- Sep 11, 2022
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➵ The boy is so anxious. So determined to make himself small, unlikely as that is. Clearsight knows that some children are just like that, but it's still worrying.
"Finchpaw," he murmurs in greeting, offering a friendly shoulder brush. He'd have brought some fresh-kill to share, but prey is too scarce for that; he doesn't think Willow or the elders have eaten yet today. "How are you holding up?"
He'll sit beside Finchpaw, happy for the company... and it seems the kid needs it.
He isn't sure what else to say at first, but he wants to say something. With leafbare encroaching, and the recent battle so devastating, hearts have been heavy. Hoping to start a positive conversation, encourage Finch to open up a little, the large tom continues, "How is your training going? Creekjaw seems like a good mentor. You two get along okay?"
In truth he hasn't seen much of Creekjaw and Finchpaw, but he does want to know more. He offers a comforting purr and a kind smile; judging by his stature and his silence, the boy could probably use more kindness from just about everyone.
& we've all got battle scars ✗
@FINCHPAW