
May 4th, 2025, 04:18 PM
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I am truthless recluse
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Join Date: Jan 2021
Status: Im literally truthless recluse.. /nsrs
Gender: Male
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The rook and the recluse [P]
"The recluse."
CATFISH CHIRP
He/Him - Warrior - Shadowclan
Mind Reader | Agatha kitty | Heightened perception (hearing)
CatfishChirp was slumped down in a corner of the camp- it was a particularly pleasant day, perfect for a chance to catch some extra prey or perhaps even.. start a conversation. As it stood there were no specific feline’s lingering in the clearing he wanted to or had any impulse to start a conversation with. Tail waving lightly he rose to his paws and found his focus fall upon a particular enforcer. If he could recall there was quite some fuss made over how an enforcer stepped down rather than was replaced.. or something along those lines. He wasn’t there so it was hard to know the exact details. Was it too late to say congratulations as a conversation starter? And, more importantly, did he really want to speak with an.. enforcer. He didn’t find those higher in the ranks as cats who sat around to chat.
Moving over, CatfishChirp promptly cleared his throat. If that didn’t get RookFire’s attention he offered a careful “Excuse me..” Now that he’d actually gone and started conversation somewhat Catfish stirred thinking on what to actually say. Perhaps some light chitchat with no goal would be enough to satisfy the horrible need to speak to another living breathing feline. Socialising.. was not the easiest thing to do on a whim! Although he found himself stuck in more chance encounters lately it wasn’t enjoyable to make up conversation topics on the spot. But once again here he was starting a conversation he would end up running his mouth in anyway. He picked his words MUCH more carefully than usual, meaning he was twice as slow to speak.
“RookFire… Correct?” surely he’d at least got their name right, despite the spaced apart speaking he was generally well-collected in demeanour which was good, “Quite.. nice weather… I think. Probably… good for.. hunting. Not like i intend to go hunting but…” Catfish blanked seemingly lost in thought. Such thoughts being he needed a new thing to speak about outside of this train wreck weather talk. Fast. Gossip infront of an enforcer sounded foolish, although he usually had worse self-control on spreading rumours so he supposed it was a pat-on-the back moment for himself. “An enforcer for long?” that sounded like a much better topic. Catfish indulged in menial gossip more than he did actual factual information so he had the tendency to miss out on what was actually happening in the clan.
[Please ignore how messy this is uhm.. i was trying to get this actually done before i forgot ] @ alec
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