pafp all the ways to stay away && trying to learn

[WASPRATTLE.]

He's been here before, hasn't he?

He stares into the sea, and a thousand, glittering faces stare back. Teaming in their own hidden colony beneath the waves. He was nearly jealous, kept so far from it all. A single prod at the sunken depths would at once have them fleeing. At times, he wouldn't even be able to draw near before he was left in the metaphorical dust. Today was not one such day, and for that, he was grateful; though, he couldn't quite place why. He finds that he would like to know.

That is why he's here, isn't it? To study and to learn. Cicada is readily available for any questions, of course; but he would just like a moment... A moment to parse through things himself and come to a conclusion. The silence stretches for a few– perhaps more than that– some... eerily quiet moments. Little more than the gentle ripping of the river itself. The occasional spray of freshwater, a slight bubbling. Contemplation manifests in knitted brows and a too-intense stare.

It's his shadow, he realizes. Before, they had run from his shadow.

The revelation brings clarity, but oh-too-soon, he slips back into quiet consideration. Approaching was one thing, and fishing another. Skillful in a way he could not possibly place. He's yet to witness it, indeed, but he has looked on as patrols parse through camp's reeds with glittering fish flopping between their jaws. How exactly did they do this do this?

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[Snakeblink]

He’s not sure what to think of Rattling Wasp.

He’s Cicadastar’s brother, and that inspires no small amount of good will towards him. Their fearless leader is a cat unrooted from his home, time and time again: the stars have been kind, this time, to send his family back to him. And Rattling Wasp has been nothing but peaceful and attentive since being welcomed into Riverclan. But he’s also a loner, and strange the way only a life of solitary survival can make you, and Snakeblink… struggles to put his trust in him.

The irony isn’t entirely lost on him: his cautiousness towards the newcomer is born from the same concerns that have been whispered about him. Solitary, hard to read, with eyes that track you like he’s thinking about all your weaknesses. Who knows how apt to clan life he is. Perhaps it’s what he sees of himself in Wasp that disquiets him.

Snakeblink knows his own motives and what he stands for; all he knows of Rattling Wasp is that Cicadastar loves him, and might be blind to his faults. But he’s willing to try and get to know the other cat — to help, and make sure Cicadastar doesn’t have to lose him a second time.

He finds the two near the rapidly-freezing river. Rattling Wasp is gazing intently into the dark water, the same as he was when he was found by a patrol. As if he’s trying to uncover the fish’s secrets. He’s leaning back slightly, enough that his shadow doesn’t fall on the water — either someone has told him or he’s a fast learner. He doesn’t seem to be attempting to claw a fish out of the depths though, only watching in a sort of intent daze. Snakeblink glances quickly at Cicadastar before slinking up to his brother, heralded only by the faint crackling of the frosted grass under his paw.

”You will have more luck trying to catch them than looking at them,” he notes, not unkindly. Some things one learns only through practice. And, also, observation: he doesn’t think Cicadastar has taken him on any fishing patrol yet. ”Would you like me to show you?”
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• — Snakeblink • he / him. 35 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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