- Oct 17, 2022
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MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————
The air is cold, frost crackling under paws, and every exhale leaves the lung in a plume of white fog — leafbare is well and truly there.
That little cloud of a breath marks Snakeblink’s path throup camp as he does his rounds, trailing after him as he sighs quiet words to himself through clenched teeth. None of it is entirely intelligible, more half-formed vocalizations echoing his thoughts than actual sentences, but the meaning is the same as it ever is: he’s rattling names under his breath. Moving down his list.
He’s checked on most of the cats he meant to today — hasn’t seen Rookfang yet, but that one is impossible to pin down anyway — and is about to quickly glance into the nursery to make sure the queens are alright when he notices Lilacbird standing near the den in question.
One of the quieter cats in the clan, Snakeblink has to admit he doesn’t know much about what she has going on in her life at the moment. But there is always such a skittish, thoughtful air to her that he would bet a few of his whiskers on the fact that she has something going on, and like most clats in this clan is simply refusing to voice any of it.
Nodding to himself, Snakeblink veers to the side and slinks towards Lilacbird, quick quiet paws padding up softly from behind her. He only speaks once he’s by her shoulder, tilting his head to look at her face without blocking her field of vision.
”Hello Lilacbird,” he hisses, pretty much directly into her ear. ”Visiting family?” At this, he nods towards the nursery she is hovering near.
That little cloud of a breath marks Snakeblink’s path throup camp as he does his rounds, trailing after him as he sighs quiet words to himself through clenched teeth. None of it is entirely intelligible, more half-formed vocalizations echoing his thoughts than actual sentences, but the meaning is the same as it ever is: he’s rattling names under his breath. Moving down his list.
He’s checked on most of the cats he meant to today — hasn’t seen Rookfang yet, but that one is impossible to pin down anyway — and is about to quickly glance into the nursery to make sure the queens are alright when he notices Lilacbird standing near the den in question.
One of the quieter cats in the clan, Snakeblink has to admit he doesn’t know much about what she has going on in her life at the moment. But there is always such a skittish, thoughtful air to her that he would bet a few of his whiskers on the fact that she has something going on, and like most clats in this clan is simply refusing to voice any of it.
Nodding to himself, Snakeblink veers to the side and slinks towards Lilacbird, quick quiet paws padding up softly from behind her. He only speaks once he’s by her shoulder, tilting his head to look at her face without blocking her field of vision.
”Hello Lilacbird,” he hisses, pretty much directly into her ear. ”Visiting family?” At this, he nods towards the nursery she is hovering near.
——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely
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@Lilacbird
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— Snakeblink • he / him. 47 ☾, riverclan warrior
— a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
— gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
