pafp Talking to Me? | Looking for friend

[HOUNDTHISTLE]

"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​

Exhausted from such an exciting night and spending the rest cleaning the camp and having himself looked at, the tom decided to go out and search for someone to atleast converse with. Sedgerunner was possibly either helping the others or getting her own wounds looked at and the others possibly doing the same, so the only cat Houndthistle thought he'd atleast enjoy a conversation with was Wolfsong. Lumbering and dragging his paws, his amber eyes looked quietly for the one-eyed pale tabby before his gaze landed on the auburn shape that was Sunstride, Wolfsong's... companion? Friend? Partner? Houndthistle didn't care, but he knew that if anyone knew where the other was, it'd probably be him, plus... Sunstride was a respectable tom. He was a lead warrior for a reason. So, Houndthistle changed direction, making his way to the tabby before politely clearing his throat.
"Sunstride, ya seen Wolfsong? Was lookin' to maybe go huntin' or somethin' while the others get rested up, y'know?" He spoke low, a sort of unaware ignorance leaking from his tone and resting on his features, looking expectantly at the other. Perhaps Sunstride would like to join them for a hunt, afterall, everyone could use a good meal right now and with Houndthistle being one of the least injured of the cats who chased down Dandelionwish that night, he decided to wear that mantle upon his shoulders.
@SUNSTRIDE
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[SUNNVAR]

He has allowed himself a moment of peace in the knowledge that finally, finally, their camp has returned to some semblance of normalcy. It has been hard work getting them to this point, with his anger guiding him through most of it. They have been wronged, left bloody and downtrodden. He is exhausted with the effort of his rage, and all that it has carried him through. Perhaps like Houndthistle, he should look for a moment of peace. Sitting here and mulling this over would surely do him no good. It has left him stormy, glacial gaze clouded with such weighted thoughts. Even his tongue feels pressed down by vicious words. Such things his clanmates hardly deserved. The loyal ones, at least, or even those who looked at Sootstar with disguised hatred, so long as they did not look long, or do anything more.

He will not begrudge someone their thoughts, only their actions. And those who had acted against her– they acted against all of them. They wounded the very few they claimed to fight for. Sunstride kicks a stone, and rumbles a low sigh.

One that is abruptly silenced by interruption. His head snaps up his eyes watchful and wary. Not of the warrior's actions (no, he was loyal; a harebrained tom, yet loyal), but of his words. He seeks out Wolfsong. Why? What had the other been up to, to have ensnared this one's attention? Though he had caught some of their bantering, it had seemed little more than that. The same barbed wit that delighted Sunstride to have it turned against him. Had it blossomed to more? The tall tabby withdraws faintly from the other's bulk, pale gaze glinting with distant judgement. "Should you not count yourself among those resting?" he offers pointedly. "He's a poor hunter, in any case," he carries on, a lie through and through. "Your time might be best served with another's company."

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 Regardless of Wolf's thoughts on the matter of Dandelion's imprisonment and subsequent escape, Wolfsong knows they could hardly afford yet another skirmish— least of all one threatening the fabric of WindClan. If a pattern is to be unwoven, it's best done carefully and slowly. The recent altercation was neither: they tore a greatly visible hole that will take time to repair. They have injured clanmates and, more than that, a younger generation disturbed by internal conflict.

And the sun moves on as it always has. Bellies hunger and must be fed, no matter recent happenings.

So he is surprised to overhear Sunstride's conversation with Houndthistle, the muscles in his brow twitching. Is it Houndthistle he distrusts? No— he knows better to suspect someone not given to deceit of character. Does he wish to hunt with him alone? There is, Wolfsong realizes, a small shard planted in his chest by his dear friend's remark. Not of his prowess, but suitability.

"I am?" He announces himself as he joins the pair officially, glancing at the darker tom curiously. There's only amusement in his usual rasp, and he bumps Sun's leg with his shoulder. "I've never heard a complaint about my performance before— as a hunter or companion. It isn't like you to protect undue pride, Sunstride." Why have I never heard this before?

"I would join you, Houndthistle, but you might find my skill lacking." He smiles lopsidedly, wondering whether the deeply-scarred cat will believe Sun. "Unless you'd like a personal demonstration."
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[HOUNDTHISTLE]

"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​

The hulking brute takes a moment to blink at Sunstride as his comment lists and he seems to glance down at himself, as though wondering if suddenly his leg snapped or his claws fell out. Whether a sign of humor or a true show of his actual lack of intelligence, Houndthistle contemplates his own state of health and being, weighing how sore his body is, the sting of wounds, before he compares it to that of the others, and a breathless, humorless chuckle takes him, "Me? Naw, I ain' need the rest. Mos' my wounds reside on my neck and head. Perhaps a wound t' my looks, but ain' many lookin' in my direction anyway." These were bad, he wouldn't say they weren't, but they weren't the worst he'd experienced in all his 32 months of living on this plane. If barely grazing by in a small-scale battle with two brothers fighting and dying beside him didn't take him out, hunting down traitors with an entire clan definitely wasn't how he was going down in his books, even if his wounds were any worse. "Poor hunter or not, we need the food an' I don' think Vulturemask would be any help to me anyhow. Me an' him ain' buddies, an' if he is-" As he's about to extend the invitation to Sunstride to hunt, Wolfsong appeared as though summoned. Twice now, Houndthistle remarked comically, almost chuckling in disbelief to himself but covering it with a clearing of his throat.

"I'm sure it ain'. I jus' don' wanna sit 'round wallowin' in pain while Vulturemask sneers at me from across his den, lil bastard," Houndthistle mutters crossly, stumpy tail giving a lash, his brain not even registering any sort of innuendo at the tail end of the cream's statement, "Sedgerunner's restin' and Tigerfrost is outta commission for star's knows how long given how he acts. We'll be lucky if he isn' up and walkin' about by the time the gatherin' rolls around."
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