- May 17, 2023
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sanctified, magnified ─── Exhaustion was becoming a part of him and Rookfang was unsure how to feel about it. It wasn't the body, it wasn't the mind. There was this heaviness as if some invisible boulder had stacked itself in between his drooped shoulder blades. He knew his mind never enjoyed the idea of settling down, to take the silence of the world and join the trance, there was always something that he held was necessary to do. His paws itched with the drained feeling, as if there was sand stuck in between them and so, the dark chocolate warrior began to stalk out of the warrior's den, his large form always having some sort of trouble pushing out of it. He always wondered if his absent father had been a Thunderclan cat, they tended to be on the larger side while Windclan appeared the smallest form-wise. With Riverclan, it was about being streamlined like a river otter, sleek and polished. He knew he stuck out like a sore thumb with his fur causing him to look an inky thistle, and with a lumbering figure that was above most of his clanmates, the oddity was as if the sore thumb had been smashed again. A low huff escaped him as he finally stumbled out, his paws stumbling for a second as he clung to the hope of regaining his balance and posture. He almost did but it wasn't after he had almost collided with the smaller form of the cinnamon tabby. Rookfang's mixed eyes widened as his thick tail aimed to help steady the other as he managed to straighten himself up, velvety ears slightly turning back in embarrassment.
"Ah, sorry Foxtail. Are you alright?" Rookfang questioned, the tom's facial features contorting with dismay at his lack of balance impacting not just himself. He needed to learn how to maneuver himself better out of the warrior's den but with the warmer conditions, he knew he would be able to have a good excuse to start sleeping outside of it. He always felt awkward and stuffy in the den anyway, as much as he cherished being alongside the others, the warrior had never found enjoyment in curling into others for warmth and comfort. Perhaps it was due to his thick pelt, he knew others enjoyed it during leafbare times but once the heat of the other season struck, he felt like he had been set ablaze and left to perish. The river would become a constant companion during that time for him and he was mentally forcing himself to be prepared for when the scorching heat would strike. But for now, newleaf was alive and vibrant, bringing the sanctity of life back after what felt like long moons of ivory hills and glass-like icicles hanging menacingly above their heads. Rookfang's mind was already beginning to float off with his thoughts but he forced himself to bring it back down to reality, awaiting Foxtail's reply. He didn't really know the other male and his lack of social skills, made it even harder. If only he had Snakeblink's tongue for occasions like this, the lead warrior always knew how to bring a subject out of thin air while Rookfang was still struggling to find what word he should start with.
"Ah, sorry Foxtail. Are you alright?" Rookfang questioned, the tom's facial features contorting with dismay at his lack of balance impacting not just himself. He needed to learn how to maneuver himself better out of the warrior's den but with the warmer conditions, he knew he would be able to have a good excuse to start sleeping outside of it. He always felt awkward and stuffy in the den anyway, as much as he cherished being alongside the others, the warrior had never found enjoyment in curling into others for warmth and comfort. Perhaps it was due to his thick pelt, he knew others enjoyed it during leafbare times but once the heat of the other season struck, he felt like he had been set ablaze and left to perish. The river would become a constant companion during that time for him and he was mentally forcing himself to be prepared for when the scorching heat would strike. But for now, newleaf was alive and vibrant, bringing the sanctity of life back after what felt like long moons of ivory hills and glass-like icicles hanging menacingly above their heads. Rookfang's mind was already beginning to float off with his thoughts but he forced himself to bring it back down to reality, awaiting Foxtail's reply. He didn't really know the other male and his lack of social skills, made it even harder. If only he had Snakeblink's tongue for occasions like this, the lead warrior always knew how to bring a subject out of thin air while Rookfang was still struggling to find what word he should start with.
- OOC | @FOXTAIL
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rookfang ─── WARRIOR of RIVERCLAN [ 03.18.24 ]
⊳ scarred seal point/lilac chimera with stormy blue-gold eyes
⊳ he/him | 45 ☾ | npc x npc [first gen] | mentoring bumblepaw
⊳ detailed biography | 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 | toyhouse | penned by cheeters
