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March 22nd, 2017 05:44 PM |
Re: SkyClan Clearing
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Originally Posted by Pathos
(Post 207702)
[sorry for the very late reply! i have writer's block n im trying my best v.v]
Nearly letting a hum escape his jaws, Acornflash tilted his head and watched Greystep with the faintest hint of a smile curving the corners of his mouth up. He hoped he wasn't making the poor tom too nervous; what if the conversation died out because of him? That would be terrible, and then Greystep wouldn't ever want to talk to him again. Well, not that the grey tom looked like he wanted to talk to him another time, anyway. And then Acornflash would have to spend his time waiting for his apprentice by himself or with someone else, and this tom was definitely growing on him—something many cats had been unable to do. Although he seemed able to become friends with anyone in the vicinity, his affectionate behavior usually took time before revealing itself to someone. But then here was Greystep, a peculiar young tom who was different from the norm. He liked that. A lot. Many of the cats in SkyClan had proved to be dull and uninteresting, yet Grey's stammer intrigued him. Amused him, even. He knew that amusement derived from how uncomfortable someone was sounded corrupt and strange, but he didn't take it too seriously. One just had to hope that outgoing personality would overwhelm his odder behavior.
"I'll definitely think about trying it sometime," he meowed, seeming to be just the slightest bit unfocused. Acornflash tried his best to listen to Greystep, but as he tilted his head back to check the time, he realized that Brightpaw should be finishing her meal and social interaction in an alarmingly short amount of time. At least to him it seemed shocking, but he always got worried over the littlest of things and obviously hadn't remembered what it was like as an apprentice for him. His apprentice was similar to him in many aspects, mainly in personality, but that meant that she would take her sweet time talking to her friends about her first day before coming back to Acornflash so he could tour the territory with her. He wouldn't have to worry. Acorn brought his head forward and leveled his stare, grinning at Greystep. "Of course!" he purred in response to his meek 'thank you'. Yes, he did find the stammer odd, as he was sure many cats had before him, but he wouldn't dislike someone just because of a speech impediment. That was childish, something he felt that only the most immature of cats would do. Not that he wasn't a completely mature cat, but Acornflash felt as though he at least had proper decency about him, one of his few good traits. Well, aside from how... outgoing he was, for lack of a better word. Maybe he shouldn't consider that one of his positive traits. It could prove to be a bother sometimes.
Oh, but he couldn't let his train of thought get off-track anymore than it already had. That would do no good, none at all, and would likely made Greystep uncomfortable. Anymore than he already was, he supposed. "Ah—Thank you," he responded to the tom's return compliment, dipping his head at him. He really needed to learn when to dip his head. He had already thought too much about it whilst in the nursery with Brightpaw, and that nearly overwhelmed him with anxiety about how, when, and why he should do it. It wouldn't do him any good to worry about it more. With any luck, the two times he had dipped his head today were done at the correct time. He just hoped that his luck wasn't running thin. "The gathering was probably fun," he sighed. "Did you get to see the new Clans up close? Were they similar to us or did they look really different? Was that scary Dusk Syndicate there?" he queried in rapid succession, each question being spewed out of his mouth one after the other. While Acornflash didn't like to be overwhelmed, he sure didn't seem to care if anybody else was.
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The older tom shifted his weight, glancing uneasily at Acornflash. True, after a while, his stammer would leave-- he knew that much-- but it was still bothersome. Why couldn't cats just leave him alone, let him talk to himself until his stammer wore itself out as it always did? That's not how it works, though, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered to him. Irritated by this, Greystep's hues flashed and he looked almost angry for a moment. Now, with Greystep being angry, there were a few things to remember-- for one thing, he began to look a good deal larger and for another, his stammer would disappear, making way for a cold voice that sounded almost nothing like the large, quivering tom that had been there just moments before. And there was a third thing to remember, too...for Greystep to get really angry, it took a lot. The tom didn't just get frustrated at random moments in time, there were always little things that set him off... and whatever they were, they were always hard to catch. But the Maine Coon normally hid his anger, so the fact that he looked almost angry now was surprising, not to mention somewhat frightening for the large tom to be half on-top of the younger cat. The age difference between them wasn't that great, but the size difference was. The tom imagined he had probably frightened Acornflash, though he hadn't meant to...he wished his mind would stop reminding him of things like that, it bothered him and it he didn't like it at all. Sometimes Greystep wished he were smaller.
Or at least braver-- that way either cats wouldn't expect as much of him, or he would be able to live up to their expectations of a great warrior. Because right now, I'm just not. He thought, with a sigh. However, at Acornflash's calmer statement, he seemed to mellow down a little bit as well. "You-you'll r-ru-really l-lu-like i-it. You'll really like it." He mewed. His stammer was already becoming less severe, and unless Acornflash were to do something to make him nervous-- it should stay that way. He would be able to speak easier, something for which he was very grateful. At least his speech impediment wasn't so severe that it would be there forever, for the whole time he tried to talk to a cat. That was something for which the tom was very grateful. Though, as far as showing his gratitude to StarClan went, it seemed he had forgotten to do that. "Wh-wu-why are y-you b-bu-being s-so nice t-to m-muh-me?" He asked meekly, lowering his voice.
True, this cat was much friendlier then he had expected...and true, he didn't really have a reason to be suspicious...but he was, all the same. "O-oh, y-you-you're w-wuh-wel-wu-welcome," He mewed, with a smile. At least it wasn't going too badly. He was able to speak more clearly then before...at least, it seemed that way to him. "N-not r-ru-really... not really... th-thu-they w-wu-were p-pru-pret-pretty s-suh-sim-lar-similar...they were pretty similar...an-and n-nu-no, th-the D-duh-Dusk S-suh-syn-dicate- Syndicate w-wuh-wasn't th-thuh-the-there. And no, the Dusk Syndicate wasn't there." The tom mewed, shifting his weight and then he chuckled slightly. "I-I-I p-pro-probably w-would-would've r-run aw-awa-aweh-away," He mewed, smiling at the younger cat. His expression was fairly friendly, as though he were trying to show the other cat that he could lighten up through his actions, although he wished the stammer would just go away.
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