⚛︎₊˚‧ Amberhaze was not one to dwell on trivial matters, or perhaps his mind was too riddled by the fears he made up on a whim without any real evidence to back it up to give much of a thought to anything else. The feathers that lined his nest now glinted in the hazy winter glow, whatever had not been snatched up by the kits and their mothers the day of his offering now being used as flashy bedding. Their colors were still as mesmerizing as they had been upon their presentation, and it was a true miracle that they all remained relatively intact despite what he had reduced them to- perhaps even someone as practical as himself with so little regard for the concept of beauty, in all its uselessness- could find it within himself to appreciate something so miniscule with tenderness and admiration?
He did not expect Ternfrost to push through the reinforced walls that made up the warriors den, Amberhaze immediately scrambling onto unsteady haunches as she sauntered directly his way and stopped mere paw lengths in front of him. Swallowing hard, he initially assumed he had gotten himself into trouble somehow- why else would anyone willingly come close to him, in all his insufferable nature? But instead, she would offer him her items that were thought to be of value matching that of his feathers. An exchange.
Perturbed ocher orbs flickered from the molly down to her offerings and back again, a pendulum like pattern of movements as if she had just asked him to partake in an impossible task. He broke the silence by clearing his throat, claws flexing.
"Um...Yeah. I-I still have them..." He blinks.
"...W-What are you- um-...offering...?" Truthfully, he'd never really bartered with anyone before. Generally, clanmates shared most if not all of what they had, and what you did manage to collect for yourself often didn't remain yours for long. He was used to keeping little to nothing, so being offered anything in return for what he thought was nothing more than a resource- a *material* to be used for ones survival and comfort- it left him so puzzled it could have rendered him speechless was it not for her expectant gaze that seemed to sear right through him like a burning hot knife.
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AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 19 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE
black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.
