[Casual Scribbles]

Originally Posted by Opal

"I don't think that would help." He said gloomily, "I've always been a horrible hunter and this dump snow isn't helping!" He scowled slight knew he was acting rather moody for a tom who was somewhat known for his optimistic attitude. But, he had been feeling rather insecure and gloomy as of late for several reasons and his failed hunt hadn't help. "Thanks, for the offer though." He mewed, as an afterthought.

Ploverpelt frowned. This wasn't how Nimblewhisker usually acted. She licked the tip of his ear comfortingly and fluffed up her fur, leaning against him to keep him warm. "What's really bothering you?" She asked, concerned for the cat. "And don't lie to me. I can't help you if you lie to me."