death note [p]

[versailles]

QUILLPAW
he/him | 9.5 moons | tall, dark grey tabby tom, varying grey markings with heterochromatic amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader, silver tongue ]

quillpaw's shoulders relax once treetiger finally nods. honestly, he hasn't been expecting for his little 'find a way to help others' spiel to actually work. like he actually cares about anyone enough to go through all that. maybe it'll be useful for himself in the future, though. so, he pushes the idea to the back of his mind for safe keeping. "thank you." he responds, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. he supposes it's the least he can do, even if he's a little wary of the thunderclanner and her suspicious stares.

seriously, is he the only one that doesn't know how to magically conjure items? well, that doesn't quite matter right now. he's much more focused on the shiny looking rock occupying the space between him and treetiger. it's covered in some unknown substance, he figures something harmful. his maw wrinkles in a cringe at the horrible noise that follows her scraping her claws against the stone. ugh. fortunately, treetiger speaks up soon after so his mind doesn't have to linger on that horrid noise.

"weaponizing snake venom.." he hums. interesting, he thinks, amber-blue eyes appearing to shine brighter. scratch that, it's more than interesting, it's brilliant. he nods, ears twitching as a sign he's listening intently. as the stone is pushed towards him, he's quick to unsheathe his claws and scrape them gently (to avoid creating such a grating noise) against the venom covered rock, coating his claws in the substance. "this is smart," he comments softly, lifting a paw to examine his venom slicked claws.

of course, there is the problem of actually attaining the venom. shadowclan has darkwater mire, but he's not sure about any snakes residing in the bog. that'll be a problem.., he internally groans, carefully watching treetiger's demonstration. "I'll keep that in mind," he comments, offering a nod of agreement at thrush's statement. does he have any questions? he considers this for a moment before shaking his head. "no. though, I appreciate the information you've both shared with me."

quillpaw doesn't miss the thinly veiled venom in treetiger's words, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly. he simply flashes a foxy grin at the thunderclanner, nodding. "I'm sure we'll get along." he replies, not bothering to hide the edge to his tone. suddenly, everything began to fade around him into pitch blackness, bringing the dream to an end as he wakes up in his nest.

[ @SuspiciousMindz figured we could wrap this up here ahah ]