Re: RiverClan Clearing
[ Ginger'snap - a brown and white tom with blue eyes ]
[ he/him ]
The sound of the surrounding cats' chatter was loud in a certain toms ears, as he glanced around at everyone else. He was somewhat new to this whole social thing, because truly, he was unaware that cats often surrounded him. He just hunted, and came back. It was a daily and often thing that the tom was used to, a thing that he hadn't really noticed before...
He had thought of social interactions before, but his worse half - his self-consciousness and social worry - had gotten the better of him. He had often just quietly slunk away into the shadows, enjoying the shade and the peace of the often full clearing. Now that it was leaf-bare, it was more cold, so he had to sit outside of the shadows more often, in the sunlight.
He had often worried that someone would approach him while he basked on a rock that lay strewn in camp, strike up a conversation.
However today felt different for Ginger'feather, and he believed that maybe, just maybe, he could talk to a cat around the camp. Most were involved in interactions already, so he slowly started to pass by, looking for maybe a more calm cat, someone that he could just easily slide a "hello" to.
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