- Oct 17, 2022
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MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————
All of Snakeblink’s clanmates are ranked in his mind, one long list of names and faces; at the top are those in urgent need of something, be it help or surveillance; at the bottom are the low priorities, those who have things well-managed at the immediate moment (or who are likely to tear Snakeblink’s ears off his head if he approaches them again so soon). This ranking, ever-shifting as events unfold, makes his rounds easier. He would not want to miss a good opportunity to fix a long-standing issue just before a given clanmate’s current troubles slipped his mind for a moment.
The one glaring fault in this system is that Snakeblink is neither omniscient nor gifted with foresight, and events often unfold so unpredictably as to render his ranking entirely obsolete within moments.
Such is what happened with Rookfang. The somber tom has been looking rough for a while now; a mix of relationship troubles and fatigue, from what little Snakeblink could gather, and he’s been meaning to approach him about it for just as long. It’s only that it’s hard to find an opportunity: the dark pelt of the other cat seems perpetually in the process of slipping out of his sight, on some duty or other. They’ve all been… very busy, lately.
And then, while Snakeblink wasn’t looking, here Rookfang goes: adopting another sibling, getting injured, and generally jumping straight up to the top few clanmates Snakeblink is most concerned over. Stars, if any of them could catch a break…
The wounds (mercenary as it sounds) do make it easier to track down Rookfang. Snakeblink slithers into the medicine den, slipping through the shadows — he’s unsure how well Ravensong would take him bothering his patients — until he’s reached the dark shape of Rookfang, smelling sharply of blood and herbs still.
”Hello, Rookfang. ” he greets quietly. He gives the tom a once-over then, not waiting for an answer in kind, continues: ”I meant to come and ask you how you are doing, but I can see for myself that the answer to that is ‘not well’.” Though frankly, Rookfang has been looking pretty bad for a while now. ”Instead, please allow me to ask: is there anything I can do to help?”
As he’s found, this question often saves him (and his clanmates) a lot of grief. It’s harder to misinterpret their needs when he asks directly. And if Rookfang doesn’t answer, well… he will have to do some educated guessing, but at least he will have tried.
The one glaring fault in this system is that Snakeblink is neither omniscient nor gifted with foresight, and events often unfold so unpredictably as to render his ranking entirely obsolete within moments.
Such is what happened with Rookfang. The somber tom has been looking rough for a while now; a mix of relationship troubles and fatigue, from what little Snakeblink could gather, and he’s been meaning to approach him about it for just as long. It’s only that it’s hard to find an opportunity: the dark pelt of the other cat seems perpetually in the process of slipping out of his sight, on some duty or other. They’ve all been… very busy, lately.
And then, while Snakeblink wasn’t looking, here Rookfang goes: adopting another sibling, getting injured, and generally jumping straight up to the top few clanmates Snakeblink is most concerned over. Stars, if any of them could catch a break…
The wounds (mercenary as it sounds) do make it easier to track down Rookfang. Snakeblink slithers into the medicine den, slipping through the shadows — he’s unsure how well Ravensong would take him bothering his patients — until he’s reached the dark shape of Rookfang, smelling sharply of blood and herbs still.
”Hello, Rookfang. ” he greets quietly. He gives the tom a once-over then, not waiting for an answer in kind, continues: ”I meant to come and ask you how you are doing, but I can see for myself that the answer to that is ‘not well’.” Though frankly, Rookfang has been looking pretty bad for a while now. ”Instead, please allow me to ask: is there anything I can do to help?”
As he’s found, this question often saves him (and his clanmates) a lot of grief. It’s harder to misinterpret their needs when he asks directly. And if Rookfang doesn’t answer, well… he will have to do some educated guessing, but at least he will have tried.
——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely