- Oct 17, 2022
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MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————
Out of all the council, Petalnose might be the one Snakeblink understands the least.
Not the one he’s the least close to: he barely knows Iciclefang, and Lichentail still looks like they would rather eat their remaining ear than talk to him. The less is said about Smokestar’s willingness to deal with him the better. But Petalnose… whenever he thinks he’s got her all figured out, something else comes and pulls the ground from under his paws. Her moods, though not random, seem to him as short-lived as the seasons: they are always changing, and her laughter is as wild as her anger, keeping him always wrong-footed. Unlike other cats in the clan, she has never been inclined to chew him out, but his efforts to understand why that is and keep it that way have not been fruitful so far.
He likes to observe, think, figure it out on his own, like a puzzle; but he is not above asking for advice. And who better to ask than the molly’s own loving partner? Surely, Aspenhaze knows something the rest of them do not.
(Whether Aspenhaze is safer to approach than their mate is an assumption he’s trying not to look at too closely lest he realize it’s entirely false.)
Frost crunches under his paws as he approaches them, inclining his head in greeting. ”Aspenhaze… may I ask you a question? It is a little personal, I am afraid.” Glancing left and right to make sure the object of the discussion isn’t around, he bends a little closer and continues without waiting for their response, ”I was only wondering if you had any… tips. To make Petalnose… like you?” He realizes how stupid it sounds only as he says it, and his mouth twists in an awkward grimace. ”In a warrior way, I mean. Not… well, you can imagine what I mean.”
Not the one he’s the least close to: he barely knows Iciclefang, and Lichentail still looks like they would rather eat their remaining ear than talk to him. The less is said about Smokestar’s willingness to deal with him the better. But Petalnose… whenever he thinks he’s got her all figured out, something else comes and pulls the ground from under his paws. Her moods, though not random, seem to him as short-lived as the seasons: they are always changing, and her laughter is as wild as her anger, keeping him always wrong-footed. Unlike other cats in the clan, she has never been inclined to chew him out, but his efforts to understand why that is and keep it that way have not been fruitful so far.
He likes to observe, think, figure it out on his own, like a puzzle; but he is not above asking for advice. And who better to ask than the molly’s own loving partner? Surely, Aspenhaze knows something the rest of them do not.
(Whether Aspenhaze is safer to approach than their mate is an assumption he’s trying not to look at too closely lest he realize it’s entirely false.)
Frost crunches under his paws as he approaches them, inclining his head in greeting. ”Aspenhaze… may I ask you a question? It is a little personal, I am afraid.” Glancing left and right to make sure the object of the discussion isn’t around, he bends a little closer and continues without waiting for their response, ”I was only wondering if you had any… tips. To make Petalnose… like you?” He realizes how stupid it sounds only as he says it, and his mouth twists in an awkward grimace. ”In a warrior way, I mean. Not… well, you can imagine what I mean.”
——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely
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@Aspenhaze
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— Snakeblink • he / him. 46 ☾, riverclan warrior
— a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
— gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo