- Oct 17, 2022
- 458
- 78
- 28
MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————
Out of his three fellow lead warriors, Willowroot is undoubtedly the one Snakeblink finds easiest to get along with. She’s steady and level-headed, less taciturn than Smokethroat and less prone to anger than Cindershade; she’s also, simply enough, pleasant to be enough. He’s glad that this promotion of his gave them the opportunity to grow… if not close, at least closer than polite acquaintances. He’s always glad to talk to anyone who won’t slap him over the head for misspeaking.
They are just coming back from patrolling together, taking a quick break along the river. Snakeblink dipped into the water as soon as they stopped and is paddling in idle circles to cool off: the exertion of a long trek has him feeling overheated despite the mild weather. ”And how are your kits?” He asks Willowroot idly, wanting to fill the silence. ”It must be a relief to be out of the— ACKH!”
He startles as something scaly brushes against his tail, large enough that its movements are felt keenly through the water. He kicks away from the creature and is crawling halfway up on shore before he thinks to look at what, exactly, dared to swim so close. Fish only come in two sizes, in his opinion: small enough to be scared of cats or big enough to eat them, and he’s not eager to get acquainted with the latter today.
”Did you see it?” He hisses to Willowroot, eyes jumping from her to the water in search of the large fish he just felt.
They are just coming back from patrolling together, taking a quick break along the river. Snakeblink dipped into the water as soon as they stopped and is paddling in idle circles to cool off: the exertion of a long trek has him feeling overheated despite the mild weather. ”And how are your kits?” He asks Willowroot idly, wanting to fill the silence. ”It must be a relief to be out of the— ACKH!”
He startles as something scaly brushes against his tail, large enough that its movements are felt keenly through the water. He kicks away from the creature and is crawling halfway up on shore before he thinks to look at what, exactly, dared to swim so close. Fish only come in two sizes, in his opinion: small enough to be scared of cats or big enough to eat them, and he’s not eager to get acquainted with the latter today.
”Did you see it?” He hisses to Willowroot, eyes jumping from her to the water in search of the large fish he just felt.
——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely
-
ooc: pleasewait for @willowroot to reply
and obligatory apprentice tag @frogpaw
-
— Snakeblink • he / him. 37 ☾, riverclan warrior
— a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
— gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
