SHUT UP AND LET ME GO - Cherry

[DOGBITE]

✦ Dogbite had risen with a strangely good attitude, despite recent tragedies. They'd gotten to share some happy moments, his sister was back in the picture, and the clan seemed to be functioning as it should. In the wake of tragedy, there seemed to be a light at the end. Still, his outward appearance seemed unkempt and unruly at best. Having slept rather wildly for the first night in days, the scarred tabby felt a sense of rejuvenation. Trotting out from the warriors' den, his blue eye zoned in on the nearby pile. Noting its minuscule size and considering catching up with the latest patrol. Contemplating it a heartbeat more, he decided it best to wait. His mind wandered to one she-cat in particular, and his heart quickened with vigor. She couldn't have left just yet. I bet Applefrost is nearby. Tail lifted eagerly, the tom began to trot away when a familiar calico appeared.

Blinking politely, he called out to the apprentice with a soft smile. "Hey, Cherrypaw. Do you happen to know where Applefrost is?" Their shaggy cheeks tilted as Dogbite made an inquisitive expression. Pink nose twitching absently as the chilly air kissed it. Surely, his friend's own kin would've run into her by now. If not then he would continue his usual trek about. Maybe scoop up the remaining morsels on the pile and encourage the orange and white molly to split a meal. The thought illicit's a fluttering sensation in his chest, and Dogbite does his best to push away such embarrassing emotions.

✦ OOC ✦ INFO ✦

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  ✧ LH cinnamon tabby w/high white one blue eye
  ✧ child of npc x npc ; sibling to crescent and bear
  ✧ skyclan warrior ; ex-loner ; mentor to littlepaw
  ✧ 32 moons old ; birthday 07/01 ; ages realistically
  ✧ AFAB ; nonbinary ; he/they
  ✧ pansexual ; polyromantic ; single
  ✧ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✧ penned by tasmagoric
  

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[Cherryblossom]

Cherrypaw turns. Something ever so slightly curdles in her expression as she takes in exactly whose mouth her name had come out of. Her gaze flicks up and down Dogbite in one smooth, practiced motion. ”Uh, no.” She knows better than to advise a warrior to fix his pelt before having her aunt witness him, even if said warrior seems to have never had a tongue touch his rumpled fur in his life.

She can, however, imply the question was the stupidest thing she’s ever heard in her life and to not bother her with such ever again. ”You think I would know?” Almost innocently, she cocks her head. "What do you want with her anyway?" It is not protectiveness but nosiness that spurrs the question, for she is well aware of Applefrost's status as a big girl who can take care of herself. Any sister of her mother's should be so. Still, she could reasonably construe it as protectiveness and takes advantage of that accordingly.​