- Oct 17, 2022
- 475
- 83
- 28
MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————
Friendship is, one full turn of the seasons and then some since the creation of the clans, still a little foreign to Snakeblink. He is unsure how to approach it; how to avoid driving Lichentail away, now that they are willing to be close to him.
Their injury has distracted him from that particular anxiety, replacing it with another: namely, that his friend has been grievously injured, and struggling to speak ever since. He has, perhaps against her will, taken it as his mission to help her adjust to the new state of her throat — he likes the sound of her voice too much to let her communicate solely through glares and pushing others around when she has a perfectly good working tongue right there.
He’s sitting next to her now, staring down at the river waiting for a fish to dart by. ”Tell me about your day,” he hisses with a quick glance their way. ”How are Hazecloud and the kits? Not too difficult to herd away from trouble without the ability to yell?”
Their injury has distracted him from that particular anxiety, replacing it with another: namely, that his friend has been grievously injured, and struggling to speak ever since. He has, perhaps against her will, taken it as his mission to help her adjust to the new state of her throat — he likes the sound of her voice too much to let her communicate solely through glares and pushing others around when she has a perfectly good working tongue right there.
He’s sitting next to her now, staring down at the river waiting for a fish to dart by. ”Tell me about your day,” he hisses with a quick glance their way. ”How are Hazecloud and the kits? Not too difficult to herd away from trouble without the ability to yell?”
——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely
-
@lichentail
-
— Snakeblink • he / him. 50 ☾, riverclan warrior
— a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
— gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo