[Fritter]

Originally Posted by alec

ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]
⤷ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ mid 20s | large & lean ˗ ★
~ the eclipse ~

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

the warrior that approached rookfire on this fine day was not one he recognised easily, not even really by sight. either they were new or had been doing their best to blend into the crowd. his careful 'excuse me' put rook in good spirits though, almost used to apprentices just coming up to him and rudely asking for training. if he werent such a nice cat there would be more than one little rat of an apprentice limping from the amount of work he'd have them do. but alas, he was involved in a conversation now,.. probaly.

"yep, thats me.. ah catfish..chirp right?" he replied willingly, ignoring the seconds the other had seemingly pondered his words. yada yada small talk about the weather, as if he cared. uhhhh boringgg. pointing out how good the weather was for hunting and then backpeddaling in saying he didnt intend to go hunting was quite the choice but alas he didnt really care much. most warriors were pretty lazy.

still, rookfire chuckled at the question, 'an enforcer for long' oh they had no idea. "could say that i guess" despite that overall dismissive reply, the enforcer only pondered telling catfishwhisker more for a couple of heartbeats. he didnt really like to dive into anything involving shadowclans apperant distrust of him, he didnt even know why, but bragging with his past was something he did allow himself to indulge in every once in a while.

"ah theoretically ive only been an enforcer again since last moon but the first time was in early greenleaf last season cycle until early leaffall. was a medic until leafbare after" he explained, only recognising that a warrior should probably be aware of that. if the other tom were an apprentice he may understand but they were a full warrior, in no way young enough to not remember him as a medicine cat last leafbare.

"bit odd ya dont remember huh?" silver eyes had narrowed and his voice taken a couple of metaphorical steps back out of the almost lighthearted tone he had wandered into at some point.

[ @Fritter ]

"The recluse."
CATFISH CHIRP
He/Him - Warrior - Shadowclan
Mind Reader | Agatha kitty | Heightened perception (hearing)

CatfishChirp’s ears twitched as he was recognised- sort of. Had his name been brought up somewhere before.. or..? He hadn’t spoken to Rook before from what he recalled so it must be something else. The conversation was more of Catfish’s input than the others at first but the enforcer question seemed to be a paw-step in the right direction. He listened to the followup- about how Rook was an enforcer before then a ‘medic’.. as in medicine cat? He didn’t intend to seem more interested than he already was in conversation after that but anycat with knowledge or skills he could acquire was someone he wanted to talk to. Of course that wasnt to say he hadn’t been disinterested but since this was the main cat (or more only cat) to talk to right now in terms of whether or not they’ll enjoy conversation.. just overall medical knowledge intrigued him. Back to being an enforcer after being someone working in such a position of both importance to the clan and others did confuse him slightly. But questioning the decision would be rude, very rude.

“From enforcer.. to medic… to enforcer?” he paraphrased, tail flicking as he tried to keep himself composed. More in trying to not ask the questions that he should keep his maw shut for(from the questioning of his lack of know how on rook’s various roles) but also in any ‘did you hear about.. ‘s slipping out. In terms of why he didn’t know about this he could answer honestly and say that he was too busy listening to falsities and eavesdropping to bother with who was in what position of power, but he was certain only a cat who wanted both ears knicked and a free exile from the clan would do so. Although he could think of better ways to word it. Unfortunately his speaking ceased to speed up from its usual pace, mind lingering on each word and shifting on what to say next. “I don’t.. keep.. track of … many cats.. in the clan.. when so many….come and go.” A careful response, although he spoke it with a seemingly genuine tone. Although he didn’t think on it earlier recalling it did seem like the comment on how it was odd he didn’t remember did seem much less friendly than previous words.

Looping back to the previous topic would secure the ‘friendly’ tone back- surely. He meticulousy picked out the way he moved, keeping himself well collected or however it would be seen as. He wouldn’t be caught dead lazily yawning or seeming too relaxed. He was still speaking with someone ranked higher than him whether or not they were in the same clan. “How is.. being an enforcer.. anyhow? I.. don’t imagine it’s.. easy.” he added a curious head-tilt although it was brief. If the conversation went well, Catfish hadn’t considered to what end he was going to keep idling here and chittering about any topic he could muster.

[im sick well typing this so feel free to let me know if anything here doesn’t make sense!!]