- Sep 12, 2024
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(set later in the day after this thread)
Once they've finished their duties for the day, Deerpaw awkwardly leads Vulturepaw out for a quick jaunt to the flower patch. Deerpaw is far from the most loquacious cat in WindClan, so for the most part he pads along silently as he casts awkward glances towards Vulturepaw beside him. They're both tired from working, but the camp already looks and feels so much better with Vulturepaw's sweet-scented decorations hanging all about. More flowers can only mean more improvement, right?
He isn't sure how to talk to Vulturepaw. He wouldn't even know how to start a conversation with himself, if he were a different, just as nervous cat. What would Vulturepaw like from him? Frustratingly, Deerpaw doesn't know much about him, aside from whispers of how he'd defended a DuskClanner. Hadn't she been stolen by them, too? He can't remember, exactly. It all sounds so terrifying, so Deerpaw refrains from bringing it up to avoid upsetting the skittish apprentice, and discomfiting himself. His night-dark, burr-like pelt always within his peripheral vision, Deerpaw sighs, trying to pass it off as taking a deep breath of fresh air, and keeps walking.
When the flower patch finally enters his line of sight, Deerpaw quickens his pace, motioning with his tail for Vulture paw to follow him. He bounds forward and wades into the flowers, sniffing and inspecting them, looking for... "Um, Vulturepaw?" He asks quietly, raising his head to look at them sheepishly. "How... how do I know which ones to pick?" Maybe that's a stupid question. StarClan, he hopes that isn't a stupid question.
@Vulturepaw
Once they've finished their duties for the day, Deerpaw awkwardly leads Vulturepaw out for a quick jaunt to the flower patch. Deerpaw is far from the most loquacious cat in WindClan, so for the most part he pads along silently as he casts awkward glances towards Vulturepaw beside him. They're both tired from working, but the camp already looks and feels so much better with Vulturepaw's sweet-scented decorations hanging all about. More flowers can only mean more improvement, right?
He isn't sure how to talk to Vulturepaw. He wouldn't even know how to start a conversation with himself, if he were a different, just as nervous cat. What would Vulturepaw like from him? Frustratingly, Deerpaw doesn't know much about him, aside from whispers of how he'd defended a DuskClanner. Hadn't she been stolen by them, too? He can't remember, exactly. It all sounds so terrifying, so Deerpaw refrains from bringing it up to avoid upsetting the skittish apprentice, and discomfiting himself. His night-dark, burr-like pelt always within his peripheral vision, Deerpaw sighs, trying to pass it off as taking a deep breath of fresh air, and keeps walking.
When the flower patch finally enters his line of sight, Deerpaw quickens his pace, motioning with his tail for Vulture paw to follow him. He bounds forward and wades into the flowers, sniffing and inspecting them, looking for... "Um, Vulturepaw?" He asks quietly, raising his head to look at them sheepishly. "How... how do I know which ones to pick?" Maybe that's a stupid question. StarClan, he hopes that isn't a stupid question.
@Vulturepaw
[ JUST LOOKING FOR A PROTECTOR, GOD NEVER REACHED OUT IN TIME -- 
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