Re: WindClan Breezerock
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Originally Posted by wispyy
Speckledpaw // he/him
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The midnight-tinged tom's tail started to flick impatiently, he was completely unsure how elders dealt with kits, or warriors, or apprentices, or heck, literally anyone with story-telling, he could vividly remember their faces lighting up, them getting comfortable, and getting far into the story for comfort, how could he ever be like that one day? He sub-consciously noted to himself that he would die a warrior, he'd never fall to the comfort of an elder, no matter the age or condition of his. This kit was exceptionally annoying.. however, brave, in his eyes, no doubt, the small kit even reminded him of a certain relation of his, and the thought of the young, energetic she-kit brought a pit to his stomach, and he struggled to look directly at Rabbitkit.
Nowadays, it wasn't like anyone would remember Speckledpaw's siblings, which was depressing to think of. With his whole family dead and his new 'family' not very educated on his past, his brother and sister were long forgotten kits, forever trapped in only his mind and heart. There was no way that this small kit had the slightest idea that he could even care about some cat, or even have a family, and that was true, but he liked to think that Leechpaw, Twilightstar, and all of them were truly part of him now, even if blood was not a part of their kinship. Perhaps Rabbitkit could be something to him, obviously only if the tom learned some manners, but only if that were the case, he didn't take cat...friendship often, this was a heavy thing to consider. While he had found this kit annoying, the sense of his beloved sister lingered in his mind, as if urging him on to find connections other than the ones he was forced to get into.
The first thing that the slender tom realized when he returned from his short daze was the tom's discomfort after he had chanted the new warrior name, as well as looking around uncertainly. For a short moment, he had mixed feelings about the kit running away from him at that moment, but in a way, he didn't mind. Yet, the tom-it stayed as he had before, which puzzled, maybe even surprised the apprentice before nodding to himself reassuringly that this kit did in fact exist, he totally wasn't crazy.
Trying desperately to make sure the kit didn't start wailing, he prepared himself to wrap his tail around the kitten or something of the sorts, give reassurance, but much to his great surprise, the kit persisted, much to his relief and his great distaste, and another feeling he couldn't place. This time, instead of trying to scare the kit or anything, he cracked a small, half smile and sat up straight, staring at the tom as he curled his tail around his paws and simply nodded, the fox was probably crow-food at this point, as it had been a while and obviously Monarch had done something to it, but if that would satisfy the younger cat so be it. This Rabbitkit was most definitely interesting, and he might have to consider bothering the kit himself from time to time.
 @OceanBlueBoi
//Can you VM me if you want to continue from here or just call it quits? |
Rabbitkit
Rabbitkit's nub of a tail wiggled at the prospect of keeping his clan member safe by driving a fox out of their territory. He waited excitedly for the black tom's response, but to his dismay one never came. He sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, staring up at his clanmate with wonder. As time went on and the wordless air between them grew stale Rabbitkit began to realize that this conversation may be over.
Rabbitkit blinked up at the tom and reached forward to give his clan-mates shoulder a quick lick as a silent thanks for their conversation.
"I'm happy you're okay," he meweled.
Rabbitkit turned away from the black tom and headed back towards the nursery. "See you later!"
//Okay!! I think this is perfect for now! I'll go ahead and VM you still just in case! Thank you for the RP I really enjoyed that!
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