In Badgermoon's opinion, he was pretty easy to get along with. He didn't think he was too stern - just the right amount of stern, surely? - nor unapproachable. He liked to think he was a friendly cat, someone his Clanmates could trust to be fearsome when necessary, and caring as well. At least, that was how he tried to be - his success was not his to remark upon. Moreover, he tried not to think about it too much, as pondering that which he could not ever definitively learn felt like an exercise in wasting time and energy, and he had little of either to spare. However...occasionally, something came up which pressed him to the very limits of his self-imposed cordiality, and he felt compelled to do something about it. It was for this reason that he had sought out Ghostwail, catching the white-furred she-cat on her way out of camp. A somewhat pained look was present on his face as he offered a small smile, his yellow eyes eloquent in their expression of caution. Not because he feared the strange feline - though perhaps he would've, if he knew of what went on in her mind - but because he had no idea how to even begin this.
"Hi, Ghostwail." the deputy meowed in a tone he hoped came off as kindly. Badgermoon watched with alarm as a glob of snot oozed from the former rogue's nose, then continued hurriedly. "I just, I - I wanted to let you know that Wolfsong is a very kind fellow, and I'm sure he'd be able to, ah, help you with your..." what was it, anyway? Sickness? Weirdness? General filth and weird vibes? "...hygiene needs." finished Badgermoon lamely. "Or, you know, the Sun-Warmed Pool is an excellent place to, shall we say, refresh oneself...or, you know, maybe spend a little extra time grooming in the morning. That never, uh, hurt anyone." was this going well? He couldn't tell. He wondered if this was even worth it, if he'd actually accomplish anything - but he had to try, surely. She's bound to make someone sick, walking around like this. "Just, you know. It's important to take care of yourself...not just for your own sake, but for your Clanmates'. And if you need any help, you can always speak to Wolfsong, or me, or, you know..." he'd heard of elders who could no longer groom themselves, whether due to arthritis stiffening their joints or fatigue sapping their strength. Perhaps it was something like that in Ghostwail's case...though somehow he doubted it.
Badgermoon gave a brisk nod, and offered a small smile. "Err, that was all. Don't let me keep you from your duties...plenty to do, I'm sure..."
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"Hi, Ghostwail." the deputy meowed in a tone he hoped came off as kindly. Badgermoon watched with alarm as a glob of snot oozed from the former rogue's nose, then continued hurriedly. "I just, I - I wanted to let you know that Wolfsong is a very kind fellow, and I'm sure he'd be able to, ah, help you with your..." what was it, anyway? Sickness? Weirdness? General filth and weird vibes? "...hygiene needs." finished Badgermoon lamely. "Or, you know, the Sun-Warmed Pool is an excellent place to, shall we say, refresh oneself...or, you know, maybe spend a little extra time grooming in the morning. That never, uh, hurt anyone." was this going well? He couldn't tell. He wondered if this was even worth it, if he'd actually accomplish anything - but he had to try, surely. She's bound to make someone sick, walking around like this. "Just, you know. It's important to take care of yourself...not just for your own sake, but for your Clanmates'. And if you need any help, you can always speak to Wolfsong, or me, or, you know..." he'd heard of elders who could no longer groom themselves, whether due to arthritis stiffening their joints or fatigue sapping their strength. Perhaps it was something like that in Ghostwail's case...though somehow he doubted it.
Badgermoon gave a brisk nod, and offered a small smile. "Err, that was all. Don't let me keep you from your duties...plenty to do, I'm sure..."
[ please wait for @GHOSTWAIL ! ]