- Jul 29, 2024
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✦ Okay, Butcher would definitely struggle to call her life boring now. Yeah, sure, her time spent at home is dull, all dinner bells and quiet nights and potted plants slapping her in the face, but she needs the dull to balance out... this. Maybe she should've listened to Twitchbolt a little bit more intently than she had - Skyclan wasn't just some hobby. Skyclan was fucking intense. Sparring with each other like it was a tennis exhibition match, cats walking by idly commenting on their form and how to best use those techniques, and not like friends literally physically fighting. Then, actually genuinely fighting folks who came up to the border because they walked right over it. If Butcher had been less grossed out by the border and accidentally walked over it, she could've ended up like Spider's siblings, balled over without a second thought and then some.
(She felt this instant urge to defend Spider's involvement in that fight, but the fight was, like, completely over and there was nothing to defend, so.)
"Hey!" The red splattered cat called before she fully registered what had prompted the greeting. She saw Kite, their dark pelt less obvious against the camp's terrain than Butcher would've assumed, and jogged over to them. The pair of new cats had a bunch in common - being new (duh), the rogues at the border, probably something else that would pad out this list nicely if she could think of it - and Butcher was dying for a sense of familiarity. Enough to tide her over until home time, at least. The hope brought a smile to her voice and had enough change to spare on an upturned corner of her mouth. "Hey, I'm new, too. This clan stuff is really something, huh?"
// @KITE
(She felt this instant urge to defend Spider's involvement in that fight, but the fight was, like, completely over and there was nothing to defend, so.)
"Hey!" The red splattered cat called before she fully registered what had prompted the greeting. She saw Kite, their dark pelt less obvious against the camp's terrain than Butcher would've assumed, and jogged over to them. The pair of new cats had a bunch in common - being new (duh), the rogues at the border, probably something else that would pad out this list nicely if she could think of it - and Butcher was dying for a sense of familiarity. Enough to tide her over until home time, at least. The hope brought a smile to her voice and had enough change to spare on an upturned corner of her mouth. "Hey, I'm new, too. This clan stuff is really something, huh?"
// @KITE