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If there has ever been an action that incensed Saltsting's curiosity, it was to be stood before what he does not know and told do not look. A quiet conversation is as alluring to him as a warrior's memories, furtive glances as compelling as an outright fact. He does not like how easily he is ensnared by what he is told not to have, but some part of him will admit that this is the reason for how he looks at Ravensong now. Each time he sees the medicine cat he thinks of the flowers between his paws. Posion Smokethroat had called them. Immediately, he had needed to know more. It was not the threat of them that has him so desperately curious. He has no use for it, of course, and to attempt to find one would be nothing more than a detriment to the one who was truly trained in this.
But that it had existed here, within this territory, deadly as it was, without his knowledge– the warrior will never admit to fear, yet there is certainly something within him at the realization. He had always intended to be impervious. Though he knows such a goal is unreasonable, perhaps if he tries a little bit harder, knows just a little bit more. Then it will become truth. He will protect himself; more importantly: those around him. Even as he thinks it he knows it is wrong of him. As much as he may care for them...it is the prerogative of each living being to maintain their own safety. (His mother would lick between his ears and hide a smile into his fur that he could still feel. Of course, my dear. But there's nothing wrong with helping them.)
"How did Beesong teach you of these herbs?" So far into this trek, he has been relatively quiet. A few remarks here and there, and an apt listener to all that Ravensong might say. It is the first he has chosen to pry as they tread through RiverClan's drying territory. Saltsitng does not look directly at the healer, but at him nonetheless from the corner of an eye.
But that it had existed here, within this territory, deadly as it was, without his knowledge– the warrior will never admit to fear, yet there is certainly something within him at the realization. He had always intended to be impervious. Though he knows such a goal is unreasonable, perhaps if he tries a little bit harder, knows just a little bit more. Then it will become truth. He will protect himself; more importantly: those around him. Even as he thinks it he knows it is wrong of him. As much as he may care for them...it is the prerogative of each living being to maintain their own safety. (His mother would lick between his ears and hide a smile into his fur that he could still feel. Of course, my dear. But there's nothing wrong with helping them.)
"How did Beesong teach you of these herbs?" So far into this trek, he has been relatively quiet. A few remarks here and there, and an apt listener to all that Ravensong might say. It is the first he has chosen to pry as they tread through RiverClan's drying territory. Saltsitng does not look directly at the healer, but at him nonetheless from the corner of an eye.
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✦ . ˚ . SALTSTING. FORMERLY UNDECIDED. HE - HIM OR THEY - THEM. YOUNG WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. SEXUALITY ﹖ PENNED BY REVELATIONS. ——
✦ IMPORTANT NOTE. saltsting is touch averse and very vocal about it. icly, riverclanners should be aware of this. repeatedly touching him without the necessary comfort level will leave him with a poor opinion of any character. - "speech"
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