling cats. still, the noises were muffled by his thoughts that he was reorganising.