pafp Dinner and a show | briefing

[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Snakeblink is not much of a nursemaid. He has poor nest-side manners, is awkward in all demonstrations of care or affection, shies away from the vulnerability of others, and generally fails at most of the tasks required to attend to the sick and injured.

If there’s one thing he knows how to do, though, it’s bring cats a meal and some news.

Trout held tightly between his teeth, he pads up to Robinheart’s level, scuffing his paws to make sure he is heard as he approaches her from behind. The fish is laid carefully at her paws, and Snakeblink sits at a respectable distance, tail curled primly over his front paws.

”Hello, Robinheart,” he hums, head swaying a little. ”It is good to see you out and about. I assume Moonbeam did not keep you entirely secluded -- nonetheless, I thought I would offer to… catch you up on anything you may have missed while convalescing.” He tilts his head, glancing around camp from the corner of his eye. A little louder, pointed, he adds, ”Of course, you have my full authorization to tackle me if you notice that my briefing is veering too close to the realm of gossip for anyone’s taste -- light exercise to get you warmed up, hm?”​

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ooc. information.

• @robinheart
  
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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 56 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[robinheart]

The scuffing of paw steps tilt Robinheart’s ears in the direction of the noise, her attention following suit. Surprise lights bright eyes at the sight of Snakeblink - it is not often the lead warrior comes to visit. His duties keep him busy and Robinheart cannot fault him for that. If she were in his pelt she’d be just as busy and unable to visit medicine den residents and queens. “Hello Snakeblink,” the tortoiseshell purrs as a trout is laid at her paws. No matter how many times prey has been brought to her she still finds it hard to accept it entirely for herself. So her tail brushes against the place beside her in silent invitation for the hardworking tom to take a break and enjoy the fish with her.

“Moonbeam couldn’t keep me entirely secluded, not when little voices called out for me from outside of the medicine den. Not so safe for kits. Therefore much of my free time is devoted to them in visits to the nursery. I will be moving back into the nursery here shortly though,” she purrs sweetly, not trying to hide her excitement. Far too long has she been separated from her children. She’s beyond ready to be reunited for good. “That being said, I do need to be caught up on the goings on I have missed. Briefing or gossip are fine by me… No tackling required,” Robinheart adds with a well meaning and playful wink. Besides what he deems a light exercise to get warmed up sounds like an invite for her kits to appear and incite a dog pile on top of the poor lead warrior.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[valesight ➶]

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"Are you sure about that," he asks, peering around the brown tabby tom with an amused frown in Robinheart's direction. If anyone deserved a good tackling over loose lips, it was Snakeblink. Though it felt like a lifetime ago, it seemed he and his tortoiseshell friend had a habit of passing each other the baton to the medicine cat's den. She'd be leaving soon and morbid curiosity in him wondered what would end him up there next. What chapter of great combat or hubris would see his fall?

Glancing towards the lead warrior with a twitch of his whiskers, "What exactly do you know that the clan doesn't?" It wasn't like you couldn't hear the clan meetings from the mouth of this den.... Did he have some sort of network of spies within the clan that had darker, more sinister secrets to share? He should like to be a spy, he thinks.... He's got the stealth for it most times.​

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