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Spiderbranch is a tom of few words, little happiness, and a face that says "I hate everything." It was enough to get most to leave him alone, and even more to not bother with him at all. He wasn't the kindest or the nicest and hardly talked to anyone including his own mate and children. Honestly, he was an awkwardness that had no social skills to speak of. Sitting in camp, watching his children interact, his mate lounge around, and his clanmates enjoy the surprisingly once day, he wondered who he could have been if he was more social or knew how to be social.
Post by Flurryofstars on Jan 23, 2021 0:48:56 GMT -5
After performing some maintenance on his den, Snowthorn felt rather pleased with himself. Now that Tigerlily was his mate, it was only a matter of time before they’d move in together and while his place was perfect, he wanted to freshen it up to wow her. There was no way she wouldn’t love it! Or was there...? As a den repairer, it was a given that his den was among the best ones but perhaps a second opinion wouldn’t hurt? Giving himself a quick grooming while his eyes roamed the vast space, he made up his mind.
The camp was busy so the Imperial walked with his natural strut even if he wasn’t keen to gather attention. Lately, he felt like all he had were enemies in the clan and he hadn’t done anything wrong. Even after a moon of healing, the large scar on his chest still stung—a constant reminder of how DayClan really felt about him. Ice-blue eyes scanned the clearing for other den repairers and definitely not a fluffy black demon witch until finally they found Spiderbranch. The tom appeared to be doing nothing so the Imperial took the liberty to approach him. Spiderbranch was, for all intensive purposes, a grumpy looking maverick with rumored anger-issues and not exactly the type of cat Snowthorn would normally go out of his way to talk to. Recently however, he’d realized Mavericks were important in their own ways and Disloyaldog (wow, he hated that name) was growing on him. Although, he’d been demoted even further to forsaken but hey, close enough. The point was, Spiderbranch didn’t scare him.
“Good evening,” he purred as he took a seat next to the tabby. “Lovely weather isn’t it? I hope everyone was able to enjoy it. It definitely motivated me to be more productive today as well. My paws are still sore from digging all day!” He sighed dramatically and then his face lit up as though a lightbulb had flashed overhead. “Oh! I nearly forgot. You’re a den repairer too, aren’t you?”
Spiderbranch sighed, grumbled and finally looked up at the overly happy tom that'd approached him. To think he'd been enjoying his day before this, soaking in the spare few hours of warm sunlight and now he was being asked a dumb question. "Why?" Just why? Why bother him? The grumpiest tom in all of the camp? He narrowed his eyes at Snowthorn, not at all curious about what the cat wanted, before focusing them back on Inkpaw not far away who was muttering to herself again. His daughter was one of the odd ones, but she was his and so he loved her, even if he had a weird way of showing it.
Post by Flurryofstars on Feb 13, 2021 3:11:57 GMT -5
Visibly unfazed by the comment, Snowthorn's smile widened. At least the maverick had responded at all. "Well, I've been touching up my den a bit and I was hoping to get a second opinion on it. I'm sure you have more experience in this area, so I'd really appreciate it." While he waited for an answer, his eyes slid over to the youngsters, paying special attention to Inkpaw. To think Spiderbranch was capable of finding a mate when he didn't seem to have a single desirable trait. He wondered if he was any good as a parent. Perhaps it was the breeding of cats like Spiderbranch that made DayClan into the mess it was today? "If you're spending time with your children, you could always have them tag along? I won't mind."
Inkpaw glanced at the ball, glanced back at the kit, and repeated this action a few times before finally passing the ball back with a soft swat. It barely made it to the kit, the older cat a little surprised she'd been spoken too. Many saw her as odd, and stuck away from her for that sole reason, but here was a kit, innocent and kind, practically inviting her to play. Did she go and join in?
Spiderbranch narrowed his eyes at the tom. Clearly he knew nothing about Spiderbranch or he'd know he barely helped with more than moving materials when it came to his job. He tended to be the one to collect the stuff tehy were gonna use and then someone else would actually put it together while he supplied a different group. Besides that, he made it sound as though he had a good relationship with his family. The tom had spoken with his kits, been around, tried to raise them, and clearly loved them but there was more awkwardness than anything between them all. He didn't know how to react around them, they didn't know how to react around him, and his mate and him were only together thanks to being forced to be. "You should ask someone how actually wants to help or knows what their doing." He didn't acknowledge her daughter be spoken about, merely spared her a glance as she seemed to watched puzzled as a kit tried to play with her. Yup, she was his odd ball.
