pafp Million Dollar Baby // Staring

Things in WindClan have been…hostile, to put it into words. There’s been tension for as long as Whisperwish can remember, but it’s never been like this. It was bound to happen; she could see Sootstar’s diminishing sanity, a landslide instead of the occasional rock fall. Things were being put into motion, and quickly. There was no way she could continue to tuck tail and run. Not this time.

Whisperwish half-consciously realizes that she’s been staring off into space, directly into Sunstride’s line of eyesight. She doesn’t move however, her thoughts circling to the deputy as its focus. She isn’t exactly sure how to feel about him. She could easily call him a pushover, but she is no better. Even more of a coward, even. Does she really have room to judge when she could see herself doing the same, in his position?

She finally snaps out of her trance when she realizes that the similarly rosetted tabby is coming over to her. Being acknowledged when she’s used to being ignored is enough to make her tense up, extremely flustered all of a sudden. “A-Ah…” Whisperwish mumbles as Sunstride curiously assesses her, at least from her perspective.

// OOC : Please wait for @SUNSTRIDE !
 
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