- Nov 8, 2023
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Fat prey sitting between his paws, he's settled comfortably on the ground. For the night he's settled uncomfortably in his nest, the soft moss too soft, the bodies lying in the den setting off something in his stomach that has him lying in camp, nursing food to take bites from. Padding of feet suddenly fall in earshot, and he's gritting his teeth. Something stirs uncomfortably in his chest. He sounds a warning at the warrior trotting by, pushing the mouse closer to himself with a curled paw. He can see it, the stranger is going to spit and take and- The sound pauses, and the stranger gives him an incredulous look before continuing his journey to the warriors den. He's tired, the tense grief having him wound tight. Bear's ready to snap his jaws at the next unlucky SkyClan cat passing by.
That unpleasant sensation in his chest lingers. "Don't do that again." Bear gruffs at their tail, keeping his tone low to disguise the wobble, unhinging his jaw to take an excessively large bite. The company he's kept for a long time has been his own. Companionship was something he has long since discovered is not for him, he isn't made to live around others. But here he is, surrounded to some degree, everywhere. Unwilling to be smothered by it all, he's retreated by the freshkill pile, the shaggy feline kneading his paws in the dirt. There has been a time where his family accompanied him, when he knew Dogbite, but the clean, strong figure he's met has his wary, wondering if they'd ever truly known each other.
It's perhaps a cruel question, given he's the one that pushed his family away and gone off on his own. "How do you.." Bear has to think about it, "how do you live with these cats?" He can't shake the growl of discomfort that slips into his words. "They're-" He shakes his head. "It's hard, to be around them." Admission arrives through gritted teeth, it's the kind of concern that's always kept in his head, under his tongue. Rusty from a lack of communication beyond what's strictly necessary, the words sound stilted and unnatural to his ears. "Why did you come here?" It seems he's missed too much, but the words are a demand, not helped by his poor social skills.
That unpleasant sensation in his chest lingers. "Don't do that again." Bear gruffs at their tail, keeping his tone low to disguise the wobble, unhinging his jaw to take an excessively large bite. The company he's kept for a long time has been his own. Companionship was something he has long since discovered is not for him, he isn't made to live around others. But here he is, surrounded to some degree, everywhere. Unwilling to be smothered by it all, he's retreated by the freshkill pile, the shaggy feline kneading his paws in the dirt. There has been a time where his family accompanied him, when he knew Dogbite, but the clean, strong figure he's met has his wary, wondering if they'd ever truly known each other.
It's perhaps a cruel question, given he's the one that pushed his family away and gone off on his own. "How do you.." Bear has to think about it, "how do you live with these cats?" He can't shake the growl of discomfort that slips into his words. "They're-" He shakes his head. "It's hard, to be around them." Admission arrives through gritted teeth, it's the kind of concern that's always kept in his head, under his tongue. Rusty from a lack of communication beyond what's strictly necessary, the words sound stilted and unnatural to his ears. "Why did you come here?" It seems he's missed too much, but the words are a demand, not helped by his poor social skills.