THOUGHTS ARE NEON \ drizzlepaw

[MALLOWLARK]

Another day to give back to the earth- to thank the prey the mother gave! His bird-head game had gone down with mixed reception- positive in the ever-loved lagoons of Dawnglare's gaze, but negative in some other. It was for that reason he had trotted off to dispose of the remnants of a feast himself- a mouse-skeleton, stripped of its flesh and left only with its un-consumable parts. No matter! He would give the bones their proper burial, after he had used them accordingly... not for sustenance, now. For enjoyment!

Perched on the lowest branch of a tree, Mallowlark held himself precariously above a small pit he had dug out, dust and dirt strewn across his inky paws that that betrayed his work. Between grinning jaws he grasped the assortment of bones- and, as if he were fawning in the face of something extraordinary, his jaw dropped slack. Ivory rain clattered down, some pieces falling into the hole and others tumbling just shy. The branch beneath his paws bent a little as he craned his neck, a harsh burst of laughter leaving him when he realised he had not entirely succeeded. "Close!" he exclaimed, unaware he was within earshot of an approaching figure.

\ @Drizzlepaw ​

☺PENNED BY PIN​

 

[Drizzlepelt]

Drizzlepaw wasn’t that busy still, but it felt worse when the cause is him being exhausted and not his mentor needing to relax. His mind also can’t get off the fact that he’s going to earn his warrior name soon, making his mind whirl with even more emotions. He knows he should try and take it easy more than he is, but sometimes it’s hard. Right now though, he finally finds it in himself to get some semblance of peace, so he walks around to check and see what others are up to while he’s still feeling up to par.

Mallowlark wasn’t a cat Drizzlepaw was close to by any means, but he did have to admit to himself that the ex-WindClanner intrigued him. Especially when he spots him…doing whatever it is he’s doing. He tilts his head before deciding screw it and goes over to him. “Whatcha up to?” He questions, hoping the bones aren’t being used for something sinister (not that he can think of anything, save for maybe throwing them at someone else).​

 

[MALLOWLARK]

Someone to join him... an apprentice-almost-warrior, and it didn't take Mallowlark too terribly wrong to rack his brains for the name. "Oh! Hi, Drizzlepaw," he hummed, sing-song; he and the apprentice had never spoken much, but he spoke as cheerily as if they were the best of friends. It was rare to see Mallowlark's tone shift from anything other than that. He jumped down to the ground- not a leap of faith, but more like a particularly high-altitude step- setting the branch wobbling in his wake. Inky paws began to scrape up the bones that had not landed in their grave as he explained himself.

"Well- I needed to get rid of these bones, since no-one's eating 'em," he chirped, laughing at some un-said joke- the image of someone crunching down on a thick clump of pure-bone was amusing enough to make him chitter. "Burying 'em's the best bet... but I thought I'd try and make it fun, too!"

Owlish eyes of sheet silver glimmered with a realisation, and his attention snapped very suddenly to meet Drizzlepaw's eye. "Oh, do you want a go? Just have to land the bones in the hole from that branch-" he motioned with a midnight paw. "It's harder than it looks!"​

☺PENNED BY PIN​

 

[Drizzlepelt]

Ah, he’s using the bones for a game. That makes him feel way better. Better than whatever devious plan he could concoct in his mind. “Hello, Mallowlark,” Drizzlepaw replies. He’s still a bit uncomfortable in his presence, but the confirmation that he’s just playing around makes him not as on edge. He gives a small smile back so he doesn’t look too weirded out.

“Hmm, I bet it is more challenging than it looks! Sure, I’ll try.” He eyes the branch the other tom pointed at, grabbing some bones for himself and then leaping towards it. He tries his best to look for some sort of trajectory, and his iris narrows as he tilts his jaw, dropping the remains.

// Rolled a 7!

Seems like he might have been on the right track (or maybe it was just a bluff) as, while it doesn’t hit the targeted hole in the ground, it gets close enough that it shows effort. He huffs at the failure, but at least it wasn’t a huge blunder, he supposes.​

 

[MALLOWLARK]

Even if some edge of weirded out had found its way onto Drizzlepaw's face, Mallowlark would never have noticed- he hardly ever bothered to look through pretences, taking words as they were. Everyone he'd ever known and loved either spoke plainly or did not speak at all; and he was no different. He could not deny the slight edge of surprise that caught up to him upon someone agreeing to one of his games, though; usually it was a polite no thanks, and he'd shrug off the interaction.

He giggled upon the other tom's acceptance; a dissonant but genuinely-happy sound, his automatic reaction to anything that felt remotely nice. Eyes bore up unblinking as Drizzlepaw began his go- he aimed, clearly, but the odd crafting of bones often meant they were never entirely predictable. Mallowlark's silver-drowned pupils followed the fragment as it fell, short of the pit... unfortunate. "See what I mean?" he laughed, tottering over to re-collect the fragments, fetching them and craning his neck to give the other tom a second attempt.

"The wind gets in the way, and... they're lighter than you think," he hummed- the best advice he could give, being no master of the craft himself.​

☺PENNED BY PIN​

 

[Drizzlepelt]

Drizzlepaw has to admit, he might have misjudged Mallowlark. Sure there’s still something…off, but it’s not like he could say he’s exactly normal either, whatever that means. This interaction has been nice so far, and his demeanor changes along with these thoughts. Drizzlepaw gives a genuine smile at the tom’s commentary, hoping he might be able to do better this next time. “I do see! A lot of variables to consider…” He hums as he tries to do the math in his head, and he takes the bones back when they’re offered to him. Next attempt…

// Rolled a 1! Crit failure!

…and he doesn’t even get that far, because as soon as he’s ready to open his jaws once more, a large gust of wind comes that he didn’t account for in the slightest. Drizzlepaw yelps as he’s thrown off balance, bones falling towards the floor first and then him immediately after. He then lands on them and a crack is heard from underneath. He groans as he gets back up, giving a sad look at the now broken bones. “Oh no!” He exclaims, seemingly not caring that much about the soreness setting in as much as the loss he just caused.​