- Jun 15, 2022
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Whisker doesn't know the full details on what had happened between the two groups that the clans had split off from. Whether that's because they'd never bothered to learn or because they'd forgotten what had been told to them, they don't know. Either way, Whisker considers themselves lucky to not be burdened by that each night.
Others are not so fortunate.
One of which is a white tom, his face scarred over from the war and eyes unfocused, unseeing. As normal for the bicolor feline, they do not recall his name. But they sympathize with him no less. He seems to always be in a bad mood, an invisible storm cloud hanging over him. Whisker doesn't like seeing anyone upset. So it's with the resolve to brighten the white tom's mood that they scour the forest for something special...
By the time the sun begins to set, Whisker sidles into camp with an aromatic bouquet clasped gently between pearly teeth. They rove over the clearing until they spot him, huddled in a corner and moping as he usually does.
The bouquet is set delicately upon the ground, placed at the tom's snowy paws. Whisker smiles, although they soon remember that he could not see it, but they hope that he could hear it in their voice when they speak up, "I brought you some flowers. Uh, you could line your nest with them... Make it smell nice, y'know? Or, or weave them in your fur! Not that you smell bad or anything..." Whisker laughs awkwardly, shuffling their forepaws around. Stars, they couldn't believe they'd insinuated that he smells bad! They instantly try to backpedal. "You smell quite nice, actually." Oh, wait, was that creepy? "I mean- I haven't been smelling you! I can just... tell?"
Skunk's stripes, shut up!
Their mouth clamps shut with a snap.
@Blinding Star
Others are not so fortunate.
One of which is a white tom, his face scarred over from the war and eyes unfocused, unseeing. As normal for the bicolor feline, they do not recall his name. But they sympathize with him no less. He seems to always be in a bad mood, an invisible storm cloud hanging over him. Whisker doesn't like seeing anyone upset. So it's with the resolve to brighten the white tom's mood that they scour the forest for something special...
By the time the sun begins to set, Whisker sidles into camp with an aromatic bouquet clasped gently between pearly teeth. They rove over the clearing until they spot him, huddled in a corner and moping as he usually does.
The bouquet is set delicately upon the ground, placed at the tom's snowy paws. Whisker smiles, although they soon remember that he could not see it, but they hope that he could hear it in their voice when they speak up, "I brought you some flowers. Uh, you could line your nest with them... Make it smell nice, y'know? Or, or weave them in your fur! Not that you smell bad or anything..." Whisker laughs awkwardly, shuffling their forepaws around. Stars, they couldn't believe they'd insinuated that he smells bad! They instantly try to backpedal. "You smell quite nice, actually." Oh, wait, was that creepy? "I mean- I haven't been smelling you! I can just... tell?"
Skunk's stripes, shut up!
Their mouth clamps shut with a snap.
@Blinding Star