pafp Something of a Shadow || O. Checking in

[Bumblebee!]

Radio Silence ♥​

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Dawnglare wasn't the most favorable cat in Skyclan it would seem, but Bumblebee didn't mind the medicine cat much, perhaps it was due to Bumblebee's unwanted silence that led the warrior to be more of a phantom in Dawnglare's radar, and once more the warrior moved like a phantom towards the edge of the medicine den's entrance with a squirrel clamp between his jaws before poking his head within the den to search for the normally unstable tom, and once spotted the warrior aimed to kick a tiny pebble to alert the other before shuffling to move in to set the squirrel at his paw with a slight smile on his lips and making a gesture with his paws, "Came to check in, hope you don't mind" he mouthed before nudging the squirrel towards the other.

With everything that had happened in of late, the tom should be the last cat Bumblebee should take count of checking in on, yet sometimes a new face could be a refreshing one and Bumblebee wasn't here for any medical needs and only came to well...listen to whatever words the medicine cat had to say, even if it wasn't much. The cinnamon tabby tail swished before sitting himself down and keeping close to the cave entrance in case anyone else wished to join in the conversation. "Anything of interest happened?" they gestured and mouthed in his silent attempt to keep a conversation going if the other decided to focus on the mute warrior.​

"speak""Thoughts"​

@DAWNGLARE <333 pls wait ! ))

 

[DAWNGLARE]

There is a shadow at the edge of his vision. They were streaked cinnamon. Silent, with a tail at both of their ends. Dawnglare turns toward them, alert spelled in the prick of is ears and wideness of his eyes. His second tail, unfurling from the mouth, turned out to be only a squirrel, caught in a mistake no doubt, snagged as it had curiously flit through the pine forest. Yes... Dawnglare had more in common with the putrid thing more than he did Bumblebee. The thought belongs to no one but himself, and yet it makes his stomach roll. It hadn't been so long ago that he'd picked apart one from the inside out, Mallowlark at his side... What a future to picture: One where he was prey beneath the gaze of star-silver. Where he could be torn apart with the curl of his claw... At least he would not be alive to feel such a betrayal.

But - no. Of all cats, not him. Never him. It is a sickening nightmare of his own creation, one that he discarded for his own sanity... He focuses on the intruder in full; narrows eyes on the flap of his lips. " ...Why? " It is the alien nature of it all that turns his voice sharp. Checking in was a duty that had always been his even if it was one he would have never glimpsed in his kithood. Dawnglare wore this star-studded badge with a weariness in his his. Why ask him something like this? Why insult him like this? There was no other thing they could be here for... wasn't that right?

It's guarded, the look he regards them with. He's lost his appetite for squirrel. Or perhaps he's lost his appetite altogether. Dawnglare looks upon it as if he's been offered a stone to eat. Amidst bug-eyed regard, he misses the flap of Bumblebee's gums. " If you n-eed something from me, you need only ask, " he says, frigid gaze a few beats too late to their striped face. " If you want something too — Isn't that my job? To be at your- your every beck and call? " Discomfort ruffles the velvet of his spine. He resists the urge to slice the squirrel to ribbons... Instead, he merely pushes it away with a paw, staring as if something terrifyingly indecipherable — indecipherably terrifying teemed within it's blood. " Take it away f-from me. Take it away. "

OOC: note that this takes place between his argument with Fireflyglow! So sorry about him...

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[DOEBLAZE]

Dawnglare, ever the diva. She doesn't bother muffling her scoff as she slips down into the medicine den, directing a frosty green gaze to match Dawnglare's own at the cinnamon-spined tom. In an instant, she regrets abandoning her own half-eaten jay and idle chatter with Cloudypaw for this. Then again, there's been an irritating tickle in the back of her throat since she woke up, more than likely just the changing seasons, but still ... as ever, she weighs the merits of maybe-dying or having to talk to Dawnglare. Regardless, it now feels like her duty to rescue Bumblebee from the consequences of his innocent friendliness.

" Don't pay his complaining much mind, Bumblebee, he's all talk, " she advises the tabby, shooting Dawnglare another frigid glance. " He'll whine, but he'll fix you up if you need it. " She has to admit this much; their troubles aside, Dawnglare had more than adequately handled her assorted injuries over the moons. She's not sure if she can say she would have been so benevolent, had their positions been reversed. Probably would've just bandaged him a little too tightly, she decides, and left it at that.

Thank every unseen star above, though, his duty is not hers to bear, and his incessant company alongside that. Really, she doesn't know how Fireflyglow does it. Her stepson has the patience of a saint, for she can't even keep the annoyance off her face as Dawnglare requests the squirrel be removed, as if it somehow offended him. " If you won't eat it, one of the kits will, " Doeblaze says, not quite snapping but with a definite distaste coloring her voice. Come leaf-bare, he won't have the luxury of such fits of pickiness; she regards this fact with a small and bitter satisfaction. " No point in it going to waste. "

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