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Post by vexing_ode on May 11, 2022 12:58:58 GMT -5
Daisyspots is having a mid life crisis, concerned about his own usefulness to his clan the fragileness of life and the sudden disappearance of a leader, though he supports foxstar. he just needs a friend atm... dealing with a little bit of imposter syndrome ;-; sad boi
Laying poised on a rock at the edge of the beach, Daisyspots had his tail tucked to his side and he stared at the fish in front of him. So small, so helpless, it's life was over in one swift movement. why must life be so fragile. he thought to himself, things seemed so... fragile....
He rose to sit tucking his tail gracefully over his paws, losing apatite in the fish. he glanced out over the sea as its waves crashed down on the shore. the waves reveled a small blue edge sticking out of the sand, usually he would rush right over, but not this time. he was tired, confused. Where the things he brought back to camp even useful?
Despite the turmoil in the toms heart he tried his best to look as poised as he usually was, but his face gave away his feelings.
She had been keeping to herself for most of the last six moons. She'd become like a ghost, a presence in the SummerClan camp that accomplished tasks, but little else. Even after her father returned alive - she had been so afraid when she found the pool of his blood that she'd never see him again - she had not been able to shake the weight of the invasion. She had been firmly stuck in the night that it took place, even though back then, she had only been Eveningpaw. She'd been stuck in her feelings, similar feelings that Daisyspots seemed to be stuck in. The emergence of the spring flowers, though, had helped her. The clan had once again erupted in color, and Eveninglily found herself re-invigorated, if only slightly. Perhaps re-invigorated was the wrong word. Perhaps the spring's bloom was just comforting to her, a reminder that no matter how bad life got, the circle of life would continue and time would go on.
Still, despite the fact that she had grown slightly less walking-zombie-like in the last two weeks, she knew the face of someone else who was lost when she saw it. She'd been passing by the oceanside on her daily walk through the territory, and as soon as she saw him, she knew that at the very least, the tom needed an ear. The young she-cat could do that, right? She padded over to him, trying to ensure that her footsteps were as loud as possible as to not startle him.
What should she say to him? It had been a long time since she had been outwardly social, and she had to admit she was a little rusty. Her whiskers twitched as she thought, before she finally reached him.
"Penny for your thoughts?" she decided, her chocolate eyes warm.
Post by vexing_ode on May 16, 2022 13:33:58 GMT -5
The cream and orange tom flicked an ear at her approach, "Oh! hello." putting on a friendly smile. he only every really talked to his siblings and mother. A spoiled kit, thrusted into the world without the tools he needed to function socially with others. "Uh... What does a penny for thoughts do?" he mewed confused, "Ah wait! i think i know!" a small memory of him berating the elders popped into mind. A small daisykit, frustrated, marching into the elders den, and with all the authority a kit could muster, he demanded to know what the phrase meant, he got his answer, but also was made to bring them new bedding for being so rude.
He shuffled over head held high, and with a graceful gesturing for Eveningpaw to join him. Despite his grace, and poise, the tom fumbled for the right words, suddenly unsure how to talk to the young cat. so he sat quietly for a moment.
[oh i definitely didn't use her actual name at any point in that she's eveninglily now. she's a few moons older than foxyboy]
"Oh, uh, well..." Her voice trailed off. Eveninglily wasn't surprised when the other cat didn't know what she was talking about at first. Most cats... frankly didn't, at least when she was feeling lively. She was odd at best, and her strange phrases that she picked up randomly were just as odd as she was. However, she was grateful to not have to explain herself: she wasn't exactly sure how to explain it.
She was also grateful that the tom had invited her to join him. It would be good for her to talk to someone that wasn't her siblings or her cousin. Her long, pluming tail wrapped around her paws, and she offered him a reassuring smile. "I promise, whatever's on your mind, I won't judge you," she meowed quietly. She couldn't judge him; only two moons ago, she'd spent most of her time at the border, considering a grand exit plan. Nothing he could say would be worse than that, right?
