- Feb 11, 2024
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While the blood may now be dried and absent from decorating her clanmates, Owlheart can't seem to afford the luxury of being able to wipe the memory of it. Everyone seemed to be steadily recovering, she wasn't too sure if the memories from that evening plagued them as well. Surely it must be far worse for them. Beyond that, there had been whispers from the more, well, gossip inclined clanmates that Twitchbolt had stepped down from his position as Deputy. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure what her opinion on the situation was. This was a unique situation in the sense that only a select few would truly be able to grasp the gravity surrounding it. Despite that she was pretty sure that she didn’t hold any negative view of him for it, he must have had his reasons if the gossip was even to be believed.
She didn't know the Deput- ex Deputy? Well enough at all so maybe there wasn't a reason for it. Maybe he just didn't want it, would that be so bad? She was on a line that she didn't know how to cross, her concern lied with how he was handling it rather than the circumstances. There was a certain affinity she held towards the tom despite not speaking with him. If she was in his position right now she would not be handling it well, that empathy led her to try and brainstorm how to help lighten that load a little.
As her name suggested, Owlheart enjoyed birds, she vaguely recalled that Twitchbolt had a blue jay feather tucked into his fur so that was all she needed to know. She herself had a collection of feathers, always trying to keep an eye out whenever a spare moment is given or during those rare quieter patrols. A variety of feathers from that collection were tucked into the fur of her chest as she didn't want to crush them with her jaw. Quietly she padded into the medicine cat den, the smell of herbs causing her to wrinkle her nose slightly. How Fireflypaw was able to be around such an onslaught of mixed scents confused her.
“Twitchbolt, hi” she calls out, trying to not come across as awkward as she felt. She can't look him anywhere but in the eye, any lower and she'd be reminded of the smell of copper that she can't seem to get rid of. An awkward smile given as a token of peace, she was sure that he must be tired of visitors by now. Owlheart didn't want to add to the list of cats coming in to pester him, the tabby was unsure if anyone actually had come in to ask about the rumour going around.
“I'm sure you're tired of being asked but… how are you?” She meowed with a curious tilt to her head, sitting down next to him. Idly she wonders if he'll entertain her with small talk or not. Wherever he does or doesn't she begins the process of taking the selection of feathers she brought from her collection out from her fur. There was a grey robin feather, a woodpecker feather with a zigzag pattern adorning it, and a black and white warbler feather. Admittedly, she could have brought more but she didn't want the selection to be too grand.
“I've brought a gift, well several if you want all three of them. You can pick whatever you'd like” she offered, tucking her tail underneath herself as she gestured to the feathers she had now placed in front of him. Briefly she considers if this was a bad idea or not, he had a feather but that didn't mean that he may want more. Silence lapses over her as she glances out of the medicine den “thank you for helping to bring everyone back home.” The words were simple and yet she wasn’t sure if anyone else had made their gratitude known.
@TWITCHBOLT
She didn't know the Deput- ex Deputy? Well enough at all so maybe there wasn't a reason for it. Maybe he just didn't want it, would that be so bad? She was on a line that she didn't know how to cross, her concern lied with how he was handling it rather than the circumstances. There was a certain affinity she held towards the tom despite not speaking with him. If she was in his position right now she would not be handling it well, that empathy led her to try and brainstorm how to help lighten that load a little.
As her name suggested, Owlheart enjoyed birds, she vaguely recalled that Twitchbolt had a blue jay feather tucked into his fur so that was all she needed to know. She herself had a collection of feathers, always trying to keep an eye out whenever a spare moment is given or during those rare quieter patrols. A variety of feathers from that collection were tucked into the fur of her chest as she didn't want to crush them with her jaw. Quietly she padded into the medicine cat den, the smell of herbs causing her to wrinkle her nose slightly. How Fireflypaw was able to be around such an onslaught of mixed scents confused her.
“Twitchbolt, hi” she calls out, trying to not come across as awkward as she felt. She can't look him anywhere but in the eye, any lower and she'd be reminded of the smell of copper that she can't seem to get rid of. An awkward smile given as a token of peace, she was sure that he must be tired of visitors by now. Owlheart didn't want to add to the list of cats coming in to pester him, the tabby was unsure if anyone actually had come in to ask about the rumour going around.
“I'm sure you're tired of being asked but… how are you?” She meowed with a curious tilt to her head, sitting down next to him. Idly she wonders if he'll entertain her with small talk or not. Wherever he does or doesn't she begins the process of taking the selection of feathers she brought from her collection out from her fur. There was a grey robin feather, a woodpecker feather with a zigzag pattern adorning it, and a black and white warbler feather. Admittedly, she could have brought more but she didn't want the selection to be too grand.
“I've brought a gift, well several if you want all three of them. You can pick whatever you'd like” she offered, tucking her tail underneath herself as she gestured to the feathers she had now placed in front of him. Briefly she considers if this was a bad idea or not, he had a feather but that didn't mean that he may want more. Silence lapses over her as she glances out of the medicine den “thank you for helping to bring everyone back home.” The words were simple and yet she wasn’t sure if anyone else had made their gratitude known.
@TWITCHBOLT