- Oct 17, 2022
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MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————
For once, Snakeblink walks into the bright moonlight pooling in Fourtrees with an air of confidence rather than weary anxiety. Slithering, still, like he is not supposed to be there, but agitated with purpose rather than stress: he has been chosen to support their (new, so very new) leader tonight, and he shall not fail his friend. The other clans stream into the clearing along with Riverclan and he endeavors to let their unfamiliar presence slide off his mind like water off a duck’s back, mind focused on this mission — really, he is getting used to this temporary-Gathering-deputy thing.
He doesn’t expect any trouble from his clan after the somber news of the past few days, but he still gives a few cats a meaningful look, silently underlining the usual don’t start trouble marching orders. His eyes linger on his apprentice and he softens his expression into begrudging encouragement, muttering: ”The clans have rarely been in such… tranquil terms. Enjoy it while you still can. And for some of you who are on dawn patrol tomorrow,” he gives @turtlepaw a pointed look, ”Do not exhaust yourselves.” Though he doubts anything truly could exhaust the well of her energy.
With one last nod to his clanmates and a lingering glance to Lichentail— Lichenstar climbing up to her place among the other leaders, Snakeblink slinks off to the spot at their paws where the deputies gather.
He doesn’t expect any trouble from his clan after the somber news of the past few days, but he still gives a few cats a meaningful look, silently underlining the usual don’t start trouble marching orders. His eyes linger on his apprentice and he softens his expression into begrudging encouragement, muttering: ”The clans have rarely been in such… tranquil terms. Enjoy it while you still can. And for some of you who are on dawn patrol tomorrow,” he gives @turtlepaw a pointed look, ”Do not exhaust yourselves.” Though he doubts anything truly could exhaust the well of her energy.
With one last nod to his clanmates and a lingering glance to Lichentail— Lichenstar climbing up to her place among the other leaders, Snakeblink slinks off to the spot at their paws where the deputies gather.
——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely
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— Snakeblink • he / him. 51 ☾, riverclan warrior
— a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
— gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo