Garlic n' Raven /Private interaction thread/

[Fritter]

Garlic Feather
Purrks: Killer Aptitude Tier 3, Just a scratch
Info: He/Him - Warrior

He was soaking in the sunlight wellst he could, although clouds were forming ( and had been all day ) for the season it was much warmer than he'd have expected and his thicker-than-usual fur made it that little bit easier to keep out the cold. Garlic Feathers gaze skittered across the clearing, paws shuffling on the sandy/gravel ground- eyes tracking the way that the little stones he was sweeping up with his paw would roll ever so slightly after he would make the movement to roll them at all. Roll was such a curious word- his ears twitched as he tried to force his eyes back to watching the clearing. It was quiet, calm, no major stirring in the camp and no sign of anycat coming toward him. Ever since he'd returned from his two moon ( almost three moons long, but he'd rather say it was shorter.) journey, paired with many new scars and a sour taste in his mouth it had been... difficult. Of course it'd be difficult that's what such a long journey would be but it wasn't just difficult in the fact that he had to walk alot. It was more difficult in the fact that he couldn't quite believe that he was here, he refused to believe he was here for a bit actually. There was also looking around the camp and struggling to name those he could see, he'd never had many friends when he'd left nor through-out this lifetime but he felt like somecat had thrown him into a new clan entirely. There was so much change around him it was hard to swallow it all down at once, new camp, new faces- new faces who'd never seen the fight of all three clans against RiverClan for sure. New faces who'd never seen garlic in their life and probably thought he was a freeloader loner who'd appeared out of nowhere. That's what he felt like at least- anyhow, the clearing is quiet. The sun is out and warm, so garlic is making the most of the sun well its there, making the most of being warm again and the clearing isn't too busy so he can settle down without being bothered much. Garlic rolled his shoulders and found himself stirring in his position, trying to seek out a more comfortable way to rest on such an unfamiliar floor.

A lengthy, frustrated sigh, slipped from gritted teeth as he harshly shoved himself into a sit and found his fur bushed up. He tentatively worked at his fur trying to avoid running his tongue over the scars marking his back, eyes squeezed closed as if he was sleeping in the motion. he'd honestly never faced something like this before, "this" being the constant tiredness and distance now plaguing him like a tick. it was worse before but it wasn't any better now. Did that make sense? After a while of trying to keep himself busy he gave up and turned his head sharply away toward the floor- the floor with the rolling stones, little pebbles. He was still tired, as if when he woke up he'd only be greeted with snarling foul-scented faces. Was it possible to ramble too much mentally? GarlicFeather was admittedly used to it now of course, he was, thinking too much was the easiest pass-time but also the quickest way to dig a rabbit hole of fear for himself. Bringing his head up he yawned and slid onto his side trying to sleep where he was instead, maybe that'd be a nice distraction (sleep being the distraction). He wasn't scared of waking up back in that distant forest at all. Through the time he'd spent sitting there in complete silence Garlic feather's tail tip ad been flicking all over the place, but the main body of his tail never straying from how closely it was held toward his side, gaze narrow and fixed on anywhere but up.

@Luna16
[Apologies if any of this is messy or confusing first post with him since he went missing!! ]

[Luna16]

 

Originally Posted by Fritter

Garlic Feather
Purrks: Killer Aptitude Tier 3, Just a scratch
Info: He/Him - Warrior

He was soaking in the sunlight wellst he could, although clouds were forming ( and had been all day ) for the season it was much warmer than he'd have expected and his thicker-than-usual fur made it that little bit easier to keep out the cold. Garlic Feathers gaze skittered across the clearing, paws shuffling on the sandy/gravel ground- eyes tracking the way that the little stones he was sweeping up with his paw would roll ever so slightly after he would make the movement to roll them at all. Roll was such a curious word- his ears twitched as he tried to force his eyes back to watching the clearing. It was quiet, calm, no major stirring in the camp and no sign of anycat coming toward him. Ever since he'd returned from his two moon ( almost three moons long, but he'd rather say it was shorter.) journey, paired with many new scars and a sour taste in his mouth it had been... difficult. Of course it'd be difficult that's what such a long journey would be but it wasn't just difficult in the fact that he had to walk alot. It was more difficult in the fact that he couldn't quite believe that he was here, he refused to believe he was here for a bit actually. There was also looking around the camp and struggling to name those he could see, he'd never had many friends when he'd left nor through-out this lifetime but he felt like somecat had thrown him into a new clan entirely. There was so much change around him it was hard to swallow it all down at once, new camp, new faces- new faces who'd never seen the fight of all three clans against RiverClan for sure. New faces who'd never seen garlic in their life and probably thought he was a freeloader loner who'd appeared out of nowhere. That's what he felt like at least- anyhow, the clearing is quiet. The sun is out and warm, so garlic is making the most of the sun well its there, making the most of being warm again and the clearing isn't too busy so he can settle down without being bothered much. Garlic rolled his shoulders and found himself stirring in his position, trying to seek out a more comfortable way to rest on such an unfamiliar floor.

A lengthy, frustrated sigh, slipped from gritted teeth as he harshly shoved himself into a sit and found his fur bushed up. He tentatively worked at his fur trying to avoid running his tongue over the scars marking his back, eyes squeezed closed as if he was sleeping in the motion. he'd honestly never faced something like this before, "this" being the constant tiredness and distance now plaguing him like a tick. it was worse before but it wasn't any better now. Did that make sense? After a while of trying to keep himself busy he gave up and turned his head sharply away toward the floor- the floor with the rolling stones, little pebbles. He was still tired, as if when he woke up he'd only be greeted with snarling foul-scented faces. Was it possible to ramble too much mentally? GarlicFeather was admittedly used to it now of course, he was, thinking too much was the easiest pass-time but also the quickest way to dig a rabbit hole of fear for himself. Bringing his head up he yawned and slid onto his side trying to sleep where he was instead, maybe that'd be a nice distraction (sleep being the distraction). He wasn't scared of waking up back in that distant forest at all. Through the time he'd spent sitting there in complete silence Garlic feather's tail tip ad been flicking all over the place, but the main body of his tail never straying from how closely it was held toward his side, gaze narrow and fixed on anywhere but up.

@Luna16
[Apologies if any of this is messy or confusing first post with him since he went missing!! ]

It was another quiet, peaceful, apparently nothing-happening kinda day. Ravenpaw was busying herself sharing tongues with Rainpaw and couldn't surpress a sigh. She lifted her tail before Rainpaw could even interject. "I know, I know, enjoy the quiet and downtime while it lasts." Ravenpaw muttered, ignoring Rainpaw's narrowed eyes. "But it's just...too quiet today. Like time is crawling by so slowly..." To emphasize her point, Ravenpaw crawled on the ground, belly exaggeratedly low, and moved forward dramatically slow. Rainpaw only rolled her eyes and continued her fussy grooming, to which Ravenpaw rolled her own eyes as well. They were twins, but that didn't mean she had to spend every heart beat with her.

Ravenpaw's gaze drifted across the camp at her clanmates. Living their peaceful lives totally undisturbed, until her gaze landed on a cat who seemed to be, frankly, driving himself out of his own mind. Oooo maybe he's bored! Wait... She sat up straight, quick as lightning, ignoring her sister's squeak of surprise and protest. "Gottago!" Ravenpaw mewed hurriedly before bounding over to the figure. She recognized this tom from the stories and whispers she's been hearing around the camp. Garlicfeather! Now there was a cat who was surely as bored as she was! A cat who went on adventures like him would have tons of stories to share and tricks to teach too! Having gotten over a lot of her shyness by waltzing up to Brokenstream that one time (and everytime after that), Ravenpaw had no lack of confidence as she slowed and strode up to Garlicfeather.

"Hey! Garlicfeather right?" She called as she neared. The tom's anxiously twitching tail-tip told her to warn him of her approach, she didn't want to lose an ear over this like Irisdream had with the dogs. "I'm Ravenpaw!" She introduced herself, now firmly placing herself in front of the warrior, crouching down so she was eye-level with him. "Nice ta meetcha! I've heard a lot about you!" Eyes glittering with excitement as she purred, she couldn't wait to see what kind of cat it takes to survive all that he must have survived! Surely this will help her grow stronger!