Me, myself and I. [Private/Practice-rp]

[Fritter]

(This thread will be used for practice roleplaying / solo roleplaying as “The Recluse” / catfish chirp. I may post here occasionally just to test how i want to write his posts or try a new writing style. )


"The recluse."
CATFISH CHIRP
He/Him - Warrior - Shadowclan
Mind Reader

The sun picked its way up from the tree’s and the hills that hid it ever so well from sight during the night, each second it spent clawing its way above the tree’s bristly leaf-coverage it sent sprawling showers of sunlight upon everything below. He stirred to the scent of morning and pine-needles, the sunlight breaching the warriors den and pouring through with its ever so obvious want to be noticed and commented on. Clearly even the sunlight managed to bug him- as if it were a feline right before him dragging him into yet another conversation. Stretching out he found himself sluggish, all his social battery had been drained by the long draw of the day before and the day before that.

And every day prior.

It took only for as long as he stretched for The Recluse to think upon what he wanted to do today, a quiet hunt and a peaceful relaxation in the territory should refresh him (and his ability to tolerate those who tug him into conversation for a little bit longer). He unfortunately had to include his siblings in this distaste for others, the two were not overwhelmingly noisy or anything quite like those catfish found insufferable but still managed to ebb away at his energy either way. Catfish slumped down against a warmed stone- showing the sun managed to provide something useful to him other than a glare and flash of light for once, he worked at his scruffy fur although barely put much effort in. He held no plans to seem collected today anyhow. The start of the day held a polite quietness as if acknowledgments had been made of his exhaustion which made it easier for Catfish to impulsively leave on a lengthy hunt and perhaps dwindle in the sunshine well it still remained there. The idea of resting upon his side in a well lit and only prey-stirred area was immensely appealing and the need to sit down and fuss meaninglessly over his fur quickly evaporated.

Clambering over the sloped exit out of camp he flicked out his paws and glanced around, the air held a MUCH more clear taint of pine and prey, which was clearly running well- despite the early awakening he still found plenty of prey-scents to pursue. Catfish sighed slowly and then began to trek further from camp, although there were prey scents here it would be against what the whole “take a lot of time on a hunt to catch your breath” or whatever this was. As he made his further away from camp the usual eerie shroud of darkness- with few light to split it apart- meant it was going to be much easier to take a longer stretch of time out of camp unnoticed this way. Should he hunt first or after the break?.. probably after. This whole thing was seeming more deserting of his clan by the second, he visibly shuddered at such a thought. Taking a little break outside of camp might not be so wise when there was the chance of being caught the moment patrols started going out. Then he would have a thing to worry about. He froze in hiding tracks and idled.

He probably didn’t deserve this whole long break anyway. What kind of warrior struggled to tolerate small conversation? A few more forced chit chats wouldn’t hurt. Very very long chitchat that ended up in awkward silence so he had something to stew over the moment others mived away. Very very long chitchat that drained his other-cat tolerance to the ground. Usually he lied every second of a conversation but that was slipping as he grew more tired from the day. Perhaps lying was a much nicer thing if it lead him to much less conversations before everything got so exhausting. Additionally as a kit he was told to ‘bite your tongue!’ quite often when he spilled out the truth. He shuddered back into motion from his thoughts and his paws moved along before he slumped down just under a tree, the shadow was cool and a nice break from the glare of the sun- how could windclan tolerate a tree-barren territory? It drove him crazy just having sunlight flash over his den and face in the morning like a sudden switch from night to day. For a feline who planned so confidently the day ahead in their waking thoughts he misjudged his own want to head out of camp so impulsively. He tensed and rose back to his paws, starting to trek back. Without prey to show for it? Really?

He was quick to part his jaws and drink in the scents in the air better, blinking as he caught the scent of a mouse, close by too, somewhere ahead of him. He skunk into a hunter’s crouch and moved carefully through the shadows blinking as he closed the distance between him and the rodent, it seemed to be oblivious busily munching away on a seed from the ground.. tensing he leapt at it trying to judge the distance properly before landing upon it and nipping its neck. Now to head back and get this prey piece on the pile..