[dino.]

 

Originally Posted by lio

GENTLEDOE
messy-furred brown she-cat with heterochromia.
she/her

With a purr, Gentledoe offered a lick to Bumblebreak's shoulder. She allowed the she-cat to rest against her fur, looking at the materials she had dropped. Oh dear, had she yet to take a rest? Bicolored eyes softened, looking toward he deputy worriedly.

"I am doing alright, love. I have not done nearly as much as you," she responded, a small part of her feeling guilty at the fact, "Please, come with me to rest, darling. Only for a little while, yes? You may continue to work after you have allowed your paws to relax. And I will help if needed." It was clear Bumblebreak was exhausting herself. It would be rude to allow the she-cat to continue whilst she sat back and took a (rather unnecessary, if she was honest) nap.

Waving her tail to gently brush it against Bumblebreak's side, Gentledoe attempted to lead her toward the edge of the camp. She settled down, lowering onto her side and leaving room for the other to sit beside her, lips curling into a smile. Waiting for Bumblebreak, she looked around the camp, the swirling guilt within her rising more. The camp was still rather overgrown, and yet she had done nothing other than take Spiderthroat out hunting for herbs with her. It was how it always was, she was so... lazy.

But change wasn't necessarily her thing... was it?

Hm.

[ @dino. ]

bumblebreak === >

Bumblebreak let her eyes close for a moment before she pulled away. No, she couldn't rest. She still had things to do, dens to check on, a clearing to clean up, cats to look over. But Gentledoe was already leading her along, and she found that she didn't have much strength in her to resist. With a grunt of protest, she settled down next to Gentledoe and curled her tail around herself, her muscles groaning in relief.

"Feels like I'm the only one doing anything around here," she muttered, eyes already closing again. "Thrushstar has done nothing at all, Cinderpaw just apparently doesn't care about things that need caring about, and half the Clan's been reduced to slugs."

Picking up the slack was exhausted. She let her head slump against Gentledoe's shoulder. "Jaystride's gone, I'm so damn tired, but stuff needs to get done and I... I can't sit down for long or it'll never get done."