(☼) he has avoided her for the better part of a moon. partially because of how busy he has been, with his mother injured and clan starving, but mostly because she has ordered him to. who is he to deny her? he sleeps in a nest that feels far too vacant, curls into twinkleflight's side at night when he's cold, wanders away from patrols that she too attends. she has stopped making eye contact, and he doesn't push it. he thinks perhaps he has ruined this relationship for good.
pebbletail dreams of soft pitch fur and snow-speckles, of a river too blue and too deep for him to climb out. he drowns in the water nightly, pushes himself under and lets out his breath until he can feel his body sink. it's almost peaceful - he will do this for the rest of his life if he has to. in the morning, he avoids watching her wake, avoids her accidental touch and the flaming gaze of her mate. he mutes himself, holding himself back until he can once again collapse in his nest and begin to drown.
everyone knows - everyone who cares at any rate - and everyone talks. pebbletail sticks to owlpaw, to turtledove, to valesight, their quiet friendship buoying him up. he seeks out emerald and new-leaf greens, odd eyes, instead of haunting blues. still there are some things he cannot avoid forever, and it seems fate has a knack for finding the worst times to push two cats into the same path. in the chill of the snow strewn world, pebbletail treks, alone but for his thoughts. they are focused resolutely on the state of lichenstar, his mother finally healed from her death wounds, on the excellent job he and his fellow warriors have done patching up the dens for leaf-bare, on the walk he took with valesight not long ago. he can feel his whiskers twitching at the memory, comparing a sharp green herb to his friend's eyes. he wonders vaguely if this is what it is to grow up, this finding new friends, moving to new places, getting new responsibilities. two moons out of apprenticehood, has finally he grasped the concept of adulthood?
it is with these thoughts spiraling in his head that the young man ducks under a low hanging willow branch and collided face first with another figure. "stars!" he gasps before he can have the chance to recover. fresh snow puffs up from where he steps off of the path, one paw raised to rub his muzzle. "sorry about that, wasn't looking where i was goi-" sunspark eyes find crystal. "splashdance. ahem, sorry."
pebbletail dreams of soft pitch fur and snow-speckles, of a river too blue and too deep for him to climb out. he drowns in the water nightly, pushes himself under and lets out his breath until he can feel his body sink. it's almost peaceful - he will do this for the rest of his life if he has to. in the morning, he avoids watching her wake, avoids her accidental touch and the flaming gaze of her mate. he mutes himself, holding himself back until he can once again collapse in his nest and begin to drown.
everyone knows - everyone who cares at any rate - and everyone talks. pebbletail sticks to owlpaw, to turtledove, to valesight, their quiet friendship buoying him up. he seeks out emerald and new-leaf greens, odd eyes, instead of haunting blues. still there are some things he cannot avoid forever, and it seems fate has a knack for finding the worst times to push two cats into the same path. in the chill of the snow strewn world, pebbletail treks, alone but for his thoughts. they are focused resolutely on the state of lichenstar, his mother finally healed from her death wounds, on the excellent job he and his fellow warriors have done patching up the dens for leaf-bare, on the walk he took with valesight not long ago. he can feel his whiskers twitching at the memory, comparing a sharp green herb to his friend's eyes. he wonders vaguely if this is what it is to grow up, this finding new friends, moving to new places, getting new responsibilities. two moons out of apprenticehood, has finally he grasped the concept of adulthood?
it is with these thoughts spiraling in his head that the young man ducks under a low hanging willow branch and collided face first with another figure. "stars!" he gasps before he can have the chance to recover. fresh snow puffs up from where he steps off of the path, one paw raised to rub his muzzle. "sorry about that, wasn't looking where i was goi-" sunspark eyes find crystal. "splashdance. ahem, sorry."
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PEBBLETAIL ☼ HE / HIM, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 12 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebbletail's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.
