- Dec 19, 2023
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@Graypaw
Splashdance idles, alone. Her tail is kept a careful measure from the river's edge, the water much too cold to wade into. Her thoughts are careless in how jumbled they are, worrying on if others see her a fraud for not risking her health or a pity pick for the council at all. Pebbletail and Midnightash dance in the corners of her mind, hunger gnaws in her belly and the cold air nips at her ears. Yet, from the outside, she is still - like a puddle untouched, she simply watches the slow moving river and acts as if nothing troubles her at all. This awful method of hers is not known by many, her issues held tight on her tongue around almost any RiverClanner. It just so happens that one of the few who can parse her lost stare from her pained one approaches her.
She only notices Graypaw, now grown like her, when his steps grow closer. Blue eyes flick to the tom she considers a brother (not so little anymore, though she would reach to ruffle his fur the same.) For a moment, her gaze is fogged, as if she is still lost in thought. And then desperately she dashes away the mournful ideas and self deprecating notions. She acknowledges the tom with an incline of her head. "Hey there," she greets, her tone stilted and uncomfortable. Her gaze is not unreadable for him, for he is one of the few she does not guard herself with. "How's... uh, how's training going?" Perhaps a sore spot, she realizes as soon as she says it. She winces, but isn't so quick to steal the small talk away. Better than lamenting about her life, she thinks.
Splashdance idles, alone. Her tail is kept a careful measure from the river's edge, the water much too cold to wade into. Her thoughts are careless in how jumbled they are, worrying on if others see her a fraud for not risking her health or a pity pick for the council at all. Pebbletail and Midnightash dance in the corners of her mind, hunger gnaws in her belly and the cold air nips at her ears. Yet, from the outside, she is still - like a puddle untouched, she simply watches the slow moving river and acts as if nothing troubles her at all. This awful method of hers is not known by many, her issues held tight on her tongue around almost any RiverClanner. It just so happens that one of the few who can parse her lost stare from her pained one approaches her.
She only notices Graypaw, now grown like her, when his steps grow closer. Blue eyes flick to the tom she considers a brother (not so little anymore, though she would reach to ruffle his fur the same.) For a moment, her gaze is fogged, as if she is still lost in thought. And then desperately she dashes away the mournful ideas and self deprecating notions. She acknowledges the tom with an incline of her head. "Hey there," she greets, her tone stilted and uncomfortable. Her gaze is not unreadable for him, for he is one of the few she does not guard herself with. "How's... uh, how's training going?" Perhaps a sore spot, she realizes as soon as she says it. She winces, but isn't so quick to steal the small talk away. Better than lamenting about her life, she thinks.