The she-cat would never recover from this instant. Mentally. Her pelt prickled as his tail was laid over her spine, reminding her of when they first met—and of her I-O-U.
Oh dear.
She could act nonchalant! This was nothing. Forcibly smoothing her fur, she cleared her throat. "They're still quite young... But considering the clear absence of a disciplinarian... Well." There was a brief pause accompanied by silence before she copied his gesture, her tail lightly settling on his back too.
Her voice lowered to a mere whisper and she spoke, "I'm going to sound dense, but. Were you poking fun at me, or were you... Um. Serious just now?" Cedarstrike wasn't usually one to beat around any bush, but attention in this respect seemed to make her sheepish and unsure of herself.
Mountaintalon simply hummed in response to her initial words. There wasn't much to be said there that hadn't already been voiced. The rapscallions clearly needed a better minder.
With her question, however, he inclined his head and smiled. "I don't make a habit of making fun of cats I take a liking to, my dear. Yes, of course I'm being serious."
heavily scarred & skinny black tom with white speckles; cloudy light amber eyes. walks with a prominent limp & has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip.
content + interaction warning : this character frequently explores themes of mental health, complex trauma, and abuse
the silent ticked on, for a moment he thought he missed the sound of pawsteps fading away and was simply staring into nothingness until he heard it. a quiet shuffle, someone settling next to him.
wormbite attempted to hold out hope that perhaps the apprentice would simply stay in silence, simply trying to get a spot in the crowd. of course, this was vanished when the thunderclanner piped up with questions of all things. his expression kept blank, but he hunched down slightly — as if maybe if he was smaller, she would stop paying attention to him.
he gave a short nod in response, figuring there was no use in lying when riverclan had a rather distinct scent. he kept his gaze fixated to the ground, attempting to focus to hear if any of the leaders were speaking.
".. damp, yes. perhaps more.. mucky near where we fish, but even then the floor typically consists of sand or gravel. depends on the area. " he answered after a while, keeping his answers short and non-descriptive. the less a thunderclanner knew the better, but how .. soggy riverclan was wasn't particularly useful. besides, it was far from boggy. the streams and the rivers - ponds; lakes, they were all much more pleasant than such a word like boggy implied.
wormbite's ear twitched as fadingstar begun to speak. brief, but works. no one seemed to be complaining too much.
after a while, he finally prompted the apprentice, ".. shouldn't you go sit with your mentor?" wasn't that the typical standard? at least for younger apprentices. he was offering a way out.
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Her early apprentice days were often busy and overwhelming, and Gorseflower took everything so seriously. Sometimes the tabby would worry until her stomach was in knots. But having Rabbit around always made her feel calmer. A faint smile spread across her muzzle as she thought back to their younger days. Rabbitfur could be such a mouse-brain, but Gorseflower couldn't deny that he's always been kind and devoted, too. Back then she was even more difficult to deal with, but Rabbit never seemed to mind. He always seemed to enjoy it, in fact. Gorseflower couldn't deny she didn't love it too.
"Eh, I guess you did turn out okay," she mewed teasingly, bumping her shoulder against his. "Eventually." She watched with amusement as Daffodil continued her very enthusiastic conversation with another young cat.
A light chuckle rumbled in her throat when Rabbitfur mentioned finding another cat to appreciate her energy. "Oh, definitely," she purred in agreement before continuing. "But you can always just bombard a cat with nonstop energy until you wear 'em down too, right, Rabbit?" She gazed at her mate through narrowed eyes, a hint of adoration in her bright green eyes. She always loved Rabbitfur's energy. It almost never failed to bring up the energy of those around him. But she also loved teasing him too. Their playful banter kept Gorseflower feeling young.
A purr rolled in the she-cat´s throat. ´´Deer are usually calm, I suppose.´´
The silver-and-black warrior shook her head. ´´Unfortunately, I did not. Bumblestar didn´t choose me to go. However, I did stand guard back at camp.´´
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Doeflame
"I s'pose," Doeflame said. "They're not really aggressive, but the best warriors are usually calm and not picking fights, right? Then you meet them in battle and their claws are to your throat before you can say 'mouse'." Of course, deer didn't fight- she didn't think they did, anyway. If faced with danger they ran away. But she wasn't going to compare herself to that part of their nature.
Doeflame made a sympathetic face at Silverleopard's next statement. "Shame. Guarding camp doesn't come close to the excitement of a battle. Especially such a bloody one. We didn't lose any cats, I don't think, but there were heaps of dead fish. You should have seen it, they ran away with their tails between their legs." She remembered the cat she had been fighting, who certainly had her tail between her legs. She should count herself lucky she wasn't one of the dead; Doeflame had been in a good position to kill her at one time. Fortunately for her, that wasn't how she rolled. Instead she had made her think she would kill her. Much more fun.
Oh my stars, ''Cricketkit!''
Spiderlingkit exclaimed with evident surprised as her turned around fast enough to give her whiplash. ''I was supposed to come with daddy, not you! What're you doing here?''
The kitten's voice came out in a hurried whisper as her shoulder roughly bumped against that of her smaller littermate, birefly pouting over the father-daughter time he was so rudely interupting (but that's what you get with twelve pests running around, and she was the worst of it). ''You could've at least told me you were following.''
She bluberred together with a pointed look - well, maybe it did come from a spot of concern. Just a little one, for her sibling, she wouldn't want him to be eaten by some predator after all (which of course didn't apply to her, duh). She had to give in either way, he was already here, and Bumblestar was screaming at them. Her eyes moved to the leader, observing the twitched with irritation face.
Then, finally, and not to any of the other deputy's help, came daddy Spiderthroat. Her face contorted into a happy, lopsided grin, even as he began to scold herself and Cricketkit too -- Spiderlingkit had no patience for that, instead bringing out her bestest, and brightest smile. ''Daddy! Dunno why Cricketkit came (or how), but 'tis real simply, really. I just walked outta of camp to be with you!''
And the gathering. ''I thought you'd have figured that out, don't'ya, Cricketkit?''
Spiderlingkit knew full-well what she was doing, but the sensation of a feathered tail covering her paws actually made her a little happy - the scolding, even, was hardly anything to bat an eye at. Because it almost looked like Spiderdad was actually acting like a father, the lack of action in that regard having spured on this stunt. Even if she couldn't care less about some of the things that were being said, she gave a resigned sigh and met his eye. ''We didn't die, though, daddy. But alright. You're being nice... Like a daddy! I'll apologise.''
This time.
Without complaint Spiderlingkit let herself be swept up with a little weeee, taking great joy in the strange flying sense as her paws dangled off thhe ground. ''Don' drop us, though.''
She giggled quietly, once again managing her sweetest and bestest cute kit face when presented to the gathered higher ups. ''M' sorry! We just wanted to be wit' daddy... See ya at the next gathering! Bye Aunty Bumble!''
Joking, joking... Probably. She waved and let herself be carried without further complaint, only whispering back a few, joyfully jabbed words at Spiderthroat with a toothy grin. ''That's okay, you can stay home with us.''
Cricketkit frowned as his sister talked. booorrinngg!!! he just wanted to be with spiderpop!! "No fair!! i wanna spend time with spiderpop too!!" he squeaked in protest. "fine fine fine, im sorry. NOW SPIDERPOP I WANT A BADGER RIDE PLEEEEEAWAAHH!!" he squeaked out as spiderpop picked him and spiderlingkit up, speakin some muffled words. "Sorry auntie!!! Sorry other strange cats!!" he squeaked, green eyes wide. They smelled weird.
"Next time we're doin this together, you don't get to hog spiderpop," he whispered to his sister
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Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
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Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
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My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
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