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Originally Posted by Duskflight
{Lol you're fine, I totally forgot about this anyways !!}
With the constant movement and chatter of others in the warriors den, the bob-tailed tom didn't even notice the former deputy pad into the den. That, and he was far too deep into his own wild, colliding thoughts to truly bother paying any attention to his surroundings. Thoughts of his father, of his joining the peacemakers, the demotion of the very deputy that supported them in their peacemaker ideals, clan politics, everything. He hated how much he thought of everything, how much he dwelled on and over thought things when others were able to just push them to the back of their minds and move on.
It was only when he heard the voice did Ibisprowl jolt his head up from his paws to stare in bewilderment at Windygale. For a second it didn't register that this cat was the former deputy, the only thing registering for him was that this cat was... Actually talking to him. That didn't happen often, not really at all unless others were forced to talk to him. He never came off as a friendly cat, more of a social outcast than anything. So why was this cat talking to him?
And then it clicked. "W-Windygale..?" The tom's eyes widened, his soft, whispery voice filled with utter surprise and confusion. No one of power ever spoke or acknowledged him, the only time he was acknowledged by a deputy was when he was being assigned to a patrol, and the leader when clan meetings were held and yet... Here. Here was Windygale, right before him, actually speaking to him. And he knew his name. A nervous tingle fluttered in his stomach and he wasn't sure why. "Good... Good evening.. Windygale." Awkwardly he dipped his head and glanced away. "Am... I in your nest?" Ibisprowl glanced at the nest he lay in, even though he knew this was the one he normally claimed. Perhaps it had slipped his mind. |
He blinked in surprise as the other feline's head shot up. Had he startled his Clanmate? It seemed he was shocked, but why? Was it the fact that he was... him? He didn't think himself as... popular, per se, but he used to be the deputy. Getting himself demoted only made himself more known. Well, just because he was well-known didn't mean he would treat himself like he was the Clan leader. No, he was a warrior. On the same level as everyone else.
But before he could say, do anything, even formulate a thought, Ibisprowl started to speak. Oh no, he seemed nervous. He didn't really want that kind of vibe from himself, maybe he had been too formal. Windygale himself was usually awkward and loud, and he loved conversation. The thing was, he believed he was getting better at pairing names with faces. Ugh, he could still recall his first Gathering, not recognizing Auroraflame, perhaps one of the most seasoned deputies. But he was getting better, and maybe that was becoming more formal than his usual "Hey... you!" He also believed that the pressures of deputyship had forced him to lose part of his joking nature and gain a more serious, businesslike one at times.
"No - no, Ibisprowl, you're fine. I just wanted to talk, if that's fine with you." He shifted his weight, trying t move just a smidge to get the tension out of his muscles. He hoped to have just a normal conversation with Ibis, get to know more than just his name. After giving Ibis a decent amount of time for a response, he asked a question. "So... how have you been doing?" Honestly, the fuzzy feline hated conversation starters. They were all so bland and only left room for a select few responses. And yet that's all he could think of. Just, how are you. Yuck.