- Sep 26, 2022
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( ★ ) two moons is a long time to go about avoiding someone, yet somehow, coyotecreek has managed to do so with little trouble. perhaps it's because lichentail caused this problem in the first place that she hasn't sent him on any patrols with snakeblink or pikesplash, or it could just be fate being kind, but either way, the man is grateful. unfortunately, it has meant two moons without many cats to talk to comfortably. he spends time with his children, spends his days patrolling and hunting, training otterpaw, but loneliness has sunk in. he misses snakeblink's easy conversations, even misses pikesplash's odd midnight sleep-cuddling, even if it had only happened a few times.
today, the tomcat finds himself feeling braver than he has in some time. as he pads along the riverside, the sun warms his ginger and white pelt and gleams in his odd eyes. it's a warm day for leaf-bare, and the scent of thawing things permeates the air, a reminder of easier times to come. otterpaw had begged to battle train with a fellow apprentice, to which coyotecreek had assented, and he'd already completed his assigned patrols, so the man finds himself with little to do. fate has other plans.
scanning the horizon across the river, he doesn't hear the sound of pawsteps approaching, nor does he stop his own movement. in a frankly embarrassing show of clumsiness, he crashes into a figure stood in front of him. "ah!" he exclaims, raising a paw to feel his stinging head. heat floods his fur as he glances to see who he's been made a fool in front of and finds the dark tabby fur of one out of two cats he is most anxious to see around.
"pikesp-plash, i'm so sorry," he bursts out, accent heavy on his lips. tufted ears flatten, the pointed head shaking back and forth as if to regain a hold over his body. the other warrior is alone, no patrol or apprentice in sight, and coyotecreek relaxes very slightly. here he is, alone by the river with a tom who had openly admitted to liking him two moons prior. a tom he hasn't talked to alone since then. his crystal and honey eyes are wide as he takes in the predicament he is in. dumb idiot that he is, he begins talking.
"it's been a while since you've sleep-talked," he tells the other, and then immediately slaps his tail over his own mouth. "thtar-clan that washen't what i wath gonna thay!*"
// *"starclan that wasn't what i was gonna say." but with his tail in his mouth.
today, the tomcat finds himself feeling braver than he has in some time. as he pads along the riverside, the sun warms his ginger and white pelt and gleams in his odd eyes. it's a warm day for leaf-bare, and the scent of thawing things permeates the air, a reminder of easier times to come. otterpaw had begged to battle train with a fellow apprentice, to which coyotecreek had assented, and he'd already completed his assigned patrols, so the man finds himself with little to do. fate has other plans.
scanning the horizon across the river, he doesn't hear the sound of pawsteps approaching, nor does he stop his own movement. in a frankly embarrassing show of clumsiness, he crashes into a figure stood in front of him. "ah!" he exclaims, raising a paw to feel his stinging head. heat floods his fur as he glances to see who he's been made a fool in front of and finds the dark tabby fur of one out of two cats he is most anxious to see around.
"pikesp-plash, i'm so sorry," he bursts out, accent heavy on his lips. tufted ears flatten, the pointed head shaking back and forth as if to regain a hold over his body. the other warrior is alone, no patrol or apprentice in sight, and coyotecreek relaxes very slightly. here he is, alone by the river with a tom who had openly admitted to liking him two moons prior. a tom he hasn't talked to alone since then. his crystal and honey eyes are wide as he takes in the predicament he is in. dumb idiot that he is, he begins talking.
"it's been a while since you've sleep-talked," he tells the other, and then immediately slaps his tail over his own mouth. "thtar-clan that washen't what i wath gonna thay!*"
// *"starclan that wasn't what i was gonna say." but with his tail in his mouth.
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COYOTECREEK ★ HE / HIM, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORING OTTERPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
an orange tabby tom with white patches, and one gold eye, one blue eye. short silky fur reminisces flame and rye, darker ginger tabby stripes slicing through the lighter tone. splashes of white are strewn across his face and body, a snowbank covering the flaming base of his coat. his eyes are odd- one crystal blue, the other sunshine golden, peering with a slightly lopsided look.
