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Originally Posted by Panda
(I'll forgive your lateness if you'll forgive mine >.<)
The she-cat gave a gentle nod, understanding his difficulty to translate her gestures. Her expression changed a to more of a timid tone when she noticed him becoming so flustered by her request. Ugh, how do I get across 'Unless you don't want to.' It's not like he can read my thoughts. She let out a quiet sigh of annoyance trying to think through her actions.
After a moments pause, she turned tail and looked back to him. She tilted her head a few times repeatedly from him to in front of her, before beginning to trot away. There, hopefully, that will get the sign across. If he doesn't want to come, he just doesn't need to follow. At this point in her life, she was rather used to all the strange, confused looks she would get when she tried to communicate, and more often than not, it was only the quick-minded that would be able to translate her 'words'. Being left out or simply ignored was a common occurrence in her would, so if he didn't follow, why would she care? The 'why should I care' mindset was one she adopted to get through most situations. That small phrase always seemed to keep her going through lonely situations, despite its conceited appearance.
_ @ Aurora Australis _ |
[ ohhhh im really sorry i thought it was your turn x.x ]
Windygale felt his pelt grow warm as he realized maybe he had misinterpreted what the other feline had communicated to him. As he was about to open his maw, she saved him from flailing on his words by walking away. He couldn’t just let her walk away, that was definitely against what he believed in. “Wait a second,” He meowed, bounding after his clanmate. After a few leaps, he caught up with her, fluffy fur messed up. “I’ll hunt with you, if you don’t mind. I could use some company.” immediately spotting a wren on the low branch of a pine, Windygale smiled and mouthed, “this one’s mine”. He clawed his way up the tree, only losing his grip once. Luckily, he made it to the bough in one piece. The wren was oblivious to his presence; it continued to peck at the branch. Licking his maw, the deputy leapt, aiming for the bird. Unfortunately, he missed, and the wren called a shrill alarm and disappeared into the nettles of the pines. “Mouse-du-“ he didn’t finish before he heard a crack from the base of the branch. Without thinking, Windygale sprang down to the ground. It was a few fox-lengths down. Needless to say, he landed clumsily, paws splaying in all directions. He wasn’t hurt, though. The branch swayed ominously in the wind. “Okay, maybe you should’ve gotten that one.”