Love is a complicated thing in Ribbitleap’s eyes. He’s seen what it can do, seen what it can tear down, what it can rebuild. He’s seen how unhappy Geckoscreech once was in the wake of his brother’s death and he’s seen how happy she was with Chilledstar. However, he’s also seen how happy Starlingheart once was with Granitepelt, seen what the repercussions of such a love is.
Most everyone who Ribbitleap has ever loved is gone now. His mother is missing, the rest of his family is dead. Would his future mate’s fate be the same? His future children? Loved, only to be torn away from him?
It’s the topic of conversation these days — the warm seasons always bring out gossip, the safety of a full kill-pile and a lack of most sicknesses sending wistful eyes toward the nursery. Who’s in love, who’s not, who would make a good pairing. He counts himself lucky to never hear his name in moments of accidental eavesdropping.
Though today, he’s faced with some bored warriors asking him questions. Who does he love, who does he not. Ribbitleap doesn’t answer either, of course. There’s no need to, and even if there was, he had no answer. The brown tabby continues to repair a weak patch in the bramble wall, ears twitching at persistent questions.
“ But don’t you want kits? “ One asks, as if it might be the end of the world if he doesn’t. Would it be? He doubts it. There’s plenty of apprentices waiting to be warriors, plenty of kits waiting to be apprentices. ShadowClan would still thrive.
“ Maybe… “ he absentmindedly answers, a flick of the tail following. “ Maybe next new-leaf. Not this one. “
“ So, there is someone! “ Ribbitleap shakes his head, before carefully pulling at a bramble with his teeth. A gasp follows, the persistent warrior’s eyes brightening. “ We should set you up! “ The brown tabby stops, turning to look at his company.
“ No thanks? “ he offers them. He’s fine on his own, isn’t he? He can find someone himself, right?
“ Oh, come on! “ the bored warrior turns, looking for the nearest cat. “ Hey — Who do you think Ribbitleap would look good with? Oh, come on! There must be someone who’d want to be with him! “ His pelt suddenly feels hot as he turns toward the bramble wall once more, hoping this conversation ends soon.
Most everyone who Ribbitleap has ever loved is gone now. His mother is missing, the rest of his family is dead. Would his future mate’s fate be the same? His future children? Loved, only to be torn away from him?
It’s the topic of conversation these days — the warm seasons always bring out gossip, the safety of a full kill-pile and a lack of most sicknesses sending wistful eyes toward the nursery. Who’s in love, who’s not, who would make a good pairing. He counts himself lucky to never hear his name in moments of accidental eavesdropping.
Though today, he’s faced with some bored warriors asking him questions. Who does he love, who does he not. Ribbitleap doesn’t answer either, of course. There’s no need to, and even if there was, he had no answer. The brown tabby continues to repair a weak patch in the bramble wall, ears twitching at persistent questions.
“ But don’t you want kits? “ One asks, as if it might be the end of the world if he doesn’t. Would it be? He doubts it. There’s plenty of apprentices waiting to be warriors, plenty of kits waiting to be apprentices. ShadowClan would still thrive.
“ Maybe… “ he absentmindedly answers, a flick of the tail following. “ Maybe next new-leaf. Not this one. “
“ So, there is someone! “ Ribbitleap shakes his head, before carefully pulling at a bramble with his teeth. A gasp follows, the persistent warrior’s eyes brightening. “ We should set you up! “ The brown tabby stops, turning to look at his company.
“ No thanks? “ he offers them. He’s fine on his own, isn’t he? He can find someone himself, right?
“ Oh, come on! “ the bored warrior turns, looking for the nearest cat. “ Hey — Who do you think Ribbitleap would look good with? Oh, come on! There must be someone who’d want to be with him! “ His pelt suddenly feels hot as he turns toward the bramble wall once more, hoping this conversation ends soon.
- // PROMPT: Whispers in the wind are saying that love tends to bloom in this season. Write on your character's perception of love. Is love important in their eyes? What does love look like to them? Do they have any past experiences with love that are significant to their character?
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FROG'S RIBBIT‣RIBBITPAW‣ RIBBITLEAP
── Warrior of ShadowClan
── Geckoscreech xToad's Prowl
── AMAB; He/Him
── A brown tabby tom with green eyes.
── Mentored by Rustleap
── "Speech"; Attack
