Originally Posted by Ruthenselle
Blueish white...that was the colour the tip of the she-cat's tail was dipped in. It wasn't incredibly noticeable, just generally flashed out at first glance; sometimes causing the viewer to skip a beat and look again. At the moment, it was hidden under one of her paws. Instinctively, the tiny speck slunk out from beneath, and lifted itself up- all in one fluid movement. I mustn't let this Eeriepaw stress too much about my irritation, Dropwhisker fussed mentally, ignorant to the irony of the situation. Her mind whirled, recounting previous experiences when another cat would apologize, and she'd apologized back. Now she bent her head to the apprentice, "No, no, it's no problem." To any onlooker, the sight was undoubtedly bizarre. A fully grown warrior (small for her size, but the fact did remain) submitting to a younger, itty-bitty, new Clan cat? Where was her dignity? Dead in the fresh-kill pile for sure. Dropwhisker paid no mind to this.
Dropwhisker drew her lips backwards on her plain muzzle. Not an aggressive gesture, but rather a horrified one. Her own family line was calm and strangely normal. No unnatural deaths that she knew of. The lower part of the RiverClan feline's mouth hinged open, appalled. Needless to say, Eeriepaw appeared to be taking the deaths in a better manner. So she quickly regained her composure, blinking slowly and sympathetically. If it was another Clanmate, Dropwhisker would have smoothed out the fur along the other's spine. Better safe than sorry though. She could not risk traumatizing Eeriepaw by touching her. Swallowing a wistful sigh, Dropwhisker fastened this decision firmly in the back of her mind. Just in case she felt more friendly urges; her eyes darkened at the prospect of it happening. "I'm sorry," Drop mewed solemnly, then, with a jolt, perceived that the phrase must have been how countless others had reacted, meaning her words meant nothing. "I'm also sorry that I cannot feel the same lurching emotion you feel, Eeriepaw," she continued. "And I'll say sorry once more, sorry that you probably had to go through hearing those two words from cats who just could not feel what you felt when they...when they died."
The corners of her eyes crinkled as Eeriepaw touched her velvety fur. Internally, Dropwhisker's brain hustled to eliminate the 'do not touch' thought from before. Alarm bells rung. But steadily her mind accommodated the brand-new freedom. Its strides matched up and ran simultaneously with Dropwhisker's exterior, her actions. Purring, she chortled, "Thanks." Deep in her rain brimmed orbs a mischievous twinkle arose, much like her brother's more common ones. "I shouldn't be so ahead of myself, hm? I've got a long way to go before becoming an elder, and so do you! Actually, would you care to hang out today? We can exchange our favourite places around camp - or hey, maybe outside! Whatever you want," she ended warmly.
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