autumn days | crimson

[HUCKLEBERRY]

( ☼ ) despite having been in skyclan for quite sometime now there were still some faces he'd come across that could be pinned with a name but nothing further. the smoke was as sociable as they come but it was quite difficult to be able keep up with who you've properly met and chatted with, sometimes the only information he'd get on a specific clanmate is from bits and pieces from idle conversation that fluttered from cat to cat. there was one man whose name was on everyone's tongue as of late and it wasn't hard to understand why, crimsonbite.

huckleberry knew very little of the flat-faced warrior only that he was closed off from the rest and had a less than tasteful attitude but there was something else that had become alot more noticeable from passing observation. crimsonbite is practically withering away, his once lush ginger fur now grows dull and lays matted against an emaciated frame. it was quite alarming to bare witness to, just how long has he been neglecting himself like this?

the former barncat, born with a heart of gold as his mama would put it, was always looking out for others and doing whatever he could to ease anyone's trouble. someone could call him the worst thing in the book but he'd still treat them with kindess even if it was foolish to do. huckleberry always wanted to give people second chances as there's always something more to a person that can be unearthed with a little patience and kindness.

before approaching the lone tom, there was a quick stop at the fresh-kill pile where a decently sized squirrel was plucked. "howdy crimsonbite, ya fancy sharin' this squirrel with me?" the words were slightly muffled by fur but they were filled with a genuine warmth.

@CRIMSONBITE ​

( i hear the wandering streams and the song of the birds )

 

[Lionsnarl]

"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​

He hated that name. Before he registered anything else about the approaching tom, his tail had bottle-brushed at his given name alone. Crimsonbite, for his skill in battle. Crimsonbite, for his brutal nature. Crimsonbite, for the murder he committed without a second thought. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he turned to face his new companion, his malformed muzzle turned up in disgust. The newcomer held a squirrel in his jaws. The ginger king's stomach flipped unpleasantly at the thought of eating.

"I'm not hungry." He responded dismissively. A half-truth. He was famished, near skin and bone, but he knew at this time, he wouldn't be able to keep any more than a few bites down - if at all. He had no appetite and no drive to force himself to have one. And yet... if he glanced at the cat just the right way, he could see a glimmer of another barn cat in his easy posture. His tail softened back into normal fluff at the thought and he turned his seething gaze away.

"Enjoy it. Looks good." He grumbled after a moment, settling into something resembling a loafing position, almost like an invitation for the big tom to accompany him for a moment.​

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[HUCKLEBERRY]

( ☼ ) of course there was always the possibility of rejection from the king himself but atleast he wasn't shoo'd away entirely which seemed like a small step in the right direction. when presented with a vague invitation to join him, huckleberry gladly took it and easily allowed himself to settle down besides the ginger tom while placing the rodent in the space between the two of them. "ah ain't gonna force ya to eat if ya don't want to but if ya change yer mind feel free to grab a bite." he mews, hooded eyes seemingly to soften in hopes crimsonbite would later try to put even a smallest bit of food in his stomach.

the black smoke would partially tuck one of his paws underneath the fluff of his chest to get comfortable before leaning forwards to take a bite out of the squirrel. huckleberry made sure to take his time, to ensure his bites were not too big before swallowing the piece he had been chewing on. " 's hard ta believe that we're already headin' inta leaf-bare. ya reckon we'll be seein' snow this season? ah know folks usually ain't like it that much but ah think its fun to play in!" he rambled with a little laugh accompanying the last of his words, sparing a glance towards his companion besides him.
( i hear the wandering streams and the song of the birds )​

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