pafp so, um, well, uhh | (trying to) make friends

[ebonyfall.]

☽ EBONYFALL ☾

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Even Ebonyfall got tired of grooming herself all day.

She had already gone out hunting, she had already wandered the borders alone, she already looked perfectly neat and tidy, and she was... Bored. Normally, cats her age would spend their time socializing, which was something that the dark molly had never once been too keen on doing, but there was... Nothing else to do. She wasn't normally left without some sort of unspoken itinerary to keep her busy—this listlessness was... Ugh. Could the day move any slower?

Ebonyfall rose from where she had been perched on her usual favorite rock and gave a hearty stretch, before setting eyes on the cat that simply happened to be closest to her at the time. Boarjaw. She couldn't say she knew the tom very well. He seemed to by all means keep to himself, but such secrecy automatically made Ebonyfall quite curious.

Not entirely knowing what she was planning as far as conversation went, Ebonyfall approached with what she hoped was a friendly expression. How did talking to people come so easily for everyone else? What was she even supposed to say...? "Boarjaw. Up to anything interesting...?"

@BOARJAW ​

shadowclan, she/her, penned by cuzn, tags​

 

[BOARJAW]

boarjaw doesn't have many friends. doesn't want many friends, because holy stars, keeping up with so many relationships at once seems overwhelming and tiring. and he isn't certain if his lack of social skills stems from his aversion to making friends, or if it is the other way around, but either way... boarjaw finds it easier for both him and everyone around him to keep to himself.

he's enjoying a meal made of a frog, when a shadow falls over him. grunting in mild surprise at the interruption, boarjaw looks up at... ebonyfall. huh. this is certainly a... development. he doesn't think he's ever actually spoken to her. yet here she is, asking if he's up to anything interesting. boarjaw snorts, a noise somewhere between confused and amused. "eatin'."​

 

[† rookwhisper]

❝  Friendship had been a foreign concept to Rook. Difficulty of speech made itself to difficulty of interaction. Rook had always avoided eye contact– he had not always been so shy with his tongue. Was that the case with these ones as well? He can imagine them speaking in a different life. With cheer, and ease, and closeness. He had yet to change his mind on StarClan's hatred of them. In all that had happened, they must hold a grudge. Without this upon their shoulders, would they have been better friends? Looming with soft, thoughtful eyes, Rookwhisper is an awkward shadow on an even awkward conversation before he realizes that this is what he is. The lanky shape of him startles, a full-body twitch pulling up to his full height before he sinks back down some. The rat he holds carefully in his mouth does a vaguely gross flopping wiggle.

With his body low, the bisected feline strides closer. "Perhaps she means something outside of this moment," he coaxes in a deep rasp. Probably not, but she had intended a conversation, surely. If he's going to loom, he might as well...facilitate.

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• rookwhisper. named for his dark pelt and quiet voice.
  ──── uses he - him, will accept they - them or it - its.
  ──── around four years old.  a warrior of shadowclan.
  ──── single; sexuality unknown. presumably pansexual.
  
  a tall black smoke tabby with high white mapping the entire right side of his body. though his fur is thick and dense, it covers a rather lean, nearly gaunt physique that suits him despite its typical discomfort. his right eye is blue, while his left is a warm orange.
• "speech"

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[FLICKERFIRE]

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Flickerfire doesn't go out of her way to make friends. Not with her Clanmates, not with other cats. She finds she doesn't really need to. Her natural charisma charms cats from all walks of life -- Flickerfire merely opens her mouth and they swarm to her like moths to a flame. It's a gift, really, and she pities Ebonyfall, who clearly did not receive it.

The tortoiseshell watches with barely veiled amusement as Ebonyfall approaches perhaps one of the least talkative cats in the Clan and asks him what's up. Boarjaw's response -- "Eatin'." Sends her flying into hysterics. She flops onto the ground and rolls, holding her belly that soon begins to ache with her exhaustive laughter.

"Maybe next you should ask him what color the sky is," she giggles. Rookwhisper attempts to help Ebonyfall, but Flickerfire's wheeze disrupts any attempts at seriousness. "Boarjaw, tell her what's on your mind... what're ya thinkin' about... what're yer hopes and dreams..." She flips back over onto her belly, challenging grin aimed Boarjaw's way. If she's correct, absolutely nothing is on Boarjaw's mind. Except, well, eatin'.

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