- Jan 31, 2024
- 31
- 10
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Ferretpaw sat with stretching front legs beside Gravepaw, with a half-eaten, young rabbit in between them. They had briefly trained together today, and she thought it only fitting to share prey together, too. Ever since Cygnetstare's death, Ferretpaw would be glued to Gravepaw if she could; if they weren't a moon apart in their training. It was the least she could do to attempt at being kind and empathetic.
But kind and empathetic was a lot of work, and it was absolutely draining. If she wasn't being obnoxiously noisy, she was concerningly quiet. That's why, even now, the two sit in silence for a decent chunk of time, until Ferretpaw finally breaks it with an exasperated groan. "Uggghhhhhh.. why is everything so bleak lately?" Oh. Right. Because everyone and their moms were dying this moon. Ferretpaw side-eyes Gravepaw and quickly adds a little, ".. no offense."
The fawn molly was quick to change the subject. She was bored, and she didn't want to see Gravepaw sulk anymore. She's far from therapeutic, but she's helped enough, she thinks. And, as one last bit of help, he will cheer her friend up with her favorite topic: drama! "Gravepaw, tell me some secrets," she mews in an excitedly hushed voice. When Gravepaw opens her mouth, Ferretpaw quickly interrupts: "Not about yourself. I can ask about you any time. Tell me something about someone else."
A light bulb flashes in her mind. Ferretpaw's brows raise and her lips curl up in a devious smirk. "Like.. oh, here's a good one. Y'know that DuskClan-whatever rogue we're keeping in one of the old burrows? I saw Cottonpaw eating with her this morning. She's barely left her side!" Her grin grows into something more cheeky, more mischievous. "Can't that girl pad after anyone other than traitors?" Ferretpaw then waves her paw dismissively, as if she is too good for the mere topic itself.
Another idea comes to her, but this time, she lowers her voice. After all, the cat in question hasn't been very friendly. "Oh - and don't even get me started on Periwinklebreeze and you-know-who." Even now, she thinks she catches a glimpse of Gravelsnap's black and white pelt working somewhere in camp. She's being scandalous, she knows - the risk of her gossip brings a giggle out of her. "Gravelsnap and Periwinklebreeze are like.. all 'mwah, mwah, mwah' one day and all 'grrr, get your stinky kids away from me' the next. Can't they make up their minds and kiss already?"
A dramatic, wistful sigh leaves Ferretpaw as she closes her eyes and fans her face with her paw, like some kind of parody of what she imagines a romantic, love-struck cat to be. "Oh, love is in the air, isn't it Gravelpaw?"
Then, her eyes open and she gives her friend a wink. "Now it's your turn. Give me something juicy!"
// please wait for @gravepaw !
But kind and empathetic was a lot of work, and it was absolutely draining. If she wasn't being obnoxiously noisy, she was concerningly quiet. That's why, even now, the two sit in silence for a decent chunk of time, until Ferretpaw finally breaks it with an exasperated groan. "Uggghhhhhh.. why is everything so bleak lately?" Oh. Right. Because everyone and their moms were dying this moon. Ferretpaw side-eyes Gravepaw and quickly adds a little, ".. no offense."
The fawn molly was quick to change the subject. She was bored, and she didn't want to see Gravepaw sulk anymore. She's far from therapeutic, but she's helped enough, she thinks. And, as one last bit of help, he will cheer her friend up with her favorite topic: drama! "Gravepaw, tell me some secrets," she mews in an excitedly hushed voice. When Gravepaw opens her mouth, Ferretpaw quickly interrupts: "Not about yourself. I can ask about you any time. Tell me something about someone else."
A light bulb flashes in her mind. Ferretpaw's brows raise and her lips curl up in a devious smirk. "Like.. oh, here's a good one. Y'know that DuskClan-whatever rogue we're keeping in one of the old burrows? I saw Cottonpaw eating with her this morning. She's barely left her side!" Her grin grows into something more cheeky, more mischievous. "Can't that girl pad after anyone other than traitors?" Ferretpaw then waves her paw dismissively, as if she is too good for the mere topic itself.
Another idea comes to her, but this time, she lowers her voice. After all, the cat in question hasn't been very friendly. "Oh - and don't even get me started on Periwinklebreeze and you-know-who." Even now, she thinks she catches a glimpse of Gravelsnap's black and white pelt working somewhere in camp. She's being scandalous, she knows - the risk of her gossip brings a giggle out of her. "Gravelsnap and Periwinklebreeze are like.. all 'mwah, mwah, mwah' one day and all 'grrr, get your stinky kids away from me' the next. Can't they make up their minds and kiss already?"
A dramatic, wistful sigh leaves Ferretpaw as she closes her eyes and fans her face with her paw, like some kind of parody of what she imagines a romantic, love-struck cat to be. "Oh, love is in the air, isn't it Gravelpaw?"
Then, her eyes open and she gives her friend a wink. "Now it's your turn. Give me something juicy!"
// please wait for @gravepaw !
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ferretkitFERRETPAW ━━ penned by ixora ━━ TUNNELER APPRENTICE of WINDCLAN ━━ 6 MOONS,, ages every 31st ━━ NPC xx NPC ━━ SIBLING to GORSEKIT ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by MARMOTBITE ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ | ferretpaw is healthy. -
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