[alkaline]

goldenshrike

Grass, tickling his chin. Or, in this moment, Duskshiver's tail. Goldenshrike glowered at the retreating figure of his clanmate. How abhorrently unprofessional and immature. How dare he make him look like some shrew in need of help? Embarrassing. Birds have fallen with greater grace. At least he was unsurprised by the additional, temporary company. He'd caught the vibrations from Duskshiver's footsteps like a mouse.

And now Faithwillow was inching away from him, too. Goldenshrike's ears burnt with shameful awkwardness. He opened his mouth but left it hanging upon finding no words to say. They were still waiting for Thunder and Shadow to arrive, but Goldenshrike would shrivel up and die like a dry riverbed if he stuck around either cat any longer. Thus woefully decided, he turned his eyes to the amassed flock and studied the variously colored pelts. Nothing stuck out to him; he wandered off, carefully treading to avoid the stray tail or stuck-out paw. Maybe he could've stayed by Duskshiver's pelt because his offer had seemed legitimate.

Seemed.

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