- Sep 2, 2023
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Falconheart once dreaded going on patrols to SkyClan’s border—to any border with the clans surrounding ThunderClan, to be honest—but as he’s grown older, so has his confidence in himself. Standing across the border, facing down cats of other clans, had once frightened him beyond belief. Now, he is a warrior; he has settled more comfortably into the position of a dutiful ThunderClanner, and he faces the SkyClan border without feeling as though he needs to look over his shoulder at all times. The sound of pawsteps from across the border draws his attention, though, and the cream tabby’s head snaps up to identify the source. Is it a fox, the same one that had attacked Wolfwind or Blazestar? Is it a rogue, coming to try and take their prey or territory? The young warrior crouches low, drawing himself into a defensive position—but he stands up straight as another cat comes into view. It’s a SkyClanner, one with cinnamon-swirled fur and a number of visible scars. Falconheart feels his face flush with warmth, and he knows that his expression has shifted into something surely embarrassing as he straightens up once again.
A glance is spared to his clanmates, trying to push down any evidence of how flustered he suddenly is. It’s strange—is he getting sick? His chest feels tight, skin prickling with nerves. "Umm… hi," he greets the other with a flick of his tail. He can’t quite make eye contact, as he normally would; something keeps his blue-green gaze trained resolutely on the other’s paws rather than his face. He doesn’t remember seeing this cat before, except maybe in passing on other patrols or at gatherings. "I’m—uh, Falconheart. That’s my name." He offers an introduction, anxiety filling his voice, but with eagerness showing in the way he shifts from paw to paw and attempts to keep from tripping all over himself.
// @Bumblebee!
A glance is spared to his clanmates, trying to push down any evidence of how flustered he suddenly is. It’s strange—is he getting sick? His chest feels tight, skin prickling with nerves. "Umm… hi," he greets the other with a flick of his tail. He can’t quite make eye contact, as he normally would; something keeps his blue-green gaze trained resolutely on the other’s paws rather than his face. He doesn’t remember seeing this cat before, except maybe in passing on other patrols or at gatherings. "I’m—uh, Falconheart. That’s my name." He offers an introduction, anxiety filling his voice, but with eagerness showing in the way he shifts from paw to paw and attempts to keep from tripping all over himself.
// @Bumblebee!
[ find me way out there ]