[wren]

Rabbitchatter | he/him
A long furred brown tabby tom with amber eyes
—

The tom would accept that answer, begrudgingly of course. Despite the teeth pulling it took to get the information, it was something and for that he was thankful. It didn’t take him much time to formulate his own responses to Alderheart taking a final two steps closer and plopping into the snow right on his tail. He was insulated quite fine, in fact he was getting a little overheated. “Well.” he seemed to think for a moment, desperately pulling together words to explain his word choice. “I think it’s a term of endearment. Don’t matter who y’a are, it’s kiddo, champ, bud… anythin I can whip up on a dime.” he swept his tail out front underneath himself to lay flat in the snow behind him. “Whenev’ar I needed a stern talkin too I wished some’on would’ve taken me aside and told me ‘Yer doing great kiddo… don’t give up.’ So I spose in a way I’m tryna make up for what I missed.”

Which was partially true, Rabbitchatter had yearned for any kind of parental figure. In a selfish way, perhaps he’d imposed those same values onto everyone else without realizing others might not like it. He fumbled his paws over each other thinking about it. “Don’t mean ta offend y’a, i mean no harm by it.” he paused again his gaze flipping from tree to tree as he scrambled for words “I’m hoping the thought gets through… that I care.”

He then dropped the conversation, since that wasn’t really what he was after. This, the very tip of the iceberg was what he craved. He wanted to help in the worst way, and perhaps that was his flaw. He wanted to help so bad he hurt others in the process of trying to achieve that information… he stopped shuffling his paws and sat with the thought. No matter. They were here now, the smallest crumbs of information had slipped carefully into his lap. “You think yer the only one who could do good work the right way?” the question was posed innocently in an effort to get him to elaborate, but he followed up with a backup. “Are you throwin yerself into work so hard to avoid thinkin or being on your lonesome?”

@val