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NOW IN ITS' PLACE IS SOMETHING NEW
I HEAR IT WHEN I LOOK AT YOU
I HEAR IT WHEN I LOOK AT YOU
Quillpaw had never considered himself a protective cat. He'd stood up for others in the past, sure, but that wasn't so much because he'd felt anything in particular about the individual as he did about the situation itself. Sometimes, seeing people get treated like shit just pissed him off to the point where he'd intervened. It was never anything personal- until suddenly, it was.
Because with Twitch it was very personal, and that's the only word he could come up with to describe it. Every molecule of misery and grief that existed in his friend seemed to set off a possessive fire in the chimera that flooded through his veins and burned away at his bones. It had him hovering even more than usual, close enough that he was sure he'd accidentally broken the touch barrier between them several times, setting a mismatched glare on any who sent the other a sympathetic look or tried to bring up what had happened. Quill knew the other was trying to put it out of their mind, that he'd been throwing himself into work to the point of exhaustion in an attempt to focus on anything else, and he understood.
So he did his best to support his friend whenever he could, in what limited ways he knew how; be being a constant presence and trying to keep the pain at bay.
Days slipped by though, and it was getting to the point where Quill couldn't exactly keep overlooking the missed meals, lack of sleep, and the sheer look of exhaustion that had been steadily sinking its claws into his friend. And it had slowly began changing the meaning of that mantra in his head urging him to protect, protect, protect, and underneath his desire to keep the other safe from his agony came the impulse to care for as well. It wasn't enough anymore to just follow them around and try to keep the mood stable, because now Twitch was barely eating and always looking dazed from lack of sleep and Quill just wanted to take care of him.
It was fucking terrifying.
He'd never taken care of another cat before, had barely been able to take care of himself, and he wasn't really sure if had the right pieces to even try. He wasn't a fixer like Deer or Firefly, he didn't have the right things to say or that upbeat optimism that seemed to draw people to them.
Hell, he was broken himself.
But it wasn't really a choice, was it? Because that voice, the one spilling that mantra into his ears day in and day out, was something that ran deeper than any soley concious thought. It was a physical need, an instinct that he couldn't just drive out of him because he was afraid. He had to take care of Twitch, because if he didn't something inside him was going to snap and he wasn't sure he could handle it when it did.
So in the early hours in the morning when his friend had finally fallen into a restless sleep, Quill had snuck out of camp to hunt. He had made up his mind and he was going to see it through, even if it led to an argument.
He returned to camp with his catch clamped securely in his jaws, entering the apprentices den just in time to see the other stirring in their nest as the other cats began to wake up and make their way outside, Twitchpaw rising to sleepily shuffle out after them. Only -no, he wasn't, because Quill was quick to step into the doorway, all height and broad shoulders, easily blocking the way out as he placed the squirrel he'd been carrying down.
"You have the morning off. We're gonna stay here and hang out."
It wasn't quite a demand, but it wasn't really phrased as a question either, sitting in some strange in-between. Quill seldom made decisions for them, usually just following the other around, easily convinced into whatever activity was being suggested with a careless shrug of his shoulders. When he did make decisions though, they were typically spoken like this, a strange hybrid of suggestion and statement that seemed to lack the room for a 'no'.
skyclan - male - 10 months - bisexual - homoromantic - single - very tall tabby tomcat with broad shoulders
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