private ROMANTICISE THIS ✧*⋆ CRABCHILL

[Twinkledawn]

"Hey, Crabchill" her voice much like her name twinkles in the air between them like chimes as she approaches the warrior with a gentle sway of their tail. They're careful to commit the tom to memory, one might believe that she's going to blink and he'll disappear. In some way she thinks he might, no longer the tom that they had grown up alongside. Still her denmate though different, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing they just weren't sure how receptive he'd be to her usual antics. Where he has grown for better or worse they remain stagnant, clinging to usual comforts and crowds. That doesn't matter though, since he's still right here a somewhat expectant energy for her to continue since they had crossed camp just to accost him.

"Are you up to hunt with me? The river can be so.." they pause for dramatic effect "boring without company" a creature of whims and desires they are hardly a match for the waiting game that is for when the fish approach at just the right time. "Please?" She adds with an affectionate blink, trying to really pay up whatever charm they carry just to try and have him say yes. If agreeing she practically explodes in a sunray, beaming at him clearly pleased with the answer given. Maybe it's very assuming of her but they always considered Crabchill fun when he was younger, things have shifted with age... They never dared to bring up the glaringly obvious issue in the room that is his heritage, so age is the better thing to blame. She had assumed maybe she wasn't supposed to really speak with him, though they never really heeded to it in their attempts to still rope him into their schemes.

With a hum of approval she gestures for him to follow her with a flick of her tail. To him it may seem like a hunt, Twinkleflight however had much different plans. The river was still cold, but it was bearable enough to swim in, a fact that she plans on reminding him. Crouching by the bank of the river she holds up the charade of a hunt for a moment glancing at her unknowing partner in crime. "You know... I hear it's easier to catch them if you pretend to be a fish" it was a horrible segway, their ears flush in embarassment at such horrible delivery. They're thankful that no one else is here to hear them flounder so bad. "Oh whatever, come swim with me" she brushes past her own personal blunder with a nudge of their shoulder against his.

Backing up slightly before running and jumping into the water, a large splash left in her wake. With a small gasp for air her head rises above the water, beaming up at the red tabby with a flick of their paw to lightly splash at his own. That same grin from earlier finding it's way plastered across their maw in hopes that maybe such joy could be infectious.

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• @CRABCHILL
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• TWINKLEFLIGHT
  They/she, RiverClan apprentice, 14 moons
  ★ A sleek yet tufted short haired blue point with blue eyes
  ☆ Littermates w/ Eveningpaw, Horizonthroat and Snowflakekit †
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Speech (#C9BAF3), thoughts
  ★penned by Juice | ouijeejuice on discord

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[CRABCHILL]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Crabchill doesn't know when, exactly, he changed. Had he already been headed there, driven by his mother's disappointment, before his kithood had ended? Had his fate been decided when he was handed to Cicadaflight on a silver platter, wide-eyed and afraid of using his claws? When his true heritage had been revealed, his mother's betrayal made public and branding Crabchill and his littermates as half-clan, half-wrong? His life has been thrown into turmoil, so it's understandable that he'd shift to fit the circumstances, so why does he feel guilty about it? He's not the same apprentice he was before he discovered his half-ThunderClan blood, and he's reminded of that each time he interacts with the rest of his clan. They must all think the worst of him—they talk behind his back, glare when he's turned away, whisper of how he must follow in his mother's code-breaking pawsteps.

Or… most of them. Hey, Crabchill, comes a voice, drawing green eyes to gaze at the source. "Oh, Twinkleflight. Hi," he responds to the pointed warrior's greeting, a hint of curiosity leaching into his voice. They're a familiar face, one who's been around since he spent his days in the nursery, but he still feels wrong-footed and uncertain around them. They're still the same Twinkleflight they've always been, while Crabchill has surely become unrecognizable to his younger self. And yet… they ask if he'll hunt with them, as though the best company they could think of is him. Somehow, he's preferable to the boredom of hunting by themself. "Of course, yeah." The idea of hunting alongside another cat is odd, because his method includes a lot of disrupting the water when he dives. And maybe it's the please, or the hopeful way that their blue eyes flutter as they blink up at him, but he readily agrees to their request, and their face lights up in return.

He follows as the other warrior leads him to the water's edge, allowing his paws to dip into the river. Shoulders tense, drawing down and tight as he shifts into a position that's good for fishing. But then his clanmate speaks up again, and he tips his head curiously. "I don't think they're really fooled by pretending-" he begins, but cuts himself off as Twinkleflight continues speaking. They give up on the ruse of pretending to hunt, instead inviting Crabchill to swim. When their shoulder presses against his, it's a touch he's highly unused to, and the ginger-splashed tom fights against the urge to tense up. He doesn't have the chance to apologize for the mistake before Twinkleflight is leaping into the water, spraying Crabchill with the tiniest droplets—and then they intentionally splash water at him, too.

Mossy eyes narrow and an amused huff leaves his maw. "Fine, fine, I'm coming!" The tabby hunches down, backing a tail-length away from the water, and then takes his own flying leap into the river. His splash isn't as grand as the other's, but it's respectable, and when his head emerges from beneath the surface he greets Twinkleflight with a small grin. They beam at him, smile bright as sun on snow-covered ground, and he doesn't fear that they secretly despise him.

follow the compass ˚𓆛˚｡ that beats in your chest

• ooc: —
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• CRABCHILL 𓆝 he/him, warrior of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. serious, closed-off, and quiet.
  𓆟 formerly mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang & stormywing ; brother to cragpelt & pinefrost
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[Twinkledawn]

She pays no mind to the slight tension from Crabchill, maybe she had been a little too friendly but they refused to really think about it. If she had spent so much time dwelling over mistakes she's made then they'd be here forever. Instead they focus on the true intention of the day, a grin beaming from her as she leaps into the river. It's cooling but not too cold, refreshing when the wind gusts against her cheeks, whipping her soaked curled fur to be more windswept. She notices the amused chuff that escapes him, choosing to ignore the way his eyes narrow and instead clings to that. "Better be fast before the river carries me downstream!" As if to prove her point she paddles a little further away from him with a dramatic and dismayed "oh noooo, Crabchill you're missing out." If anything she is truly just delighted that he would willingly choose to indulge her in such childish antics.

While his leap isn't grand it's still impressive, droplets of water mist the air between her and entangle itself with her already wet fur. "Thought I lost you for a second" a fit of laugher escapes her, shaking their body as they paddle to approach him. Their smile never fades, happy to just be indulged and get to share a moment together like they were young again. Not worrying about duties or about the circumstances around either of them, even if it would be short lived she would be happy with that.

Here he's just Crabchill, a friend who looked a little ridiculous but in a fun way with how his own wet fur falls. Here he isn't half-clan, as if that really mattered to her. It should, she knows it should, it wasn't like he chose that she figured and she was secure in the fact she would never ask if he would. "I believe you were trying to tell me they wouldn't be fooled?" A nod to the conversation past before she grew tired of their short lived rouse. Strong legs kick alongside the current as she swims a little further down the river, eyes looking ahead but every so often looking towards the tangerine cat beside her.

"Have you ever tried to be a fish?" The answer should be no, though they wouldn't lie she would be impressed if it was a yes. "I think it's untapped potential" pausing she ducks under the water again and lets herself falling back a little. Popping up a little closer to Crabchill. "Could you see me coming? I bet you couldn't" a small sneeze finds her as her longer fur smears across her nose. Bringing a paw to bump against it she looks up towards the sky. "Thanks, for doing this with me. I haven't swam just for fun in a while."

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• TWINKLEFLIGHT
  They/she, RiverClan apprentice, 15 moons
  ★ A sleek yet tufted short haired blue point with blue eyes
  ☆ Littermates w/ Eveningpaw, Horizonthroat and Snowflakekit †
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Speech (#C9BAF3), thoughts
  ★penned by Juice | ouijeejuice on discord

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[CRABCHILL]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 The joy that radiates from Twinkleflight is enough to warm Crabchill's chest as he paddles over to swim at their side. Paws tread water easily, though his legs seem heavier in the water due to the fur that's plastered itself against his limbs. The blue-pointed feline pushes her way through the river to his side, and the tom tosses his head, sending even more droplets flying across the water's surface. "Nah, you couldn't lose me that easily…" he responds, matching the other's burst of laughter. For once the tension has faded from his shoulders, Twinkleflight's presence working wonders to relax him, at least for now.

The other warrior brings up Crabchill's doubt about fooling the fish, and the tom huffs in amusement. Even if they truly pretended to be fish, even if they found the dumbest fish to pick on… the tom still doubts they could convince any fish that the huge cat in the water is also a fish. But then they ask if he's ever tried being a fish, and mossy eyes widen. "Actually, yes," he admits, spinning a circle to face her again. "When I was a kit, I used to pretend to be a fish. I thought they looked so content, just swimming around all day." He doesn't think of the minnow, the first one, the one that had changed the trajectory of his kithood and damaged his early apprenticeship. Instead, he thinks of Cicadaflight, who had taught him—if not patiently, then at least with tolerance—to dive for his prey. It had kept the blood from staining his fur, made the killing part of hunting more distant, in a way. And it has also offered him a sort of peace, now that he's a warrior… being underwater, everything else is drowned out. Fish swim around him, or rather, away from him, and waterweeds dance around him in the river's current. It's easy to feel at peace.

Twinkleflight dips beneath the water, emerging once again closer to him—Crabchill blinks in surprise, already shaking his head as they ask if he'd seen them coming. "I couldn't! Turns out you'd make a great fish, huh?" Their body is rocked by a sneeze, and green eyes follow their movements as they brush the fur from their face. "Of course. It's nice… I like doing things like this." The admission comes easily; he truly does enjoy time spent with them. It's almost like he's an apprentice again, carefree and hidden from the truth.

follow the compass ˚𓆛˚｡ that beats in your chest

• ooc: —
• 
• CRABCHILL 𓆝 he/him, warrior of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. serious, closed-off, and quiet.
  𓆟 formerly mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang & stormywing ; brother to cragpelt & pinefrost
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[Twinkledawn]

"Hm I suppose not" She hums letting the currant carry her as the pair become slightly adrift across the water. Paws lightly paddle in the water, grinning "I guess you're eye catching." They pay no mind to the connotations behind what she said, mainly just focusing on the fact that he's so frustratingly red as she's not willing to completely admit defeat in that he's correct. They flicker their gaze over the lack of tension in his shoulders and a sense of self satisfaction quells within her. Reluctantly deciding to admit defeat if the prize was him laughing, it was nice to see Crabchill not be so serious for once. For a moment she catches a glimpse of the mischievous kit she knew in the nursery.

Paddling across the water she tries to match his swimming pace, annoyingly he seems just out of reach with his speed. Though he is kind enough to circle around to look back at her, taking this opportunity to keep paddling. "Huh, did you ever talk with the fish?" Their face drops in an attempt to make this seem like a serious question. Staring at him intensely before the facade dissolves with a mischievous smile "No way you actually pretended to be a fish? And you didn't invite me?" A mock gasp finds her as she throws her head back dramatically. "I'm hurt! Devastated even, I will never forget this." In reality it will fade from her mind the second she thinks of a better idea. It sounds nice though, to pretend to be a fish, to distance oneself from any issues that loomed. Then again what real issues did one have as a kit? She never thought to ask Crabchill about it since he just seemed so... well happy.

That awaited new idea comes in the form of trying to prove that she's correct that she would make a great fish. In someway it's to stop her from thinking too hard about what the orange tom said. She wonders if he too was dwelling on it, they thought to ask more about it but she didn't want to sour the nice mood that's been cultivated. "I would, and I bet you do too since you've had way more practice" there's a teasing lilt to her. Nothing mean spirited, at least she hoped not, having learnt from her time with Sunspark as apprentices that sometimes she get's a little carried away sometimes. "I'm glad, it's nice to see you happy Crabchill." There's a deep earnestly as they speak. It comes with ease she realises, letting themself actually be serious with him for a moment. "We should do this again sometime. Next time it could be something you want to do?" Twinkleflight rarely lets herself be nervous but the idea of setting herself up for a rejection like this, even if it's just something stupid and light hearted, it frightened her a little.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ MAMA SAID IM SPECIAL ➹ I WAS‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• TWINKLEDAWN
  They/she, RiverClan warrior, 15 moons
  ★ A sleek yet tufted short haired blue point with blue eyes
  ☆ Littermates w/ Eveningpaw, Horizonthroat and Snowflakekit †
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Speech (#C9BAF3), thoughts
  ★penned by Juice | ouijeejuice on discord

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